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And just like that, the conversation shifts. To hockey practice and their upcoming game. To classes and midterms. To the guys rock-paper-scissoring over who is doing this week’s grocery shopping and whether or not Silas could beat Ronan in a one-on-one shootout.

Nothing life-altering. Nothing heavy, but everything that matters. Everything that isreal. It is the kind of everydaynormalthat feels like a balm. I sit there, bare feet on the chair and knees pulled up as I listen to them tease and argue and justbe—and for the first time in years, I think I might actually be okay.

Not necessarily today. Not even tomorrow.

Butsomeday.

And for now, knowing that is enough.

23

WREN

“You guys coming?”Shaun, one of the players, asks Ronan. The rest of the team is filing out after a late-night practice. All the admin staff have already left, leaving just me and the team in the entire building.

Ronan shares a look with Silas and Lucian before answering Shaun. “Nah, man. Not yet. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

“No worries.” With a wave of his hand, Shaun leaves the locker room. He’s the last player, bar my three guys.

“You should probably head out, too,” I say, my back to them while I gather towels to put in the laundry basket. “You have practice again in the morning and need your rest.”

There’s a hand on my upper arm before I’m turned around and gently yet forcefully pushed back into a row of lockers.

“I can think of something much more fun that we need,” Ronan states, brown eyes heated as they slowly roam down my front. I’m wearing a bra that pushes up my tits, and a low-cut blouse that shows them off, along with a pencil skirt that makes my ass look incredible and bright red high heels that give me the height I need when dealing with hockey players.

It means I only need to tilt my head back a little to meet Ronan’s lustrous stare.

Silas and Lucian move to my sides, watching me with equally heated looks.

My teeth sink into my lower lip, and I look up at each of them through my lashes. “What’s that?” I ask, swallowing around the lump of anticipation that has formed in my throat.

“You,” all three of them answer.

My breath catches as Ronan presses closer. The hard strength of his body slides along mine, and God does he feel good. Better than good. His hands glide down my sides, over my waist, and squeeze my hips before moving lower.

I shiver as he slides a hand over my ass.

“You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are in these outfits,” he rasps, voice thick.

“Fuck, you make it impossible to focus during practice,” Lucian adds, watching Ronan’s hands on my body like a man starved.

Silas grasps my chin, turning my face toward him before covering my lips with his. I melt into his kiss, opening my mouth and moaning as his tongue connects with mine.

My hand slides into his hair, pulling him closer as my veins heat and desire curls low in my stomach. I feel Ronan’s hands drift lower, slipping beneath my skirt and inching it higher as they glide up my thighs.

I shiver at the touch, while silently crying out for more.

More hands slide across my waist, deftly popping the buttons on my shirt before dipping beneath to feel my heated skin. I know instantly that the rough skin belongs to Lucian.

Breaking my kiss with Silas, my head falls back against the locker door, my breath coming in heaves as I watch the three of them worship my body.

Silas moves to kiss along my jaw and neck, while Lucianpushes my blouse over my shoulder, leaving me in my bra and bunched-up skirt. A flush has formed on my chest.

“So pretty,” Lucian murmurs before ducking to run his tongue along the heated skin. Flicking my bra strap down my arm, he pulls the cup away from my breast so he can dip lower. His tongue glides over the swell of my breast before circling my peaked nipple.

When he sucks it into his mouth, I moan, my back arching as pleasure sizzles along my nerves.

Ronan’s fingers press against my core through the fabric of my panties, and I tremble with need. He smirks knowingly. “These are only going to be good for the trash,” he says, before fisting the flimsy fabric and ripping them right off.