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Chance touched her bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and she moaned at the overload of sensation. Seeing Sam and Chance with their hands between her legs took her breath. Sam moved in and out while Chance circled and began to pluck her clit. Then Sam widened his fingers as he pulled out. She gasped. It was too much. Chance knew, because he started a rhythm on her clit that blew her mind.

“Too much?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, I think it’s not enough. Oh, my God.” Josie arched up toward them, greedily taking more of his thrusting fingers.

Sam feathered a kiss along her temple, lightly beaded with sweat. “I love how good you smell, Josie. So sweet.” He reached down and lightly closed his thumb and index finger around nipple, rolling the nub between his fingers. Josie squeezed her eyes tight and keened out a cry as the tension built.

“Sam, it’s too much.” Sam’s fingers pushed in deep as Chance pinched her clit and she careened into the stratosphere.

Josie slowly came back to herself to find them both gently wiping her sweat-drenched body with washcloths, and she sat up and immediately, batting the cloth out of Chance’s hand. He looked at her in surprise.

“More.”

She heard Sam laughing behind her, and she turned and gave him a hard stare. “Okay, you—more.” Then she heard Chance chuckle, and she realized both were laughing.

“Zee, normally you’re kind of out of it.” He paused. “Well, you know.” Chance waved his arm.

“After I come,” she supplied.

“Yes,” they both said.

“So, obviously I haven’t come enough. More, I want more. I liked that. I want more. You said I could ask for more.” A beatific smile came over her face, entrancing both men. Chance clasped her in a hug.

“You’re absolutely right, you get to ask for what you want, and we are the lucky bastards who get to give it to you. You heard the woman, Sam, she wants more. Get the condoms. It’s going to be a long night.”

Chapter 29

Chance and Josie got a seat near center court. She’d been surprised when Sam left the house that evening in slacks and a button-up shirt. When Josie asked why he was so dressed up, he explained it was important to set a professional example for the boys.

Chance went off and raided the concession stand, getting hot dogs, pretzels, soda, nachos, candy bars, and popcorn.

“Just how long do you think this game is going to last?” Josie asked as he plopped some of the food onto her lap.

“I eat when I’m nervous,” he explained. “Plus, all the concession-stand proceeds support the Fate Harbor Youth Club. Sam’s basketball team gets a cut, so eat up! It’s the right thing to do, love.”

Josie watched him devour a hot dog in two bites. Then the game grabbed her attention as the referee tossed the basketball into the air for the tip-off. Josie was immediately caught up in the game. Both of her sisters had played basketball in elementary and junior high school and Becca continued playing in high school.

The opposing team scored the first two baskets. They had a strong ginger-topped player on stilts who made incredible shots. Josie watched as Sam’s players picked up the pace, playing more aggressively and throwing fouls. After the referee called two fouls and the other team made more points on free throws, Sam called a timeout. He huddled the boys together, including those on the bench, and spoke to them in a very calm manner. When the boys went back out on the court, they executed a well-planned play and scored. Immediately, their outlook shifted as each kid grinned. Sam continued to display that same calm and encouraging smile that he wore even when the other team was scoring.

As the game progressed, Josie watched in amazement as Chance ate ninety percent of the food he’d purchased. She even fought him for one of the pretzels. Sam’s team played well, but the redheaded boy on the opposing team kept outgunning them. He was a phenomenal player and made every basket. Josie was impressed that Sam played every one of his players, including some who were not very good, but their team still played a strong defense and an admirable offense.

When the game was over, Sam’s team had lost by twelve points. He took the time both to address the team as a whole, and to talk to each of his boys individually. It did not escape Josie’s notice that all the boys walked away smiling from a losing game.

When Sam walked across the court to shake hands with the other coach, the two engaged in a lengthy conversation. Chance draped his arm around her shoulders and used the time to introduce Josie to some people she hadn’t met before.

“Josie, I want you to meet Richard and Ruth Neelens. They’re Bobby’s parents.” Josie shook hands with two lanky redheads, and immediately made the connection.

“I’m going to make an educated guess that Bobby is the boy who made the majority of tonight’s points.” Josie laughed.

“Yeah, the red hair and stork legs kind of give it away,” Ruth smiled. “Our boy takes after his father. Richard played college basketball. They both have a gift. Chance was telling us you bought Matushka’s Bakery. I saw the fire truck cake you made at the school carnival. That was truly impressive!”

“Yeah, my Zee has been doing a bang-up job with Sweet Dreams Desserts.” Chance smiled down at her, hugging her closer.

Three boys ran up to them, one of them with bright red hair. Another was Toby from Sam’s team.

“Bobby, great job!” Chance enthused.

“Yeah, he’s going to show us some of his moves,” Toby said. “My mom said some of the guys could crash over at our house if it’s okay with you, Mrs. Neelens,” he added, trying to persuade Bobby’s mom.