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I groaned. “You’re killin’ me. Both of you.”

“I’m just getting comfortable, out of these restrictive clothes. You know, so I can climb into your bed,” he taunted. He leaned in and nuzzled my jaw before murmuring, “Slip onto those sheets that smell like you, and rub every inch of my naked body on them.”

I whimpered. Flat out whimpered at the thought of him doing just that. There was nothing I wanted more than to see these two making love in my bed. But the team doctor had given Chris strict orders—plenty of rest and nothing that would hurt his ribs, including sex, until he was cleared.

“You should lie down with us, Locke,” Kam invited, drawing the soft charcoal comforter down. She peeled off her camisole, exposing her pert little breasts, and inched her pants down to reveal a lacy thong. My mouth was as dry as the Simpson Desert.

She was so fucking sexy.

I was about to go off like a geyser just looking at the way that strip of lace plunged between the cheeks of her gorgeous arse.

“If I get in there, I’ll be coming all over myself in thirty seconds flat.”

“Do it,” Chris challenged. “I need to watch you.”

There was nothing in the world that could have stopped me from fulfilling that need for him.

***

We’d been wrapped up in one another for a week, lazing about, getting to know one another and just spending time together. We were doing simplethings—cooking and eating dinner together, taking short walks down the beach, watching movies and playingMonopoly, of all things. I’d introduced Chris and Kam to my family over video chat—no surprises that they loved them and started planning another visit so they could meet face to face—and the guys from the team had checked in on Chris daily, but other than that, we’d avoided other people entirely.

Chris was improving quickly. His pain was fading fast. I was ecstatic for him—the last thing I wanted was for him to be hurting—but I knew it meant that the bubble we were living in was going to pop, and fast. I wasn’t ready to let them go yet. I was greedy; I wanted more time with them.

Aside from that first evening together, where Chris and Kam watched me come all over my hand, we’d followed the doctor’s orders to a T. No doing anything that might delay Chris’s recovery—which meant no sex—and it was killing me. I wanted to devour them, to touch and taste every inch of their delectable bodies. Kam and I could have, but by an unspoken agreement, we’d decided to wait. We both wanted Chris with us.

Thank fuck he was seeing the doctor today. I just hoped he was given clearance to do something.

Anything.

Having them so close and being unable to touch them was beyond torture. My dick was on a hair trigger, and I was popping wood like a fucking teenager. So was Chris, and Kam wasn’t faring too well either. But doing anything beyond lazy kisses had been too painful for Chris. Until now.

The one good thing to have come out of it was that all the waiting around had given us plenty of time to speak about what we wanted our relationship to look like. All three of us were ready to take the next step, and we’d agreed that getting tested was it. We had the results. Now itwas up to the team doctor to give Chris the all-clear. He was at least a week away from being able to start light training again, but sex wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

I wove through the streets of suburban San Diego to the training rink, where the team doctor’s offices were located, and parked outside the back entrance.

“Chris just messaged me to say he’ll be another minute or two. He’s just leaving the locker room,” Kam said, then slid her hand into mine while we waited.

“Think he’s been given the green light?” I asked, almost scared to know the answer.

“I really hope so,” Kam groaned. “This is torture.”

“God, yes,” I agreed. “He’s going to want to dive in head-first, though, and he’ll set himself back if he does that.”

Kam hummed her agreement. We watched as the door opened and Chris strode through. Kam eased out of the front, then slipped into the back seat so Chris could recline next to me. My car wasn’t the easiest for Chris to get in and out of, but he’d insisted.

Chris sighed happily as he settled in, taking his time to close the door and do up his seat belt.

“How’d it go, boy?” I asked when I couldn’t wait a second longer to know. My voice was like gravel, dick as hard as nails in anticipation.

Chris’s breath hitched and he reached down and adjusted his semi. I bit my tongue to stop the curse from falling from my lips and flicked my gaze to the rearview mirror. Kam was just as affected as me, her cheeks flushed and her lips shiny from where she licked them. Chris was a damn tease, and he knew it.

“All clear, provided you take it easy on me.” He huffed. “As if I’m gonna let you do that,” he muttered.

I turned in my seat and gently grasped his chin, then pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “Damn right you’ll let us do it. You’re ours to look after, boy, and neither of us will risk you making your injuries worse.” I kissed him again, this time lashing my tongue against his until I was dizzy with lust and starved of oxygen. “But don’t think for a second that means you won’t be shouting our names when you come harder than you have before.”

Kam cleared her throat and rasped, “What he said.”

I tilted my lips up in a smug smirk and tore out of the parking lot. We had a trip back to LA to make before I could get my hands on them, and it couldn’t come soon enough.