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We swapped places, and I handed his boy over. I admired the way Stetson settled right into his arms. In his element, Levi oozed confidence, wrapping his arms around Stetson like the boy couldn’t take him out in a single swoop. He was a little softer around the edges than me and Stetson. His muscles were less defined, but no one would ever hear a single complaint out of me. I loved his body. Stetson’s only complimented it.
I started washing myself, enjoying the laughs coming from Stetson when Levi tickled him with his hands or his lips. Once I was clean, I kissed them both and stepped out of the shower. “I’ll wait for you two in the kitchen.”
Instead of going straight into cooking, I started brewing coffee. From past experience, I knew that Stetson might crash soon, so food may have to wait.
I’d gotten lucky enough to snag a flight home in the early hours of the morning. Not wanting to wake Levi, I camped out on the couch. I’d grown bored of the game I was playing on my phone when Stetson tiptoed down the stairs. I thought for sure he would see me, but he went straight to the bedroom door. He hesitated briefly, but pushed it open and slipped inside.
I didn’t intend to intervene, but when I heard the soft voices trailing from the room I stood up. Then once I heard my name in the mix, my feet carried me to the door. Seeing Stetson on Levi’s lap? Well, I grew lightheaded from the rush of blood south, and I knew I had to join in.
I didn’t like to admit it, but Stetson Holloway made me nervous in a way I hadn’t been in a very long time. He was a damn good ball player, but he was also a new complication standing in the way of me and a title. Having him thrown into my life both on and off the field was something I never saw coming.
I wouldn’t change a thing. I hadn’t even laid hands on him yet, but I already knew that I’d spontaneously combust the moment I did.
My thoughts faded away as the bedroom door opened and my two men walked out, smiles on their faces. “You two hungry?” I asked, though I was already starting breakfast.
“Starving,” came from Levi. He pecked me on the cheek, doctored up his coffee, and took a seat at the table.
Met with silence from Stetson, I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye. “What’s wrong?” I asked, taking out the chopping board.
“Can I kiss you?”
The knife slipped and if I’d been any more careless, I could have taken one of my fingers off. I dropped it to the counter and took a step toward him. “You don’t have to ask.”
With a cocky grin, Stetson stepped forward. I relaxed into the kiss, tugging on his clean t-shirt to pull him closer. His hands threaded through my hair, and a shiver shot down my spine. He’d found my kryptonite without even trying.
“Why don’t you join me for my workout today?” I asked, returning to the abandoned vegetables. “I know you two have a lot to talk about, but I think we do too.”
Stetson glanced back at his Daddy, waiting for his approval. “I think that’s a good idea. It’s up to you.”
“Sure,” Stetson finally agreed. “Can I help you with anything?”
Levi murmured, “Good boy,” under his breath, and Stetson coughed to cover his gasp.
“I’ve got it. Sit down,” I said, amused. “But I do have oneveryimportant question for you.”
He eyed me curiously, slipping into a chair next to Levi. “What?”
“How do you like your eggs?”
The boy visibly relaxed, slumping into his seat. “You two really like teasing me don’t you?”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Rookie,” I laughed.
* * *
By the time breakfast was served, we were too hungry to keep teasing each other. We made small talk as we ate, Levi asking me about the game in Boston and Stetson about his next game in Louisiana. Then I questioned Stetson about his current workout routine. It felt nice, natural even. We’d never had this sort of comfortable environment with anyone else.
Then again, we’d never tried it with anotherathlete.
Stetson was completely enamored with Levi. I practically had to peel the two of them away from each other to get him out the door. Levi followed us out, buckling his boy in before giving us both a kiss and retreating . Stetson eyed me as I reached for my own seatbelt.
“Why didn’t he buckle yours too?” he asked.
“If I wanted him to, he would.”
“How did he know I wanted him to?”
“You didn’t tell him otherwise.”
