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Chapter 34

Ginny

R acing out of the rink I make a beeline straight to my car and jump in. I toss my bag and phone onto the passenger seat. I can hear it ringing, but I refuse to answer it. There’s nothing left for me to say. My dad saw how Antony was talking to me, the grip he had on me. Yet, he was more concerned with believing what Antony said.

Yeah, it’s true. Well, in a way. I’m not whoring myself out to his team, but I am in love with three of his players. And they love me.

My dad can accept it or he can fuck the hell off. It’s time he put me first for a change.

The moment I step onto the porch at Chase and Carter’s place, my body finally gives in to the weight of everything. My hands tremble as I clutch the straps of my bag in one hand and my phone in the other. When I pulled behind their truck and parked, I turned off my phone, ignoring the texts and missed calls from my dad.

Lifting my fist, I knock.

I shift back and forth, waiting anxiously for them to answer the door. My heart pounds so hard that I can feel it in my throat, and the cold air bites at my skin, though it’s nothing compared to the ice running through my veins after everything that’s happened.

I don’t know how I made it here. I barely remember getting in my car, my vision blurred with unshed tears, my breaths shallow and ragged as I fought my hardest not to cry. But now, standing in front of the door that holds the only people who truly make me feel safe, I have to summon the last bit of strength I have left.

I hear the laughter and the thud of footsteps getting louder the closer to me the person gets. The door swings open and Carter’s smiling face locks on me, his dark green eyes scanning my face, instantly picking up that something’s wrong. And I lose it. The tears break free.

"Shit, Ginny," he breathes, stepping aside to let me in. "What happened?"

I open my mouth, but the words won’t come. Before I can even think of how to explain, I feel myself being pulled into his strong embrace. His arms wrap around me tightly, holding me together when all I want to do is fall apart.

Blake and Chase are there in seconds. Carter hands me over to them and their warmth surrounds me, their touches grounding me. Blake’s hand cups the back of my head as he murmurs softly, "You’re safe, Little One. Whatever it is, we’ve got you."

I take a shaky breath and force myself to speak. "It’s Antony. And my dad." My voice cracking with each word. "They—they cornered me at the rink. Antony—he—" My breath stutters, and I shake my head, trying to get the words out.

“Shh,” Chase hushes me, “Let’s sit down, and then you can tell us the rest. Carter, get her some water.”

“On it,” he replies before rushing away. Chase holds me steady, while Blake takes my bag from me and they both guide me over to the couch, lowering me down on the cushion as they take a seat on either side of me.

“Here you go, Pixie.” Carter hands me the glass of water, then kneels in front of me, placing his hands on my knees, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"Antony grabbed my wrist. He wouldn’t let go. Not even when I asked, or when I demanded that he do. He was saying all these disgusting things, accusing me of—of sleeping around with the team. The entire team."

Chase tenses beside me, his entire body going rigid. "That son of a bitch," he growls.

Blake’s jaw clenches. "He touched you?" His voice is dangerously low.

I nod, my hands gripping Carter’s hands on my knees like it’s the only thing tethering me to this moment. "My dad showed up. He heard everything, but instead of backing me up, he—he actually hesitated, like he might believe Antony. Like he thought there was a chance I’d do what he was accusing me of." My voice breaks on the last word, the betrayal cutting deep.

A strangled sound escapes Carter, like he’s barely holding back his rage. "And then?"

"I told them both I was done," I whisper. "I ran away. From skating. From my dad. From everything. I want to be with the three of you."

Silence settles over the room, thick and heavy. Carter reaches up, cupping my cheek as he wipes away the tears.

"You’re not alone in this," he says firmly.

Blake presses a kiss to my temple. "You have us."

Chase nudges his shoulder against mine. "Always."

The last of my resolve crumbles, and I let them comfort me, their arms wrapping around me as exhaustion takes over.

I don’t fight it.

I let myself drift off, surrounded by the only love that has ever felt real.

As the day draws on, I decide to leave my phone off. I know I need to talk to my father, but I’m not ready. Not yet.

This whole thing has become a shit show, and now the guys are firmly planted in my drama with my dad and Antony, front and center.

They told me not to worry about that. That they’d handle my dad, but I don’t want them to do it alone.

“Come on, Babydoll, time for bed.” Chase takes hold of my hand, giving Carter a knowing nod.

“I need a goodnight kiss first,” Carter blurts as he jumps up from the couch, pulling me from Chase’s hold and kissing me deeply. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispers as he pulls away from me.

“Thank you,” I whisper back, then add, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Pixie.”

Chase takes hold of my hand, leading me up the stairs as Blake falls in step behind us. My heart races in anticipation of what this may be and excitement takes over.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the room as he leads me over to the bed and sits me down. Blake enters the room, shutting the door behind him. My body feels heavy as I wait for what’s about to happen.

"We need to talk about something," Chase says, his fingers brushing along my arms. His touch is gentle, reassuring.

I glance up at him, then over at Blake, who gives me a small smile. "We’ve been talking, and we don’t want to hold back anymore," Blake says.

I shift my gaze back over to Chase, and he nods. "We want this, Ginny. The three of us. Completely."

My breath catches. The last lingering doubt I’d been holding on to dissolves at their words. "You mean it? But I thought you wanted to wait, you know, until the two of you took the next step.” I know they have, but I didn’t know if Carter told them he told me. It’s a private moment for them and I don’t want them to feel as if we were gossiping about them.

Blake leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips before whispering, "We have, but you know that already, don’t you, Little One?"

I can feel my face heating up at being caught.

“I love it when you blush, Babydoll. It makes my fucking cock hard.” I can’t help but press my thighs together at Chase’s words, as the ache builds in my core.

Blake tilts my chin up, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "We love you, Gin."

Emotion swells in my chest, and before I can overthink it, I lean forward, capturing Blake’s lips in a deep, desperate kiss. He responds instantly, his arms wrapping around me as he pulls me closer.

Blake’s hands trail down my sides, his lips grazing my shoulder before he presses a kiss there, his breath warm against my skin. "You’re beautiful," he murmurs.

Turning toward Chase, I see he’s watching us, his green eyes hooded with desire, lips parted, his chest breathing heavy.

A shiver runs down my spine.

Blake’s hand moves to the nape of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair as he pulls me back toward him, capturing my mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, more claiming. My body melts into his solid frame. Chase shifts beside us, his warm fingers tracing up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The sensation of both of them touching me at once sends a wave of heat straight through me.

“God, you’re sexy,” Chase murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below my ear.

I gasp, my fingers tightening in Blake’s shirt. His lips curve into a knowing smile as his hands move to my waist, guiding me onto his lap. Straddling him, I can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it only fuels the fire building between us.

Chase’s hands slide down my back, his fingertips teasing the hem of my shirt as he moves to stand behind me and lifts it slowly, giving me time to stop him if I want to.

But I don’t. I want this. I want them.

I lift my arms, allowing Chase to pull the fabric away. He fumbles with my bra before unhooking it, and slides it off my arms, leaving me bare from the waist up. Blake’s hands skim up my sides, his thumbs brushing the curve of my breasts as Chase presses soft kisses down the back of my neck, sending shivers coursing through me.

I reach for Blake’s shirt, eager to even the playing field, and he lets me tug it over his head, revealing the hard lines of his chest, his muscles flexing under my touch. I glance over my shoulder, watching as Chase follows suit, stripping off his own shirt before pulling me toward him. Our lips collide, a slow but heated dance, tongues tangling, tasting, learning. Blake’s lips press against my shoulder as his hands skim lower, teasing the waistband of my leggings.

“Stand up,” he orders, and I comply. I’ve barely stood when he begins easing the leggings down my hips, along with my panties.

I help them undress, stripping away the last barriers between us until there’s nothing left but heat and skin and the sheer need pulsing between us.

I lie back against the pillows, my body trembling with anticipation as they hover over me. Chase kisses down my stomach, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, while Blake captures my lips again, his fingers tangling with mine.

Chase continues kissing me lower, his body moving between my legs as his lips meet my mound. He uses his hand to spread my lips, putting my pussy on full display for him as he swirls his tongue around my clit. Blake breaks our kiss as he lowers his head to my breast, flicking his tongue across my pebbled nipple. I arch my back upward, pressing my body into them. Chase slips a finger into my hole, pumping it in and out, curling the tip of his finger, hitting my G-spot with each outward motion.

It’s so much happening at once and heaviness builds low in my stomach as my body comes alive and my orgasm takes over. Chase doesn’t stop, but continues to assault my body, pushing further. I press my legs together, pressing them into his body as his laugh vibrates against my clit.

“I think she likes that, Chase,” Blake’s husky voice tells me.

My orgasm passes, and my legs fall to the side, releasing Chase from their hold. I open my eyes, peering up at him, seeing my juices glistening on his face. Blake sits up, moving closer toward Chase and takes his mouth with his, tasting me on his lips.

“Ready for more?” Blake asks. I nod, but that doesn’t make him happy. “No, Little One, I need words. I need to know whose cock you want in your pussy and who’s gonna get those pouty lips.”

My eyes shift between them, unable to make a choice. “Surprise me,” I finally say.

They both laugh, then lock eyes as if they’re having a mental conversation.

“On your knees, Little One. You’re going to suck Chase dry while I fuck you.”

I quickly move into position, surrendering completely to them, to the love in their eyes, to the way their hands and lips explore every inch of me, worshipping me the way I’ve always craved. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing—just pure, unfiltered passion as we move together, completely in sync, bound by something far deeper than just physical desire.