Page 188 of Make Us Yours


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“Fuck, he’s so hot,” I mutter to myself.

Cecilia snickers beside me. “Which one?”

“Both of them. I mean, look at that.” I point with my hand toward Noahshooting pucks at the net with all the strength in his body. “All I’m picturing right now is him slapping my ass like that as he takes me from behind.” I wet my lips as I change my focus onto Gabe next.

I’m not exactly sure what the technical term for what he’s doing is, but he’s skating in place with this angry, savage look on his face, the cage of his mask making him look even more menacing. “And that! What even is that?! He looks like a caged beast preparing to break free. Tell me that doesn’t look dark and dangerous, yet you’d gladly let it attack you.”

I fan myself with one hand, shifting in my seat and feeling the heat pool between my thighs. “I am definitely letting those two go feral on my body tonight.”

Emma bursts with laughter beside Cece. “As if that’s different from any other given day.”

“Oh, shut up. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I chuckle, shaking my head, then look down at Gracie, who stares at me. “Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, I haven’t been paying attention to my words.” I place my fingertips over my lips.

Cecilia shrugs me off. “It’s fine, they can’t hear much through the noise-canceling headphones anyway.”

Relief fills me and I let out a sigh, I really don’t want to be the reason these kids start cussing like a sailor.

“How do they know who you’re talking to when you call them?” Aubrey suddenly asks from my opposite side.

I turn to face her with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

“Well, when you call them‘baby,’how do they know if it’s for Noah or Gabe?” she clarifies.

“Oh! It’s simple; I only call one of them baby.”

“Wait, you call Gabe‘baby’,But for Noah, it’s just‘Noah’?” Emma frowns. “That doesn’t seem fair. Poor guy.”

“No! I call Gabe‘baby’, and Noah‘babe’. Just like they have their own nicknames for me. Gabe calls me‘Vixen’, and Noah calls me‘Kitten’. Also, only Gabe ever calls me‘baby’or‘babe’, but never Noah. He calls me‘love’.” I shrug.

Aubrey stares at me with wide, unblinking eyes. “That’s a lot of information to remember.”

I laugh. “You kind of get used to it after hearing it every day.”

“Okay, but here’s the real question we all want to know. Can you tell the difference between them?” Morgan leans over from beside Emma, waggling her brow.

“Oh, she definitely can.” Emma giggles.

“Really? That much of a difference?” Cecilia questions next.

“Yeah, but in a good way. Noah is longer and curvy, but Gabe is thick as hell. Like,reallythick. Sometimes I think he may have ripped something up there.” I laugh, even though I’m only half joking.

“Oh God!” Aubrey covers her ears. “Please, can we not talk about male genitalia right now? I really do not need a visual of their… things.”

We all giggle, watching poor Aubrey getting extremely uncomfortable. I really wonder what her first time is going to be like if she can’t even say the word penis.

“I totally get what you mean, though. The first time I saw Gabe’s junk, I was convinced I’d need to get stitches at the ER afterwards,” Emma jokes with a giggle.

“Oh, that’s true! Sometimes I forget you’ve been with them. It’s a little weird, right?”

Despite me being uncomfortable when we bump into their former bed partners, I don’t feel that way with Emma. Yes, it’s strange and awkward to think that we’ve both slept with the same men. But it doesn’t make me jealous or hate her in any way.

“I mean, maybe a little, but she’s slept with my soon-to-be husband, so I guess it’s just a natural thing in this group.” She points at Cecilia, who gives her a displeased look for bringing it up.

“Um, no. That will not be a natural thing to happen in this group. No one is coming near my husband. I will cut you. I swear.” Morgan throws her finger in all our faces, then quickly pulls it back and blinks. “Wow, I’m sorry. I have no idea where that came from. These pregnancy hormones are turning me into a crazy woman.”

“Been there!” Cecilia laughs, squeezing Dante in her arms.

“Doing that,” Emma grumbles, since she’s clearly going through it as well. She’s now sporting this cute little baby bump at seventeen weeks.