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Bang, bang, bang.It’s three in the morning and someone is pounding on my front door. I clutch my phone, tying my robe around my waist to peek out the curtain. Two hulking figures stand on my porch and my stomach lurches.
My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down to see its Luka.
“Hello?” I whisper. As I become a little more alert my brain catches up to who’s on my porch.
“Bad girl,” he drawls, leaning against my front door. Facing away from the house I can see his face in the moonlight.
“Luka, you scared the shit out of me,” I say into the phone, laying my temple on the cool wall.
“Let us in,” he’s looking up at the house to try to see me. I don’t bother to move.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I – I need some space,” I admit. I can see his head shake slightly and he covers the phone to say something to Noah. Noah reaches his hand out and snaps his fingers for the phone. Something about that command, the attitude in the snap makes me burn a little.
“Honey,” he says tersely into the phone. “Open up, we need to talk.”
“It’s not a good idea, Noah.” I tell him, clutching the phone. I’m in love with him. I’m in love with both of them and I won’t be responsible for making their lives miserable. You don’t become a professional athlete on a whim, it’s something you build from the ground for your entire life, an integral part of who you are. I’m not going to be the reason it falls apart.
“Libby, we need to talk it out. We’re a team. If this is going to workwe can’t make decisions alone.” I watch as he spreads his fingers on my door, leaning his forehead against it. Luka stands behind him, arms crossed, staring up at my window as if he could see me.
“Noah –” I protest but he interrupts me.
“Libby, I have been waiting for my PI to get back to me for hours. I played the whole damn game. I took hits that felt like a fucking truck and all I want to do is lay down and rest. So, you’re either going to get your sweet ass down here and let us in, or I’m going to have to fucking sleep against your door. What’s it going to be.”
I swallow thickly, guilt eating at me. After their first home game, I saw how beat up they could get. Noah had bruises all along his ribs and his body had been sore for days.
“Okay,” I say, making my way down the stairs to unlock the deadbolt and open the door. He makes short work of pushing the door open, both guys crowding into the little entryway at the base of my stairs. Noah stares down at me, hands on his hips while Luka shuts the door and locks it. I watch as both guys toe off their shoes and feel the urge to run. Even in the dark, they look tired but there’s something lurking beneath the surface.
Suddenly, Luka steps forward and tosses me over his shoulder, moving up the stairs with his hand on my ass. I’m too surprised to fight at first. When he gets to the top I wiggle.
“Luka, put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.” A sharp sting on my ass is my only answer. He walks down the dark hallways to my bedroom. My apartment is on the top floor of a two-story condo, with one bedroom, a living room, and a kitchenette. He tosses me onto the bed and looks at me intently before pulling his shirt off over his head and pushing his pants down. He kicks the pile toward the door and then climbs into bed with me. I hold my breath when he pulls the tie of my robe, unwrapping me and throwing it to the floor on top of his clothes. I’m acutely aware of Noah standing next to the bed, shucking his clothes more slowly. I can feel his fury and it perks up this deep needy part of me.
“Fuck this bed is small,” Luka grumbles, arranging himself around me and trying to make room for Noah. My bed isn’t small, it’s just not built for three grown adults, two of which are literal giants.
Noah grunts and lays on his side, tugging me out of Luka’s arms to spoon me. I don’t have to trace his shins with my toes to know his feet are hanging off the end.
“Sleep, honey. I’m too fucking tired to talk about this mess tonight.” His arm encircles my waist, and I can feel his semi against my ass.
Luka tips up my chin and brushes my lips with his.
“Just so you know, bad girl, this is not how I expect to be greeted next time I win a game.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice sounding a little watery. I feel so conflicted. I want them here. I want to be with them, but I don’t want to hurt them. I know deep down they will resent me if everything goes to hell, and I don’t know if I will survive that kind of heartbreak.
“Yeah, for future reference, I expect a lot more blowjobs.” He strokes his thumb over my lip. Noah’s already snoring behind me, totally exhausted. His arm isn’t slack, holding me tight even in sleep.
“Blowjobs?” A tear slides down my cheek and Luka flicks it with his finger.
“And anal.” Despite myself, I laugh. It’s absurd. This whole fucking is absurd.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Luka brushes my lips again and I squeeze my eyes shut to keep from crying more.
“It’s okay, Libby. We’ll work this out. We love you.”
There’s something about a whispered confession of love late at night when everything feels quieter. It’s never really quiet in a city but there’s a stillness that makes the words land deep in my chest.
“It’s too soon to feel that way, Luka,” I tell him sadly. I wish it were true.
