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Devan rolled his eyes, but planted one last quick kiss on my lips and stepped toward the fridge. “Beer?”
Rigby lifted his hand and caught the craft beer flying through the air with ease. Dev passed me mine gently. Sweet jerk.
River came downstairs not long after, and I put dinner on the table. As we all sat down, I knew this was what it could be like every night in a perfect world.
But the world was not perfect.
So once everyone had eaten—the conversation was companionable but mostly about hockey, Huey and the news—I brought up a harder subject. “So, how does this work?”
Rigby shrugged. “Just like this? Though eventually, it stands to reason, there’d be more orgies.”
River slapped him in the back of the head, while Dev grunted, “Fucking hell, Engman.”
“What?” He pouted. “I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.”
I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or be horrified. River just shook his head. “I think that would be up to Nova, don’t you?”
I was picturing it then, that scenario that I’d purposefully not let myself imagine. All three of their huge bodies surrounding me, touching me, making me feel good as I made them feel good. The fantasy was one that made me clench my thighs together, but my vagina was a simple creature who didn’t think things through. Like, would I actually be enough to satisfy all three men, who were in their prime and so fucking handsome, or was I setting myself up for heartache when they eventually cheated on me?
“This is exclusive, right?”
Devan frowned. “Of course. I can’t speak for those two, but I want something stable with someone I can trust.”
“But there's only one of me and three of you…” Damn, this was awkward.
“We’re men, not baboons. We don’t need to have sex every day. I’m happy coming home and holding you in my arms. Intimacy is more than just shoving your dick inside someone.” Devan raised a single eyebrow. “Though I’m not going to lie, the sex has been mindblowing.” The look in his eyes told me he was remembering last night—how I’d screamed his name with my knees beside my ears and Devan’s cock filling me up in ways I’d never even imagined before now.
“What if one of you gets traded?” I asked River and Rigby, because that was the truth. Hockey wasn’t a game where you played on one team for a long time. That was an anomaly, not the norm.
“We both have another year on our contracts, and then I guess we cross that bridge when we come to it. Hopefully we re-sign with the IceCaps, but if we get traded, then we’ll make it work,” Rigby said softly, but that was easy for him to say. “Don’t borrow future trouble, Fireball. Nothing is guaranteed in life, and we shouldn’t miss out on today’s happiness on the off chance the future isn’t what we predicted.”
River nodded. “Whatever happens—with this relationship, with the team, with life—you’ll always have us. Even if we aren’t together anymore, we’ll still share Huey. You’ll never have to go it alone again.”
The lump in my throat grew bigger. “Okay.”
Rigby whooped. “On that note, I call dibs. You’re mine tonight, Fireball.”
River huffed. “That’s not fair. We should rock-paper-scissors for it.”
“Or let Nova choose,” Devan added sarcastically.
But Rigby was already picking me up in his arms. “You guys are just sore losers. You gotta be quicker next time, old man!”
“I’m only eleven months older than you,” River yelled behind us, but Rigby was already taking the stairs two at a time, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
RIGBY
We were in my room,but now I was nervous. I hadn’t been this nervous to have a girl in my room since the ninth grade and Mom said Cindy Kershaw could come over to do homework. That was the first day I ever saw naked breasts, and it cemented my love of boobies for life.
I didn’t want this to be awkward, where we both stood around shuffling from foot to foot, so I didn’t allow it to be. I just didn’t put her down. I shuffled her around so she was clinging to me like a baby koala.
“Hold on! I have to put my stuff away.”
My bags were all over the bed, and that just wouldn’t do. I had plans. Fantasies. This night didn’t have to be perfect, but I wanted it to be so good that she’d never forget, like me and Cindy Kershaw’s boobs. This moment would be forever imprinted on both our memories, and I’d rather it wasn’t shudder-inducing.
Well, only the good kind of shudders.
