The Lexington crowd takes over the stadium's noise now, chanting the team's motto, "We are Royals, because courage wears a crown!" and waving the blue flags.
The players gather in front of the area where we are and raise their arms, joining in and amplifying the celebration. My favorite athletes are without their helmets already, and the dark blue paint drips down their sweaty cheeks, but I find them more beautiful than ever, especially because they're sporting ear-to-ear smiles and keep their arms around each other's waists.
Unable to resist, I hop the railing of the family area and run onto the field. I hear Tess let out a little shriek, but copy me right after.
Ethan and Logan widen their eyes identically, but open their arms to catch me when I leap onto the two of them.
"Congrats, congrats, congrats!" I scream, because it's the only way for them to hear me in the middle of the chaos. I kiss their faces repeatedly and my heart gets even fuller of love and pride as they laugh and kiss me back.
When I let go of their grips, I spin on my own axis and show them the back of my shirt after lifting my hair. I turn my face so I can appreciate Logan's jaw dropping and Ethan's eyes shining like diamonds.
"Clarke-Hayes... there it is, the perfect combination," Logan remarks, running his hand under the letters on my back.
"The best of all. Especially because it's around Peach's body," Ethan adds, and I laugh, embarrassed.
"So you liked it? I thought it wouldn't be in good taste to root for just one," I say, going back to facing them. Each of them rests a hand on one side of my waist before answering.
"It looks incredible, Char," my dark-haired one assures, running a hand gently over my cheek.
"Mm-hm..." Logan agrees, then leaning in toward my ear. "And we're going to fuck you wearing only that later."
The warning makes my skin tingle and I must have blushed even harder, because Ethan laughs and shoots me a wink, without even needing to have heard what the other player told me, because he pictures it perfectly.
I bite my lip and give each of them a little pat on the face.
"Am I going to be today's victory prize?"
"Definitely," they assure in unison, and I resume laughing, but decide to steer away from the topic before I start wanting to climb the two of them like palm trees and ask them to keep their promises right away.
I step away and go around greeting and congratulating all the players, except for my ex, of course, because there's no need to grow that much. Several other people in blue shirts had invaded the field after me and grew the party. We stay in that joy for a long while, and my cheeks even hurt from smiling so much.
My boys were incredible both on and off the field.
Maybe I really was fucking lucky, after all.
Chapter 35
Ethan
There was a victory party at a bar in Boston, and we even stayed there for a few hours, after all, we'd won a Bowl game. It was historic for such a young university and a giant milestone for my career and Logan's. I was sure it would land us excellent positions for the draft.
Even though I love spending time with my team in such a joyful mood, we found a way to slip out quietly, because there were much better ways to celebrate.
That's why I'm now shoving Logan against the closed door of our hotel room and kissing him hard. The man moans against my lips and returns it with the same intensity. I slide a hand under his shirt and revel in the feeling of his warm skin against my palm, the abs more defined than ever after so much effort in the game.
A feminine hand whose touch I know by heart does the same to me and I shiver when her nails run from my chest to my back. When she sinks them into my shoulder blades I catch myself hissing and letting go of Logan's mouth to turn around. I come face to face with her mischievous expression and smile sideways.
"The kitten's got claws, huh?" I state, and she nods, biting her lip. I yank my shirt off over my head in a second and out of the corner of my eye I see my blond copy the gesture. I pull Charlie by the hand until she hits my chest. "Then do it right. I want to be able to see the marks tomorrow."
My demand is followed by the eager taking of her mouth. Charlie lets out a little cry and melts against my arms the next instant. Her hands take their place on my shoulders where she does what I asked and scratches me hard. Logan's hands join hers on my body when the man positions himself behind Charlie and presses her even harder against me.
It's the fucking best sandwich in the world.
We spend several moments like that, alternating touches between one and the other, spinning Charlie in the middle of us so she kisses both, and I even keep her there while I steal another kiss from Logan and bite his lips. When I know we're at boiling point, I take a step back and lean against the wooden door, staring at my two hotties with so much lust it hurts.
"Take your clothes off. Both of you," I order, and they obey quickly. "You can take the bra off, but keep that shirt on, Peach," I add, and she smiles with mischief.
I admire her taking off her shoes and then the tight jeans, making a point of turning her butt to me as she slides the piece down. Logan takes the opportunity to give her a hard smack that I totally approve of.
