Page 31 of The Forever Vault

His lips pressed against mine again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his enthusiasm. It was only another two weeks until we’d be asleep in the same bed again every night. I could handle it.

“Love you.”

“Love you more. Text me when you get back.”

“Likewise, handsome.” Luke turned, jogged to the Uber, and he was gone.

I walked over to Colton and Zeph. “Well, that was fun!”

“Oh yeah.” Colton turned his head towards Zeph and added, “Though you better cork your pistol, mister.”

“What did I do?”

“Miles needs to be hosed down after all the drool you were slingin’ at him.”

“I don’t know, Colton. I think Miles was the one drooling, Zeph’s head was just getting bigger.”

Colton lunged forward, grabbing a handful through Zeph’s shorts. “It better just be this head,” Colton warned, stabbing Zeph in the temple with a finger. “I’ve avoided that sexy-ass tight end on your team out of respect for you. You need to do the same. We don’t fuck teammates.”

“Well, we don’t, but Cam sure does.”

“That joke never gets old. You know that?” They both lost their shit. They always did.

One of them said it every time I was a witness to this particular discussion. It happened frequently enough for me to get sick of the joke, but not frequently enough that it was a problem for them. Gymnasts and football players were pretty much off limits. Coaches, cheerleaders, fans, apparently porn actors, and whoever else was willing to get railroaded by two hung athletes, were on the table.

And in their bed.

And on the floor.

Against the hood.

It was something I could never do. I wouldn’t want to share Luke. And I knew he was pretty possessive of me too. But it worked for them and they seemed happy.

“Plans for the rest of the night, Cam?”

“Nope. How about you?”

“Fancy a swim?”

“Are you guys just hoping you’ll find another Corbin Fisher hunk in the pool?”

“Maybe,” Zeph added.

“Come on,” Colton pleaded. “You make a good wingman.” He tickled my stomach. They didn’t have to twist my arm. After all, looking wasn’t off limits.

“I’ll wrangle up a speedo.”

* * *

“So, how’s the pregnancy been?”

Erika waved her hand. “That’s been fine. It’s all the fuss about me being pregnant that’s been annoying. It’s sweet, really, I suppose, but now that my parents are here helping,” adding air quotes, “we’ve just been one big happy family.”

We were sitting outside, under the shade of a patio umbrella by the pool in the backyard of her and Isaak’s Palo Alto mini mansion. If you could really call it a yard. Luke and I made the mistake of looking it up on Zillow once. Isaak had done really well for himself. I mean, gymnastics certainly didn’t afford Erika this kind of lifestyle.

“At least they have Austin at the Olympics to entertain them?”

“Oh that? Yeah, I’ve already heard how I should have timed my pregnancy better.”