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“The best compliment,” she said, winking as she grabbed the doorknob. “Get some sleep. The three of you look exhausted.” She stopped and studied Mac. “I take that back. Two of you look exhausted.”

“I’m running on fumes,” Mac said, laughing. “As soon as my head hits the pillow, lights out for me.”

I frowned, and he smoothed my forehead with his thumb. A move that did absolutely nothing to cool me down.

We watched Roxie get into her car and waved until she turned onto the next street.

As soon as the door shut behind us, I grasped Mac’s hand and leaned against Bash. “I have needs.”

“Shamelessly asking for dick?” Mac grinned.

“Yes.” I yawned. “We need to make it quick, though.”

Bash matched my yawn, his eyes watering. He scrubbed his face with his palm and shook his head. “I think we need sleep.”

“I need both of you,” Mac said, the ache in his voice ripping through my chest.

“She can’t keep her eyes open and you need to get as much rest as you can.” Bash’s stern voice reverberated through me and I clutched his shirt.

“Please?”

“Em—” He hesitated, and I knew I found a weak spot.

I slid my hand up his shirt, feeling his hot, hard abs. His muscles tightened at my touch and I skimmed upwards, finding the firm peak of his nipple.

He moaned and leaned closer. Mac closed in on his other side and slipped his hand up to mine. Bash closed his eyes and leaned against the doorframe.

And I thought we had him.

I pressed my legs together, doing my best to relieve the ache. Mac watched me, his eyes hungry. He shifted, moving his hand, but he only made it to the hem of my shirt before Bash’s eyes flew open.

“You two need to go to sleep.” The firmness in his voice left no room for argument, but I had to push.

“No. I can stay awa—” A yawn tore through me, stealing my words.

Bash kissed the top of my head and warmth flooded my face, gluing my eyes shut tight.

“Maybe we’ll wake up early. I’ll ravage both of you before you’ve even had breakfast,” Mac promised.

But we didn’t.

I slept through my alarm and woke up to Mac kissing me. “I’ve got to get to the arena. See you when you get there. I love you, Pink.”

I reached for him, but he was gone by the time I sat up.

Chapter Four

Mac

Game day.

Despite missing my morning coffee, I was buzzing. There was a lot riding on this game for me. Winning it meant we tied things up and would make it to the last game of the finals. Losing meant the Yetis would win and my future with the Evergreens would be up in the air.

No one had talked to me about a contract extension yet. I was trying my best to be patient—not my strong suit.

And it had been criminally too long since I had been with Em or Bardot. We slept in the same bed, but with all the hiccups in our wedding planning, the insane schedule I was currently on, Bardot’s schedule that fell a little earlier than mine because of food prep, and plain old exhaustion, we were lucky to kiss goodbye every morning and goodnight every night before we passed out.

Last night should have been the perfect time to reconnect and lose ourselves in each other, and dammit, I had really been looking forward to it. But as I walked in the door, the phone rang. When Em’s face had fallen two seconds into the conversation, I knew it was about the wedding.

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