Page 149 of Hearts Storm

My heart feels like it’s going to burst. The thoughtfulness of Logan, not only bringing me back to where we began, but making sure I had Ari here too, is almost too much for me to take.

“We’ll meet you out here at six,” Logan says.

“Come on!” Ari crows, tugging my hand. “There’s work to do and fun to be had.”

Nervous hands skim over the dress Ari brought for me to wear to Fight Night. The fabric shimmers, catching the light and throwing it back in tiny explosions of silver. Strapless, its deep sapphire blue fades into silver sequins along the hem, which barely grazes the middle of my thighs.

“You look so fucking hot,” Ari says, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

I turn in front of the full-length mirror. The silver heels she brought add another four inches to my height, which should put me right at eye level with Logan and Brex. My hair is down, falling in loose waves past my shoulders, and Ari did this smoky thing with my eyes that make them pop like I’m some kind of villainess from a vampire movie.

“Sure it’s not too much?” I ask, smoothing my hands over my hips.

“What? Hell no. Girl, you’re about to walk into a packed stadium with two of the hottest men I have ever seen, and they’re both yours. There is no such thing as too much.”

A knock at the door makes my head jerk up.

“That’s them.” Ari grabs both our clutches off the bed and shoves mine into my hands. “Will you answer the door while I get my coat?”

Why am I so freaking nervous? Both of my men have not only seen me naked, but on my knees. Been inside me.

Ari is halfway to the closet when she catches my hesitation. “Hey. This is your moment. Go get ’em, tiger.”

Rolling my eyes, I take a deep breath and cross the room.

When I open the door, Logan and Brex are standing out in the hall. The second they see me, their mouths drop open.

Both are wearing bespoke black tuxedos, and look good enough to eat. Sans ties, their top two buttons are undone, exposing the hollows of their throats and just enough skin to make my mouth water. Logan’s dark hair is combed away from his face, and Brex has his pushed to one side, a rogue dark blond piece falling across his forehead.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes.

Logan doesn’t say a word. He just stares. Emerald eyes travel down my body with agonizing slowness and back up again. When his gaze finally meets mine, feral heat blazes, making my knees go weak.

“Every man in the arena is gonna pop a woody when they see you,” Logan growls.

“Not if I kill them first,” Brex grumbles, adjusting his sleeves.

Ari bustles out of her room and shuts the door. “Okay. I just got a text saying the limo is waiting out front…”

The look on her face when she sees my boys makes me laugh.

“Holy hell, Rey,” she huffs, shaking her head. “I don’t know how you do it, but I gotta give you props. Those are some fine ass looking specimens you’ve got there.”

“My eyes are up here,” Brex snarks.

With a giggle, I hook my arm through hers and lead us down the hall.

Sneaking a quick glance over my shoulder, I catch both men staring at my ass, and I clear my throat.

Each gifts me with a grin.

Downstairs, we all pile into the limo. The driver opens the door, and Brex slides in first, and I follow, settling into the plush leather seat beside him. Logan climbs in and takes the empty spot next to me.

Ari sits across from us with a knowing smirk. “You three look so good together.”

Heat floods my veins as both men lay a possessive hand on one of my thighs.

Logan’s palm is warm as his thumb traces lazy circles on my skin as Brex squeezes. “Hell yeah, we do,” he grins. “Mostly because of her.”