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Chapter 19 - Libby
I try to focus on the screen, but I could give two shits about this video I’m editing. What the hell am I doing here? I asked for space, I went to my place, and they followed. They packed all of my shit up and dragged me back to Noah’s apartment. The whole ride I expected Luka to slide a hand up my thigh. When we got into the apartment, instead of pushing me against the wall they’d kissed my damn cheek and unloaded my boxes.
Then they helped me unpack while I waited. When were we going to talk? When were they going to ease this ache inside of me? There’s something about that ‘in charge’ tone of Noah’s that makes everything in my body pay attention.
I hit the keys a little too hard and tried to get more comfortable on the sofa.
This isn’t going to work. What am I even doing here? I close my laptop and lay on Noah’s couch, looking at the ceiling. It was too easy to convince me to come back. My heart wanted them. More than I’ve wanted anything if I’m honest with myself.
I hear the front door open, and the guys walk down the short hallway talking in low tones.
“Honey, I’m home,” Luka yells, just like he did the first time I met him. I can’t believe it’s been two months. I scrub my hands over my face and sit up, peeking at them over the back of the couch.
“There she is,” Luka smiles and inclines his head toward the kitchen. “Come on, sweetheart, we got lots of food.”
I trail after them and watch as they set out heaps of containers on the table. I go to the cupboard and get the plates and glasses we need, surprised at how at home I feel here. We often spend more time at Noah’s apartment than Luka’s.
I set the plates down and sit in my chair. Noah drags his fingers over my arm before heading into the kitchen to get drinks. He gets us all our favorites, water for the guys, and sparkling for me. When did I not notice how comfortable we were with one another? How much we feel like a family. I sniffle and Luka sits next to me and reaches for my hand.
“Hey, none of that okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
Noah sits on my other side and spoons food onto my plate before serving himself. It smells great but I don’t exactly feel hungry. I need to know my fate. I need to hear that we’re going to fight for this and that they’re not going to resent the hell out of me if it blows up in our faces.
“Eat your dinner, Libby, and tell me why you ran,” his gruff bossy tone spurs me into action. Some kind of grumpy magic.
“I guess I realized how much of a fantasy this is,” I say, pushing rice around my plate. They got Greek, one of my favorites.
“What do you mean fantasy,” Luka asks, putting some pita on my plate. I drop my fork and start to pull off little pieces of the bread. I need something to do with my hands.
“At the game, some of the women were talking about us and they said you could lose everything if the media found out. That you might get traded. I can’t – I can’t be responsible for you losing something you’ve worked so hard for. I’m not worth that.”
Noah’s hand slides up the table and he grips my thigh hard.
“Look at me, Libby.” I swallow the lump in my throat and turn to face him. He tips my chin up until my eyes meet his.
Luka presses a kiss to the back of my neck, and I shiver.
“I love you. I’m sorry if I haven’t told you before. Or if you didn’t know that I fucking love you.” His fingers get a little harder on my jaw, biting into my skin and sending a thrill down my spine. “And no one is going to fucking tell me how to live my life. Not the press. Not my team. And not some jersey chaser that’s just jealous.”
“It’s too soon –” My face is turned, and Luka mashes his lips into mine. Kissing me hard, drawing out my tongue. He grips my waist and Noah’s hand is still on my face. When he pulls back all I see are the blue of his eyes, I’m hypnotized.
“It’s not too soon. We love you, Libby. Will you be ours, bad girl?” His fingers squeeze my waist and Noah draws my chin back to face him. He lowers his lips to mine and gives me the sweetest kiss of my life. It’s not fast or hard, a complete mind fuck compared to the pressure of his fingers on my face.
“Who do you belong to, Libby?” He growls and I clench my legs together, thinking of this morning.
“You,” I whisper, licking my lips.
“That’s right. You belong to us and we’re going to take care of you for the rest of your life.” Luka rustles behind me before he takes my hand, sliding cold metal over my finger.
I look down and see the most beautiful ring, an oval yellow diamond with starburst diamonds surrounding it. When I look closer, I realize, it’s three rings, two semi-circles hugging the bigger stone. I squeeze my eyes tight trying not to cry.
“You get it now don’t you, honey? We all belong together, and Luka and I will protect you, take care of you, and treasure you for the rest of our lives. All you have to do is say yes.”
“What about the press?”
“Fuck the press. If our team won’t stick with us, then we’ll be done. Neither of us needs money from football.”
“Noah, it’s easy to say something like that.” I say softly but Luka interrupts me.
