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“Let’s go head up there now. I think the guys are there already. I can introduce you if you’re comfortable with that.” Phoenix stands up from the couch and grabs her phone off the desk, then saunters over toward the doors and looks back.
Slowly, I rise up from the couch and take small steps to where she stands. “Sorry. I’m just having a lot of trouble with all this new stuff.”
Her lips turn down. “I get it. You don’t know who to trust, who has your best interests. Who you can even let in to get to know you. One day, when you’re ready, I can tell you my story.”
“I… I think I would like that,” I admit.
“Good.” She smiles at me as she leads me out of her office. We wind around and walk through the back parts of the stadium.
When we finally reach a set of doors, two security guards stand on either side. They open the doors as she approaches.
“Jerry, Mike, this here is Raelyn. She is with the team and me, specifically Drew Spencer. Please see to it that she has access to anything she wants,” Phoenix tells them without skipping a beat.
“You got it, ma’am,” they both say at the same time.
We walk through the doors, and I see three guys laughing and standing by the window, and holy hell. If those are her husbands…
“Raelyn, this here is Daxon, Mason, and Colton. My husbands,” she introduces me to the men standing before me, and I am left speechless. They are all sexy as fuck.
Whatever mold they were cut from, they need to make more.
The one she calls Daxon is the first to reach me and extend a hand. My eyes widen at the size of his hand. Don’t they say something about the size of a man’s hand in correlation with the size of his peen?
My head turns toward Phoenix, and I am now trying to do sex math and wonder how she is still walking among the living.
Holy shit. Why am I thinking about Phoenix and her husbands’ sex life?
Ew. Stop it, Rae.
Daxon’s hair is black as night. His green eyes pop in contrast to the dark color. He is well over six feet tall, and his arms look like they are ready to Hulk out of his shirt.
“Hey there, Raelyn.” The tall blond one she called Mason stands in front of me, offering me a smile that would melt an iceberg. He extends a hand, and I take it. He covers mine with his other one and winks at me.
So, he’s hot as sin itself and a flirt.
Gigantor behind him comes over, or as his parents named him, Colton. He looks all brooding and sulky. He kinda reminds me of Tristan. He doesn’t extend a hand, instead just offering me a nod. His glasses give him a sexy but nerdy look, and his size gives him a “I will crush you with my pinky” feel. His eyes are a beautiful hazel, his brown hair styled so perfectly, it gives perfectionist feels.
I nod and try to offer a smile, but I am sure that my face looks horrifying as my mind tries to understand how this works. Literally, my brain is trying to understand how it is possible to be married to three very sexy, very strong men.
Do they have a sex schedule? Do they share a bed? My eyes widen for a moment. Do they have sex all at the same time?
Why are you still thinking about their sex life, Rae?
“This is a lot, I know,” Phoenix says to me, knocking me from my thoughts. Mason and Daxon offer me a smile, while Colton stares at me, like he is watching how I react to things.
“I, uh, I’m just overwhelmed with everything right now,” I say quietly.
“I completely understand. Just relax here and enjoy the game. I will make sure to take you into the locker room to see Drew after the game.” Phoenix gestures toward the couch-like seats in front of the window.
“Um, are you leaving?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “Nope. I am going to sit with you and help you experience your first baseball game. And I promise I will explain how the whole three husband thing works.” She winks at me. The three hunks of man meat smile at the response.
I scramble to put together a sentence. “How… wait… I…”
She chuckles. “Your surprised look gave it away. It’s totally okay. The guys and I are very open and don’t hide away from our love.”
I nod, and she leads me toward the couch at the front of the giant window that looks out over the stadium and field.