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Em cried out Bash’s name and he groaned, spilling himself into her as she grasped both of us and rode out her orgasm.
The three of us held each other for a minute, catching our breaths as the relief we could only find in each other settled into our bones.
An alarm went off on my phone, completely ruining the moment.
I jumped up, scrambling to shut it off, and saw the time. “Shit. We need to hurry.”
Bardot threw us each a towel and scrubbed himself clean, grumbling under his breath. “Who the hell planned a charity event the day before the last match?”
Chapter Eleven
Sebastian
“Do the three of you live together?”
Mac flashed the reporter his most charming smile, and my heart tightened. He was primed with his best PR face, but the question was overstepping, and I could see the strain he was fighting as he kept his composure.
“Yes. But what we’re really here for—the new hockey clinic is going to serve the community—”
“And do you all share a bedroom?” The reporter sidestepped Mac’s comment about the actual reason we were out tonight and turned to Emily. “You must be incredible to score such hot men. Can we get a few words about what it’s like?”
Em was a deer in headlights in front of the bright light radiating from the camera. Mac’s face fell, and he put his arm around her, shielding her from the reporter.
“Like I was saying, the new hockey clinic—”
As the team’s chef, I didn’t need to be at this event. But as the fiancé of the team’s best player—which was just a fact, not that I was biased—and the fiancé of the team’s social media manager, I couldn’t have stayed home.
It had been really important to Em that the three of us show up as a united front and, as much as I hated all the spotlight on us, I was glad I hadn’t stayed home and thrown her to the wolves.
I shared a look with Mac over Em’s head and nodded. He passed her to me, still shielding her from the camera, and I guided her through the small crowd and over to our table.
“I didn’t mean to freeze like that.” She scowled and picked at the sequins on her clutch purse.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I should have an answer queued up.”
“No. They shouldn’t have asked that.” I pulled out a chair for Em and took the seat next to her. “We’re here for the new hockey clinic announcement, not an interrogation about our relationship.”
“Still—”
“Still, nothing. She overstepped.”
Em frowned and played with the napkin at the edge of her spot. “Is it over now?”
My stomach knotted, and I waited for her to say more, but she didn’t. “Is what over?”
“Our privacy. Or this little bubble of apathy we’ve been stuck in. I thought people didn’t care, but maybe they just didn’t actually see it until now.”
“I’m sure the Evergreens making it to the finals hasn’t helped—”
Her face fell, and I put my hand on her knee. “But it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Maybe the extra attention will be good?”
She glanced up, an incredulous look as she raised her brows. “You don’t believe that.”
“No. No, I don’t.”
Julie walked up and took a seat across from us, ending our conversation. She was a big supporter of our relationship, but would she still be if the media hounded us and turned it into a shit show for our PR team?
