I nodded, unable to get my suddenly dry mouth working.
“I can introduce you to him, if you like, but he’s kinda obsessed with his wife.”
“Him?” I asked, glancing at the other women who seemed to be suppressing smiles.
“Gage.”
Huh. I hadn’t even noticed the man, but when I forced myself to look beyond my hero, I realized she was sitting beside the Chicago Coyotes star pitcher, Gage Wilson. I remembered reading something about them getting engaged around the time I’d kicked Adam out.
“That’s Cami Morales,” I said, not really understanding why they weren’t more impressed.
The pink haired hockey fan barked a laugh and hooked an arm through mine, towing me closer to the baseball legend.
“Cami, you have a fan.” She leaned in toward me, but made no attempt to lower her voice. “She can be a bit prickly, but just ignore it, she’s really a sweetheart.”
I tried for a smile, but it felt more like a grimace. “Sounds like Calix. It’s ok, I don’t want to bother her.”
She snorted and sat me down beside Cami as the crack of drum sticks echoed through the stadium speakers.
Something about the reminder my men were close allowed me to relax as they started their set, and I smiled as Otis and Harvey edged closer and closer to each other with each song, casting small smiles and knowing glances at each other like they hadn’t spent the morning in bed together. I loved how they loved each other, and the fact it extended to me made me so thankful that some days I was convinced my life was just a dream.
“Which one is yours?” Cami asked. I glanced over to find her dark eyes lit with curiosity.
“You’re staring at that stage like it holds everything you’ve always wanted.”
Smiling, I watched Calix climb onto the back of the drum kit and hold the microphone out for Tobias to sing. He shook his head and Calix fell back, playing up the rejection.
“That’s because it does.”
All I’d ever wanted for these men was happiness. I never imagined I’d be the one who could give it to them.
“And… all of them.”
Cami’s jaw dropped for a moment before she got a twinkle in her eye.
“Fuck yeah, Girl. Get it.”
I chuckled, a little smug, and finally relaxed into my seat.
When their set was done, the guys joined me in the VIP box. Each one kissed me hello as they arrived, and as Toby lifted me out of my seat and settled in with me on his lap, Cami gave me a conspiratorial wink.
“Ok, that’s enough. I don’t want you getting any ideas.” Gage stood and swept her over his shoulder before stalking out of the room as her laughter echoed behind them.
“I like her,” I decided, snuggling back into Toby’s chest to watch the game.
Harvey sat beside us and placed a hand on my knee that slowly crept further up my thigh until I was squirming in Toby’s lap.
“Who’s winning the game, Angel?” His breath coasted over my ear as Harvey’s fingertips brushed the seam of my jeans.
“It’s a bit hard to concentrate right now,” I gritted out, subtly trying to push Harvey’s hand away.
Both men chuckled, and I squeezed my thighs together.
“I think I might need to use the restroom,” I decided, a little breathlessly.
“We’ll show you where it is,” Toby agreed. I stood up and tried to look casual as all three of us pushed through the discretely placed door at the back of the room and locked ourselves in.
Toby immediately started working on my jeans zipper while Harvey claimed by mouth, one hand working my breast until I was panting. These men knew exactly how to work together to leave me an absolute mess. Warm hands slid my jeans and panties down to my ankles and off one foot, and I gasped into Harvey’s mouth as Toby hooked my knee over his shoulder and licked a long stripe over my aching pussy.
