Our choice.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
1 Oh, God, it feels so good…I’m gonna…
THIRTEEN
I’m Kind of Dating Them Both
YANA
Soft morning lightfilters in through the cabin window. For the first time in days, there’s no raging wind rattling the windows. It’s as if the storm has finally moved on. I should be sleeping, but I can’t. Not with Logan’s hand resting on my hip and Camden’s front tucked so tightly against my back. I’m sore after last night, but in a satisfying kind of way. I have zero regrets—only a strong desire to do it again.
If only we could stay here, in this little paradise, longer.
The roads should be cleared by now, and we all have to get back to reality, to practices, matches, games, and airports.
But as much as I want to stay tucked away like this, leaving here doesn’t feel like an ending. More like an ellipsis. That promise of “to be continued.”
I am theirs, just like they are mine. We established that yesterday. And I’m not letting them go.
Logan mumbles incoherently, his eyes still closed. I cup his cheek, brushing my thumb over his stubble, and he breaks into a beautiful smile.
“Morning,” he whispers as he cracks one eye open.
“Good morning.” I lean in and press my lips to his. “How did you sleep?”
“It was the best sleep of my life.” He winks, then goes rigid, stretching his body out along the mattress. “Though that’s not a surprise after the best night of my life.”
“You’re so cheesy.”
“And way too cheerful,” Camden grunts with a kiss on my shoulder.
I shift onto my back, and they both instantly tower over me, propping their heads on their knuckles. Logan smiles affectionately, while Camden is wearing a scowl. His eyes are sleepy and his hair is a mess, but when he flicks my nipple and his lips twitch slightly, I know he’s more awake than he’s letting on.
Logan smooths the wrinkle between my eyebrows with this thumb. “What are you thinking about?”
“Us. This.” I survey them both. Bitterness fills my mouth, but I shove it down. “We’re leaving today. You have games this week, and I’m leaving for Australia a few days after New Year’s. How are we going to make it work?”
“Effortlessly.” Camden plants another kiss to my forehead.
Logan caresses my cheek with his fingertips. “This may be the end of our time here, but it’s the beginning of so much more.”
Camden finally breaks into a real smile. “You’re ours now, Red. We’re not that easy to chase away.”
“And we never shy away from a challenge,” Logan says.
I huff. I thought we decided there was no competition.
As if he can read my mind, Logan laughs. “Not between us, Queen. Will our busy schedules make it difficult to find time to see each other? Sure. But we’ll make it work. You’re worth it.”
My heart flutters, like butterflies taking flight. I’ve never been happier or more at ease. Camden and Logan stir theprimal, illogical tendencies inside me while also making me feel like I belong. Like I’ve finally found my people.
I put my hand on the back of Logan’s head and pull him down for a kiss. It’s slow and gentle, causing warmth to spread through my body. When he leans away, he’s grinning from ear to ear.
Then, without words, he stands, letting Camden take his place.
This kiss is different, fierier and faster. It’s exactly what makes these men perfect for me. One is steady, balancing me and making me feel safe and grounded. The other is pure fire, making me reckless and adventurous. With them by my side, I will be unstoppable.
