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Caleb has flowers. A full bouquet, wrapped neatly in brown paper.

I side-eye him as we walk up to Sienna’s house. “Seriously?”

He shrugs. “Coach was definitely weird at practice. We are in a harem with his daughter for God’s sake. Figured I’d try to soften him up.”

I shake my head, smirking. “You’re overthinking it.”

Caleb lets out a low huff. “We’ll see.”

I knock, and within seconds, the door swings open.

Sienna stands there, barefoot, wearing a pair of shorts and one of my hoodies, her hair still sleep-messy. She blinks at us, her lips parting slightly like she wasn’t expecting us to actually show.

Then, her gaze drops to the bouquet in Caleb’s hands.

“Are those for my dad?” she teases, leaning against the doorframe.

Caleb rolls his eyes. “Yeah, bunny. Your dad’s the one we’ve been fucking.”

I chuckle under my breath as Sienna lets out a snort, stepping aside to let us in.

The house smells like coffee and maple syrup. Coach is in the kitchen, his broad frame hunched over the counter as he reads something on his phone. He doesn’t look up right away, but I can feel his awareness shift, clocking us the second we step inside.

We make our way to the dining table, sitting down as Sienna moves to pour herself more coffee. Caleb sets the flowers on the counter, clearing his throat.

Coach finally glances at them, one brow lifting. “You bring those for me, Caleb?”

Caleb leans back in his chair, grinning. “Thought you’d like ‘em.”

Coach snorts, shaking his head. “Right.”

Sienna slides into the seat between us, pulling her legs up, tucking her bare feet beneath her. She looks comfortable. At ease. Like she belongs with two of us, like this isn’t completely crazy. Her dad–our Coach–making us breakfast while we sit here like the world isn’t tilting on its axis.

Coach sets a plate in front of each of us. Eggs, bacon, toast. A simple breakfast, but it feels significant.

“Thanks, Coach,” we both mumble.

“So.” He sits down, resting his elbows on the table. “What exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

Caleb and I exchange a glance.

Sienna groans. “Dad.”

“What?” He gestures at us. “I’m supposed to just let this go? My daughter is involved with two hockey players from my own damn team. I think I deserve a few answers. I cooked fucking breakfast.”

Sienna rolls her eyes. “Oh my god. I didn’t know that’s why you invited them. I thought you understood.”

“Understood?” Coach glares. “There’s two of them, and none of you seem to mind. Someone start fucking explaining.”

Caleb smirks. “Coach, you make it sound scandalous.”

Coach levels him with a look. “It is scandalous.”

I lean forward, my voice even. “We care about your daughter, Coach.”

His jaw tenses. “Care? If you two cared about her, then you wouldn’t be okay with this.”

“Dad!” Sienna shouts.

I glance at her, and she’s already looking at me, her expression unreadable. Then, she exhales, setting her coffee down.

“I love them. Both of them! I can’t just choose one.”

Silence.

Caleb goes completely still.

I blink at her, my heart kicking up in my chest.

“What?” I ask, my voice quieter than I mean for it to be.

Caleb is watching her like he’s trying to memorize every detail of her face. I can tell he wasn’t expecting this. Neither of us were.

I reach for her hand, threading my fingers through hers. “I love you too, baby.”

Caleb exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair, then lets out a quiet chuckle. “Jesus.”

Coach clears his throat. “Alright. Damn it, Sienna.”

Sienna squeezes my hand. “You wanted honesty, and you got it. They don’t have choice. I mean you saw what happened when they were trying to figure it out. They couldn’t stop fighting.”

He scrubs a hand over his face, looking at us both. “That’s what you two were fighting over? Who gets to fuck my daughter, and now you decide she can have both of you?”

Shit, Coach’s face is burning red. He stands, sending the chair behind him flying. Then he grabs the other one and flies it across the room.

Me and Caleb stand, wondering if we’re next. But Sienna shakes her head at us as her dad storms out of the room.

She says, “I’ll handle it. Eat your food. All of it. I’ll be back.”

“Dad,” Sienna says, chasing after him.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“No shit,” Caleb says. “I tried telling her it was a bad idea, but she’s so fucking stubborn.”

I take a bite of food. “If my daughter’s fucking two guys at one time, I’m killing them.”

Caleb barks a laugh at the thought.

We finish our food by the time they walk back in the room. I watch the dread on Coach’s face as he storms back in. He looks like he aged ten years.

He picks up the chairs he threw and then stands, gripping the edge of one. “Either of you do anything to hurt my daughter, and I swear to God—”

“We won’t,” I cut in, my voice firm.

Caleb nods. “Not a chance, Coach.”

Coach exhales through his nose, then leans back. “You’re coming through the front door from now on. No more sneaking around.”

I smirk, meeting Sienna’s gaze.

“She’s not allowed to go to any of that Brotherhood shit, though. You hear me?”

Caleb and I both nod. “Yeah,” I say.

Coach studies us for another long moment, then lets out a slow breath. “Good. Now—” He glances at Caleb, sitting back down at the table. “There’s a scout coming to our next game. NHL.”

Caleb’s grin widens. “Oh shit?”

“Yeah,” Coach confirms. “So, you two better be sharp. No distractions.”

I nod. “Got it.”

Coach eats a few bites but doesn’t have an appetite. He stands, taking his plate with him to the sink.

For a moment, none of us speak. Then, Caleb leans back in his chair, grinning.

“So,” he drawls, turning to Sienna. “Does this mean you’re officially our girlfriend?”

She tilts her head. “I mean, I made it official with E, but yeah.”

His grin widens. “You two need to include me in on these conversations. I just mean we got your dad’s approval, so who the fuck cares about what anyone else has to say.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, you have a point.”

Caleb nods, looking absurdly pleased with himself. “Good.”

Then, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “So, since we’re all official and shit… you wanna go on a date?”

Sienna blinks. “Like… a real date?”

Caleb smirks. “Yeah, bunny. A real date. No Reaper bullshit. No sneaking around. Just you and me and whatever the hell you wanna do.”

She bites her lip, looking between us. “What about Eli?”

“I’m coming with,” I say, glancing at Caleb. He’s already trying to leave me out. “We can share.”

She blushes. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Caleb leans in, kissing her softly. I follow, pressing my lips to her temple.

It’s quiet for a second.

Then, Sienna exhales. “Holy shit.”

Caleb grins. “What?”

She laughs. “I have two boyfriends.”

I smirk. “Yeah, baby. You do.”

Caleb hums. “And now we get to spoil you.”

Sienna shakes her head, but I can see the way her eyes soften, the way her body relaxes between us.

She’s ours.

Mr. Coleman’s voice is steady over the phone, but the weight of his words sinks deep into my chest.

“Your father has been granted an appeal hearing.”

I exhale slowly, gripping the bridge of my nose. “Thank you.”

“I’ll keep you updated,” he says. “We’ll need to prepare.”

“Understood.”

I end the call just as I hear the low rumble of Caleb’s bike pulling up outside the restaurant.

The moment he spots me, he kills the engine, swinging his leg over with that effortless ease he has about him. He removes his helmet, running a hand through his hair as he approaches.

“Hey,” he says, stuffing his keys in his pocket.

“Hey,” I nod.

His gaze flicks toward the entrance. “She here?”

“She’s on her way.”

Caleb smirks. “Perfect.”

Then, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small velvet box. “Got something for her.”

I glance down as he flips it open, revealing two sleek Cartier bracelets—one in white gold, the other in rose gold. They’re understated but expensive, something that would look perfect wrapped around her wrist.

I let out a low whistle. “Damn. You’re really going for it, huh?”

Caleb smirks. “Gotta keep our girl spoiled.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Funny. I might’ve had the same idea.”

His brow lifts. “Yeah? What’d you get her?”

I just smirk, but before I can answer, headlights sweep across the front of the restaurant. A sleek black car pulls up, and the moment the door opens, everything else fades.

Sienna steps out, and fuck, she’s beautiful.

She’s wearing a fitted black satin dress that hugs every curve, the thin straps showing off the smooth line of her shoulders.

Her lips are painted deep red, her dark hair falling in loose waves over one shoulder.

She looks effortlessly elegant, but there’s something else, too.

Something in the way she moves, in the way she smiles when she sees us.

Confident. Owned. Ours.

Caleb lets out a low breath. “Jesus.”

She walks toward us, her heels clicking softly against the pavement, and when she reaches us, she’s all warmth, all soft curves and familiar scent as she wraps her arms around me first, then Caleb.

“You guys look good,” she murmurs against my chest.

Caleb chuckles. “Not as good as you, baby.”

She pulls back, grinning. “Ready?”

I nod, pressing a hand to the small of her back. “Let’s go.”

The terrace of the restaurant overlooks the city skyline, the glow of lights stretching into the distance. It’s quiet, intimate, the perfect place to spoil her.

As we settle into our seats, I turn to her. “How’s your classes going?”

She exhales, taking a sip of her wine. “Pretty well. Just have to finalize a few things for a big assignment, but I should be done soon.”

“Good,” I murmur. “You’ve been working hard.”

Caleb smirks. “Which is why we got you something.”

Sienna blinks, surprised, as he pulls out the velvet box. He flips it open, revealing the bracelets.

Her lips part slightly. “Caleb…”

“Do you like them?” he asks, watching her closely.

She nods, touching them gently, her eyes soft. “They’re beautiful.”

Caleb grins.

I lean in slightly. “I got you something, too.”

She turns to me, curiosity flickering in her gaze.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a small, discreet vibrator—sleek, soft pink, designed to sit perfectly against her clit. “This,” I murmur, “clips onto your panties.”

Her breath catches.

I watch the way her pupils dilate, the way her thighs press together.

“You up for some fun, princess?” I ask, my voice low.

She exhales shakily, nodding.

I smirk. “Go to the bathroom and put it on.”

She swallows, glancing between us, then quietly stands, slipping away toward the restroom.

Caleb watches her go, then huffs a quiet laugh. “You’re a genius.”

I just smirk. “She’ll be begging for both our dicks by the end of the night.”

When she returns, she’s a little flushed, her breathing just a touch uneven as she settles back into her seat.

I drag my fingers over my phone screen, pressing the app that controls the toy.

The second the vibration starts, she stiffens, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

Caleb chuckles under his breath, sipping his drink.

“You good, baby?” I murmur.

She swallows hard. “Yes.”

We order the five-course meal, and as soon as the waiter steps away, Caleb taps his phone.

Sienna’s breath hitches.

Her lashes flutter, her thighs clenching beneath the table.

This is pure fucking gold. I am a genius.

Caleb leans in slightly, smirking. “Something wrong, bunny?”

She glares at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. Just want.

I watch her, fascinated.

She’s already squirming, her body betraying her, heat flushing across her skin.

But she can’t break.

Not yet.

I press the button, increasing the intensity just to see if she’ll start screaming right here, right now.

She inhales sharply, her nails digging into her palm.

Caleb and I exchange a glance. We know exactly what we’re doing.

Through the appetizer, the first course, the second—we edge her, pushing her higher and higher, never giving her enough to tip her over.

By the time the third course arrives, she’s trembling.

Her breathing is shallow, her fingers gripping her napkin so tightly her knuckles are white.

She looks wrecked.

And absolutely stunning.

I lean in, my voice a whisper. “You doing okay, baby?”

She swallows, her lashes lowering. “I—” Her voice is barely a breath. “I can’t…”

I press a kiss to her temple. “You can.”

Caleb smirks. “We’ll make it worth it.”

She whimpers.

We push her further, teasing, tormenting, keeping her just on the edge but never letting her fall.

When the final course is set in front of us, I brush my fingers over her thigh.

“You just wait,” I whisper. “And after dinner, you can have as many orgasms as you want on our dicks.”

Her breath shudders.

Caleb chuckles. “Deal?”

She nods frantically, her entire body wound tight, every nerve stretched to its limit.

Caleb smirks. “Good little bunny.”

She doesn’t know it yet—

But she’s in for a long night.