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I let out a low whistle as I eye them up from down the hall. “Lord have mercy, who are these two studs?”
The two of them blush and give me the shyest smiles as they make their way to me. Neither of them hesitate to kiss me deeply. Dom holds my face in his hands as he kisses me. His shaky breath sweeps across my cheeks as his lips ravage me. But regardless of the intensity of his kiss, there’s an apprehension there. I can feel it. I can feel it in the way his lips move against mine. Like he’s trying not to fully sink into the way we feel against one another. But before I have a moment to analyze it, Emerson rips me from his hold. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he presses my body tight against his before crashing his mouth to mine. The wet strands of his hair brush against my forehead as I let out a whimper. None of us care who sees the three of us in this hallway. And regardless of what’s going on with Dom, knowing neither of them are ashamed, only makes me want them more.
I manage to pull my mouth from Emerson’s only for him to look at me with that panty-melting grin and say, “Gotta say, Darlin’, I could get used to seeing you in my jersey.” His voice is deep and raspy, and it sends a rush of heat straight to my core.
“Is that so? How about you, Foster?” I ask, looking over at Dom.
His nostrils flare at the use of his last name, and Ican tell he’s trying to downplay his reaction. He pauses a moment before finally answering. “I know one thing’s for sure, Honey. It’s a miracle the score was 3–0 when I spent half the game staring at you. I pulled that shutout straight out of my ass.”
My cheeks heat under his praise, and as I look between the two of them, assessing the way their eyes continuously rake over my body, I already know how we’re going to be spending the night.
CHAPTER 36
SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE. RIGHT?
EMERSON
Dom said he didn’t want to drive, so the three of us are in my Jeep heading back to Lil’s apartment. Our girl kept herself busy trying to drive me insane as she rubbed her hand up and down my thigh the entire way. But as much as I wanted to sink into her touch, I couldn’t, because half of my attention was on Dom in the backseat as he stared mindlessly out of the window.
I know what’s going on with him.
I’m his best friend. His person. Some days I know him better than he knows himself. So it took me all of two seconds to decipher what was going on as he stood frozen in the crease. Because I saw the way he looked at her in that jersey. He looked at her the exact same way I did. We looked at her like she belonged there. Like she belonged sitting just behind the plexiglass wearing our numbers. Like she belonged in that chair cheering uson. Because she does. She belongs. At that rink. In our lives. In our minds. In ourhearts.
So, yeah, I know why Dom’s spiraling.
I also know that if he just gives the three of us a chance, he’ll realize that this is all worth it. That if he lets it, this could be the start of something great.
But I’m not sure that this situation, especially with the state Dom is in, requires words.
No.
Right now, I think we should let our bodies do all of the talking. Which is perfect because, judging by the way Lil’s attempting to undo my tie while holding onto Dom’s hand for dear life as I key in the code to her apartment, it’s safe to say she’s on the same page I am. And as chatty as Dominic Foster usually is, when he clams up, I can always count on his body to say the words his mouth won’t.
I don’t know what planet we’ve landed on whereI’mthe one trying to gethimto open up, but if that’s what it’s going to take, I’ll do it.
Finally, I manage to punch in the security code correctly, and I push the door open in front of me. Lil lets go of her feeble attempt to undo my tie and places her hand in the center of my back, ushering me into her apartment.
Once we’re all the way inside and the door is shut behind us, I turn to face the two of them. Lil’s hand is firmly clasped in Dom’s. In one fell swoop, I undo my tie, rip it off from around my neck, and set it on the counter next to me.
“Fuck, why was that so hot?” Lil says on a breath.
Smiling, I shrug my suit jacket off and drape it on the chair at her kitchen counter. My eyes move to Dom as he clenches his jaw at the sight of me undressing before them.
“Ugh, even the way you take off your jacket is sexy,” Lil groans. She attempts to step toward me, but, as he always can, Dom silently reads my mind and keeps her in place.
“What if I do this?” I ask before undoing the top two buttons of my dress shirt, followed by the two at my wrist. I roll my sleeves up my forearms stopping once I get to my elbows.
Lil bites her lip and Dom’s nostrils flare. “Please,” she says. “You know damn well that the way a man’s forearms look underneath a dress shirt is basically like pornography. Especially yours.”
“You want to talk about pornography?” Dropping the grin I’ve been wearing since I took my tie off, I look from her to Dominic. “Dominic, come here.” Reading my expression and tone of voice, he doesn’t waste a second following my instructions. Letting go of Lil’s hand, he comes to me. “Stand next to me, and look at our girl.”
Dom stands at my left, and the two of us stare at Lil, still standing in the entryway of her apartment. Her eyes are wide, her chest heaving beneath our jersey.
Fuck me, that jersey.
“Show us what you have on underneath that jersey, Sweetheart.”
?1A slow smile spreads across Lil’s face before she kicks off her shoes, followed by her socks. Reaching underneath the front of her jersey, she undoes the buttons of her skinny jeans before shimmying them over her hips and down her legs. Once she kicks them off to the side, she’s left standing before us in nothing but her panties andourjersey.
