Spencer slid in behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his hand on Brayden’s abs. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and nuzzled my nape. I closed my eyes and drifted, floating among the clouds. I never wanted tonight to end. It had been everything and more I’d ever dreamed of—telling them I loved them, the concert, this. It was everything.
“Love you both,” I whispered.
Their arms tightened around me, and they both murmured, “Love you too.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. We loved one another. I buried my face in Brayden’s pec and pressed a kiss there. “I still can’t believe it.”
“That first night we saw you, we knew,” Spencer breathed against my nape.
“Thank you for being patient.”
“Y’all’re worth it,” Brayden drawled, and I smiled wider. I couldn’t believe this was my life, that I got to call these men mine.
twenty
Spencer
Iyawned and rolled over, facing the middle of the bed. It was still dark out, the room blissfully dim. I felt around, floating in that half-asleep, half-awake bliss, not wanting to open my eyes. The sheets were warm, so I reached out, seeking Keeley. But my fingers curled over a muscular hip and lean obliques. Brayden. I hummed happily and scooted forward, pressing myself against his broad back. My morning wood nestled snugly between his meaty cheeks. I wanted to bite them. I had last night. I grinned, remembering just how hot it had all been. It was Keeley’s first time doing anything like that—getting to direct her movements was like being inside both of them at once.
We had to leave early this morning—Bray had a morning skate before tonight’s game—but his alarm hadn’t gone off yet. We had time.
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder and gripped his hip harder, swiveling my own so my cock slid between his cheeks. I expected him to hum or moan, or even just breathe deeply, still asleep. But instead he pressed a hand against my hip, stilling my movements.
I heard it then.
Keeley speaking in hushed tones. But I could hear another voice too.
I looked over Brayden’s shoulder and saw that she was in the attached bathroom, holding her cell phone away from her ear. But it wasn’t loud enough to be on speaker. Whomever she was talking to was shouting.
“That’s enough, Simon,” she whisper-hissed.
“Darlin’, give me the phone,” Brayden said gently.
“No. Me,” I demanded.
She turned and looked between us, tears in her eyes, and shook her head. She pressed a button and murmured, “You don’t have to deal with this. He’s my problem. Go back to sleep.”
“You’re a fucking slut” came through the cell phone, and Keeley’s gaze hardened.
She unmuted the cell phone and asked, “Excuse me?” Her tone was caustic when she pushed him for a response. “I’m a slut. Are you serious?”
“You say no to me, your husband, the man you promised to be with until you die, yet you jump into bed with them? You’re exactly that. A slut.” He kept yelling, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
Keeley stayed silent for a moment, waiting for his voice to peter out, and she stood straighter, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her chin. It transformed her from a naked siren to a force to be reckoned with. She didn’t need the pinstripe power suit—her demeanor was enough to capture attention and keep it. Her eyes were fire, determination simmering like a banked inferno.
She held the cell phone with a white-knuckled grip and her jaw was set, her lips pursed as she clenched her teeth. “Let’s get something straight, shall we, Simon?” She spat his namelike it was shit on her shoe. He interrupted, saying something I couldn’t hear, and she immediately cut him off.
“No, you don’t get to do that.I’mspeaking now. You shut up and listen. Your details in our walk down memory lane need some correcting. You lost the right to hold me to my vows—which I upheld every single day of our marriage. You know, the one where youpromisedto befaithfuluntil death parted us? Remember that one? Yeah, I thought not—when you fucking cheated on me with Amanda,” she snarled. “Who I choose to be with now ismybusiness andmybusiness alone. I said no to you once. Clearly it didn’t sink in if you think you haveanyright to call me and even say my name again. So let me set you straight, Simon. We’re getting divorced. If I never see you again, it’ll be too soon. If I never hear your nasally, whining voice ever again, it’ll. Be. Too. Soon. You have no right, no fucking right at all, to call me, to insult me, or to judge me. You chose your future the moment you stuck your tongue in that woman’s mouth.Youbroke our vows, not me.”
She sucked in a breath after her tirade and held her hand up when he babbled something again. “I’m not done,” she snapped. She looked at me and winked. I choked on my own breath, and she smiled saccharinely and said, “Fuck off, Simon.”
I was in awe. Officially in. Fucking. Love. I’d known it before, but I was an absolute goner now. This woman was incredible. She was strong and fierce, and I was hooked.
She pressed the button on her cell phone, strutted back into the bedroom, and with a forced calm placed it gently back onto the nightstand. She exhaled heavily and shook her hands, jiggling her breasts, then rolled her neck. It was as if she was shaking off all the bad energy from her conversation.
“That was fuckin’ amazin’, darlin’. I’m so turned on right now.”
Keeley laughed and curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around her waist. Bray was out of the bed in a flash. He gatheredher in his arms and eased her down between us. I pulled her into my embrace, and she came willingly, her soft curves molding against my hard planes. Bray propped himself up on one elbow and scooted in close, pressing their bodies together from shoulder to toe.
