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Chapter 30

Ginny

T he night air is crisp as I step out of the car and make my way up the familiar walkway to Chase’s house. My heart is hammering against my ribs, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing. This is it—our first night alone together since reconnecting. No Carter hovering, no distractions, no interruptions. Just us .

I finally get to have Chase and Blake all to myself. Our chance to reconnect. To move our relationship forward and build it back to what it was.

For the first time in what feels like forever—but really has only been three days—I’m free from my father’s scrutinizing eyes and Antony’s suffocating presence. If Antony had his way, I’d be locked away in my bedroom, only allowed out for training, eating, or to piss and shit. He’s already working his manipulations, planting seeds of doubt in my father’s mind, whispering how I need more discipline, less distractions. No friends.

I shove the thought away.

Tonight isn’t about them.

Tonight is about this . Us. Blake, Chase and me.

I blow out a breath and knock on the door, barely able to contain the giddy energy thrumming through me. I hear footsteps—heavy and familiar. They get louder, closer, before the door swings open, revealing Chase.

His chestnut brown hair, normally neat, hanging in a mess—and I like it. His dimples are on full display as he grins down at me.

“Hey, Ginny.”

My stomach flips at the warmth in his voice.

“Hey,” I breathe, smiling back.

He reaches for my hand, threading his fingers through mine as he pulls me inside. The warmth of the house surrounds me instantly.

“Blake’s in the kitchen, getting everything ready,” Chase says, taking my coat and hanging it up in the closet. “We decided we’d make personal pizzas tonight. Each of us can make our favorite to share. Then we thought we’d watch House of Villains , keep things light and fun—especially after all the drama you’ve been dealing with at home.”

The tension in my shoulders eases at his words. These men are perfect.

“That sounds heavenly,” I say, and I mean it.

I follow him to the kitchen, my lips parting in amusement as soon as I spot Blake. He’s standing at the counter, rolling out dough, a mischievous smirk on his lips. But it’s not the smirk that gets me—it’s the apron.

Kiss the Chef.

A laugh bursts out of me. “Really, Blake?”

He winks. “What? It’s accurate.” Then a devilish glint flickers in his eyes. “You want to, don’t cha?”

Before I can respond, Chase moves up behind him, sliding his arms around Blake’s waist and pulls him close.

“I know I do,” Chase says, his voice husky and full of desire.

The moment their lips meet, my body goes still .

It’s a slow, intimate kiss—filled with an unspoken language only they understand. Chase’s fingers dig slightly into Blake’s sides, pulling him even closer, while Blake tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

Heat pools low in my stomach, my thighs pressing together on instinct.

Watching them is just as intoxicating as I remember.

Blake pulls back first, turning his gaze to me. “Hey, Little One.” His voice is deep, teasing. “Come here.”

I don’t hesitate.

Blake reaches out, cupping my chin between his fingers. His touch is firm but gentle, his dark eyes locked onto mine. Then, without looking away, he speaks.

“Kiss Chase.” He speaks firmly with an authoritative tone as he stares at me, leaving no room for argument.

A shiver runs down my spine.

I obey.

Chase’s lips are warm, soft against mine. His fingers trail down my sides, squeezing gently before pulling me closer. It's a heated kiss, sending sparks through my veins, making my head spin.

When I finally pull away, I have to catch my breath, my heart racing.

Blake’s voice is low, commanding. “Now me.”

I rise on my toes, pressing my lips to his without hesitation. His grip tightens slightly, his free hand settling on my hip, fingers pressing into the fabric of my sweater. The kiss is different from Chase’s—where Chase is softer, Blake is more intense, more possessive .

When we break apart, my skin is flushed, my pulse wild.

Blake smirks. “Alright,” he says, stepping back. “Let’s make some pizza before I get too distracted.”

I exhale a shaky laugh, accepting the apron Chase hands me. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

The three of us work together, rolling out dough, layering toppings, stealing bites of cheese when we think Blake isn’t looking. We talk—about hockey practice, about Antony, about anything and everything.

It feels easy . Natural .

It feels right .

By the time we’re curled up on the couch, pizzas demolished and the TV playing in the background, I feel lighter than I have in weeks.

Blake sits in the middle, Chase on one side, me on the other. I lean into him, resting my head against his shoulder, Chase’s fingers trailing absentmindedly up and down my arm that’s placed on Blake’s chest.

I let out a breath, building the courage to ask the what's been gnawing at the back of my mind.

“So… this. Us.” My voice is soft, hesitant. “This is still what you want?”

Both boys shift in their seats, their attention snapping to me, and I sit up, ready for the deep conversation to come.

“Of course,” Blake says immediately.

Chase frowns. “Why are you asking? Are you having doubts?”

My eyes widen. “No! No, I—” I shake my head quickly. “I just don’t want to mess anything up between you two. I love that you’re together, and I don’t want to cause any problems.”

Blake sighs, running a hand through my hair. “Ginny, there are no problems.”

I look at Chase for confirmation.

He nods. “None.”

Relief washes over me. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear it until now.

“Our issues are ours, Ginny. Not yours. I made a mistake, one I’ll live with for the rest of my life. But Chase found it in himself to forgive me. To let me work to earn his trust. It’s one of the reasons that I wanted our dates, our reconnection, to always be the three of us together.”

“I—” Chase places a finger over my lips and shakes his head.

“It’s also not just because of what Blake did. I had insecurities even in the beginning. Blake and my relationship was new when we met you and I feared that he wouldn’t want me when he could have you. It’s why we were always together with you. And now, well, it’s not so much an issue of being with you alone but rebuilding trust. Not just with me and Blake, but us with you.” Chase’s voice cracks as he speaks and I know this is hard for him, being so open about everything. “We want you. And we’ve talked about us in detail.”

“I wanted to make sure he was okay with there being an us. Because as much as I love you, Chase, I love Ginny…” My eyes go wide at Blake’s words. “And we do. I’ve been in love with Chase for as long as I can remember and I was willing to put my love for you to the side if Chase couldn’t handle the three of us together. I hope my honesty doesn’t make you hate me.”

I can’t speak. They love me. They both sit, waiting for me to answer, and all I can do is shake my head.

“I love the two of you, too,” I finally whisper. “I love the two of you so much I’d give up any chance of us being together as long as the two of you were.” I can feel the tears welling in my eyes.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we don’t have to give up then.” Blake’s voice brings a smile to my face.

Chase shifts, leaning forward across Blake’s legs and cups my face, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “Come here,” he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine.

I don’t hold back.

The kiss is slow, deep, sending warmth through every inch of me. Blake’s hand slides along my thigh, squeezing lightly, grounding me between them.

When I pull back from Chase, Blake’s mouth is already on mine, claiming me in a way that makes my entire body burn. It’s hot and demanding yet carries an underlying tenderness that always makes my head spin. His hand moves up my thigh, fingers skimming the soft skin just beneath the hem of my sweater, teasing but not taking it further. A shudder rolls through me at the touch, my body instinctively arching toward him.

Chase stands and moves to sit behind me, pressing his chest against my back, his arms wrapping around my waist. His lips trail along my jaw, to my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

It’s not rushed.

It’s not frantic.

It’s them . It’s us .

Chase presses closer from behind me, his strong arms tightening around my waist as his lips brush the sensitive spot just below my ear. The featherlight touch sends a cascade of shivers down my body, and my breath hitches when his mouth moves lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my neck.

“God, you smell good,” Chase murmurs, his voice husky against my skin.

Blake pulls back just enough to smirk at me, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “You do ,” he agrees, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. “Like vanilla and something dangerous .”

I let out a breathless laugh, though any attempt at playing it cool dies when Blake leans in again, this time trailing kisses along my jaw, down the column of my throat, mirroring Chase’s actions on the other side. Their lips—warm, teasing, so perfectly in sync—create a dizzying sensation that makes my pulse hammer wildly.

I’m caught between them, surrounded, every nerve ending tingling under their touch.

Blake’s lips leave my skin and he kisses Chase, pressing him closer to my body. I’m stuck in the middle of them, soaking up the heat radiating off their bodies.

Chase’s hands slide beneath the hem of my sweater, his palms warm against the bare skin of my stomach. His touch is slow, deliberate, fingertips tracing lazy circles just above my navel before drifting higher. My breath stutters when he reaches the underside of my ribs, stopping just short of anything more.

“Tease,” I whisper, tilting my head back slightly as they break apart, giving him better access as Blake takes the opening and trails more kisses along my neck.

He chuckles, the deep sound vibrating against my skin. “Patience, Baby Doll.”

Blake takes advantage of the way I’ve leaned back, his lips finding mine again, this time softer, slower, but no less consuming. His fingers brush up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before settling at the nape of my neck, holding me firmly in place as he deepens the kiss.

I feel everything at once—Chase behind me, his hands exploring, his lips sending sparks through my body, while Blake is in front of me, his mouth molding perfectly to mine, his touch grounding me.

I gasp when Chase’s teeth scrape against my collarbone, just enough pressure to send a bolt of heat through my veins, straight to my core. Blake smirks against my lips, his fingers flexing at my waist before he whispers, “You like that, don’t you, Little One?”

I nod, swallowing hard.

Chase hums, his mouth curving against my skin. “We’ll keep that in mind.”

The way he says it, the way they both say things like that—like this isn’t just some fleeting thing, like they plan to commit every little reaction of mine to memory—makes something inside me melt .

Blake pulls back just enough to look at me, his expression softer now, searching. “You okay?”

My chest tightens at the care in his voice.

I nod, reaching up to trace my fingers along his jaw. “I’m perfect.”

Chase presses one last lingering kiss to my shoulder before resting his chin there, his arms still wrapped snugly around me. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because we’re just getting started at rebuilding us. But let’s take a breather; we don’t want to go further than this. Not tonight anyway.”

I stiffen and sit back, both of them feel the change in my body language.

“No, wait. Shit, that didn’t come out right.” Chase groans.

“What he means is that I’ve talked to him about this. Chase and I have not taken the step toward a more intimate relationship. We’ve kissed, made out, but we haven’t had sex…made love yet. I told him until we do, I didn't want to cross that line with you. When the three of us connect again on that level, I want all three of us to be willing and participating, in all the ways.”

It’s not me. They just want to take that step first and I understand that completely.

“I feel the same way.” My voice comes out softly and they smile Both of them take one of my hands and we snuggle into each other.