Page 102 of The Forever Vault

“Another kiss for luck?” I asked.

“I won’t ever say no to that.”

I leaned in and gave him as unchaste a kiss as I could with multiple live-feed cameras and millions of people watching. Pulling back from his embrace, I teased him. “Between these lips and the platypus coin, I’m not sure who’s had more action tonight.”

Cam smirked. “I can tell you which one is going to get some action later.”

“Careful, Mr. Kane. Your dick’s gorgeous, but I don’t want the whole world seeing it just yet.”

“Too bad.” Cam pulled back.

“Maybe we can find some transparent Andrew Christian briefs and you can join me for a photoshoot some time.”

“I’d consider it.” Cam gave his palm a kiss, then tossed the coin to me.

I caught it without trouble, gave it a quick kiss myself, and slipped it into my pants pocket. It had brought us so much luck. It just needed to last a little bit longer.

Like, nine more days.

For fuck’s sake, we were so far in the lead and I didn’t want to jinx it by saying it out loud, but the guys would have to pretty much just go out on the floor and sit there for seventy seconds to lose the gold. Even so, my ass was clenched the entire time.

The crowd wasn’t even trying to be reserved anymore, though when Miles saluted the judges to start, the volume dipped just a little. After all, he needed to concentrate.

With each successful tumble, the crowd got a little more amped - other apparatus be damned. I’m sure it was frustrating to the other athletes, but that was part of it. London went berserk for their gymnasts.

Miles didn’t fall. His score would be excellent.

When the score posted, Miles leapt into Hudson’s arms and the team swarmed them with congratulatory slaps and pats. Zane was doing his best to contain Ezra.

“ORION ELLIS. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.”

Woodward gave him one last whisper of advice and then all our eyes were watching him. Cam’s fingers interlaced with mine and a smile immediately flashed across my face.

Orion had come such a long way since the shy kid I met in New York City that had a crush on me. I mean, I guess I had too, since both of us were in committed relationships and that’s really the only reason that thought crossed my mind as I watched him sprint into his first pass.

O didn’t fall either.

Cam’s routine would be the one to clinch the gold.

“Up to you, pal.” Noah snuck up behind us, squeezing us together. “You got this. Fly, my little butterfly!”

“Shut up, Noah!”

I could hear the groan in Cam’s voice despite his grin.

“What? You’d prefer an ass pat? I can do that.”

“He’s had enough of those for a lifetime,” I interjected. “No more touching of Cam’s ass.”

“Tell that to everyone else,” Noah teased.

I used Noah as a screen to give the ass under discussion a tiny pinch. “Go get it, handsome.”

“Thanks, Luke.”

And then I watched the perkiest ass make its way onto the podium and heard the name of the love of my life announced. The crowd’s reaction was the loudest of the night. I wasn’t playing favorites. Cam was the leader of this team, and the arena loved him.

The other events were done. The scores, set.