Logan slips into his sweatpants, then tilts his head, surveying us. “What do you think about coming to our next game? You could see us play and spend a little more time with us before you leave for Australia. So we can celebrate this”—he holds up a finger and waves it around, gesturing to the three of us—“properly.”
“Yeah,” Camden says in my ear, sending a delicious thrill down my spine. “Come to our game, Red. Be there for your boyfriends.”
Chuckling, I bury my head in the crook of Camden’s neck. “I’ll be there.”
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for these two.
The arena is electric,the crowd roaring, sending energy buzzing through my veins. I’ve been to plenty of hockey games in Minsk. I’ve even been to a few Thunders games with Roman’swife. But none of them come close in comparison to this experience.
Watching the guys on the ice does weird things to my body. Excitement mixes with arousal, and beneath that there’s a steady sense of pride that these two men are mine. Who knew being with them would turn me into an obsessed, possessive girlfriend?
As far as the public knows, I’m Logan Reid’s girlfriend. A famous tennis player dating the Thunders’ left winger. That alone caused ruckus on social media. There’s no way we could have told the whole story. Not yet, at least, and Camden is okay with that.
When Logan scores, I cheer until my throat’s sore. I clap and jump with the rest of the crowd. My chest swells with pride and love. Chloe was supposed to join me, but she got a call from her boss at the last minute. So I came alone, but it doesn’t bother me one bit.
Camden is an incredible goalie. He’s quick and calm under pressure, his reflexes precise. There’s not a trace of his impulsiveness or his explosive persona when he’s on the ice.
Once the game is over but before the team has left the ice, I slip away, getting ahead of the crowd so I can congratulate the guys. I show my pass to the security guard, and he lets me into the tunnel, explaining where the family room is. I take note, planning to end up there so I can catch up with Nevaeh, but not yet. First, I want to see my men.
Camden appears in the tunnel first, helmet off, his hair soaked, sweat dripping down his temples. When he spots me, he breaks into a smirk, his eyes flashing.
“Your boyfriend is talking to the press,” he drawls.
Okay, maybe he isn’t completely at peace with the story we’ve given the public. But what other option did we have? Announcing our nontraditional relationship would generate thewrong kind of buzz before my season kicks off, and it’s not what they need during their regular season either.
With a glance over his shoulder, and then over mine, I step in close. His blue eyes widen, his pupils dilating.
I grab his jersey and pull him into a quick kiss, eager to show him that I’m just as much his as I am Logan’s.
His shock only lasts a second. Then he’s kissing me back, hard and hungry, like he’s been starving for it.
With his forehead pressed to mine, he exhales loudly. “Sorry if I sounded condescending.”
“No worries. I know you’re a hothead.” I beam, stepping back. “But you matter to me. Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t.” He gives me a smile.
Logan appears then, grinning, his hair still damp. He pulls me into him and kisses me until I’m out of breath.
“What did you think?” he asks, still holding me close.
“I loved it,” I gush. “You were both incredible.”
“I knew you’d be a fan.”
Camden quirks a brow. “Are you going to watch tomorrow’s game? We’ll be in Vegas.”
“I will. I promise.” Then I clear my throat. “I actually have a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?” Logan looks down at me.
I grin, my pulse racing. “What do you think about celebrating the new year together, just the three of us?”
Camden breaks into a rare smile. “Hell yeah. Let’s do it at my place.”
“Deal,” Logan and I say at the same time. We eye each other, then break into laughter.
As they disappear into the locker room, I notice Roman standing a few feet away, helmet in hand, giving me a puzzled look.
