As the cameras in the arena pan over to her, she holds up a sign that we’re unable to read from down here, but I glance up at the JumboTron at the same time Colt and Diesel do.
My jaw drops, followed quickly by my stick, and I hear more than see Colt and Diesel do the same as they come skating over to me. Meeting them halfway, I hear Colt ask, “Does it really say what I think it does?”
“What do you see?” Diesel responds, while my eyes are glued to the girl who is now on the balcony of the box, biting her lip. A second camera pans to the three of us as we stare dumbfounded between the big screen and Asta.
“She’s asking us to marry her,” I say, the words finally sinking in, and a slow grin spreads across my face as I give her a sharp nod. She wipes a tear.
Colton is still stunned, so I smack the back of his head. “Yes!” he shouts, hands around his mouth. She wipes another tear.
I turn to look for Diesel, but he’s at the penalty box, speaking to one of the reviewers, waiting for something. There’s a stunned silence throughout the arena because everyone is not only wondering what Diesel’s answer will be, but they’re curious about all three of us with her.
“Asta freaking Lynne.” Diesel’s voice erupts from the speakers of the arena. “I love you more than a few simple words could explain, and there is nothing more I want than to become your husband…one of your husbands.” Cheers erupt as he hands the microphone back to the ref and skates over to us.
“Guess we’re getting married.” Colton grins like he’s just won the lottery. In a way, we have.
Leon skates over, a friendly smile on his face, as well. “Couldn’t be happier for her,” he says, dragging us each in for a hug. “I’m not letting them keep her a secret anymore. She deserves better than our family has ever given her, and I’d say the three of you have provided it to her. Thank you.”
The last few seconds of the game are met with an intensity I haven’t felt since my rookie years. Everything happens at a snail’s pace as we move through the motions of winning the game, where our lives have changed forever.
* * *
Asta
“I still can’t believe you went through with that,” Cec whispers in my ear as we wait in the tunnels for the guys to come out of the locker room. Cecily has been buzzing with excitement while I’ve been a bundle of nerves.
Squeezing her hand when I hear a door open, I softly say, “Me either, but it felt right.” Now the world knows about us.
“Your blog is going to explode with followers.” She beams from ear to ear.
“I didn’t even think about that.” My hand covers my belly as butterflies erupt when I see Major, Colton, and Diesel making their way towards me. A team of reporters follows behind, and I’m not sure if the guys brought them along on purpose or not, but I don’t care. I’m ready for everyone to know they’re mine, and I’m theirs.
Cecily slaps my ass and gives me a shove. “Get ‘em, girl!” She laughs as I jaunt down the corridor, jumping into Colton’s arms. He catches me effortlessly.
“Fucking love you, sweet girl.” He kisses me until we’re forced to separate so we can breathe.
Diesel drags me into his arms, pinning my body against the wall. His face buries in my neck, and he inhales deeply before nipping the tender flesh. “Can’t believe you did that.” He kisses up my throat and across my jaw before nibbling on my lips, seeking entrance to my mouth. I open for him, and he does just what I had hoped and takes my breath away while claiming me fiercely, my body melting for him as he tastes every inch of my mouth. I whine when he draws back, leaving me panting, longing for more.
Major maintains the distance between us as he surveys my body, his heated gaze like a physical caress. “You told the world about us.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Didn’t even ask us if it was what we wanted.” His head tilts to the side curiously.
Exhaling, I glance to Colt and Diesel before meeting Major’s stare again. “No, Sir.”
His pupils are blown with arousal. “You ready for the consequences?” His hands flex at his sides, and I can tell Major is fighting a war within himself to come over to me.
“I’m ready to be yours-” I pause. “Sir.” The word comes out on a purr, my body reaching out for his as my feet propel me forward, ignoring the clicks of cameras as I move.
“You think so?” His arrogant smirk makes me want to lie flat on my back, spread my legs, and beg each of them to use my body for their own pleasure.
Gripping the front of his shirt, I push up on my tip toes and whisper against his lips, “I know so, Sir.”
He snaps. His hands grip my hips, lifting me until my legs wrap around his waist. His mouth claims me, biting and sucking on my lips and tongue until I’m whining and writhing in his hold. Humping up and down the steel length in his pants, knowing precisely the kind of pleasure he will give me tonight.
“Slow down, kitten.”I don’t want to.“There are cameras,” he cautions. I still don’t care.
“Major, Sir…force me,” I breathe into his mouth, knowing he’ll understand exactly what I want.