Chapter 10
Faye
My heartbeat finally slowed as Jase and Dylan lay beside me. For a while, none of us moved. The only sounds were the faint thump of music drifting in from the reception tent and the soft, uneven breathing of the two men who had just given me another fantastic night.
Being with the two of them was indescribable. I’d spent the last year wondering whether I’d somehow built up that one night together into something more than it was. But the chemistry between us was undeniable, and tonight it’d felt even stronger.
Jase let out a low groan and pushed himself upright. “We should probably head back to the festivities.”
Dylan snorted. “You’re assuming we can stand.”
I laughed and shoved Dylan’s shoulder. “Both of you get dressed before someone does a headcount and realizes we disappeared at the same time.”
“We were careful,” Dylan said, rolling off the bed.
Jase laughed. “Dude, you looked like a cartoon villain trying to sneak away from a crime scene.”
“Great,” I mumbled.
God, they were ridiculous. Ridiculous, sweet, and criminally good-looking.
I watched them move around the room, picking up their clothes.
Once they looked somewhat put together, Jase stepped in and brushed a kiss against my cheek. “You good?”
“More than good,” I replied softly.
Dylan’s eyes warmed as he looked at me, and he leaned in for a kiss too. “Don’t really want to do a hit-and-run, but Tyler’s likely to send out a search party if he realizes we’re missing.”
I nodded. “Go. I’ll wait a few minutes so it’s not obvious we were together.”
They slipped out quietly, closing the door behind them. I headed to my bathroom to freshen up. After brushing my teeth, I reapplied my lipstick, fixed my hair, and slipped back into my dress. It was slightly wrinkled from being crumpled on the floor, but I hoped no one would notice.
Deciding enough time had passed, I left my room.
I barely made it down the back staircase when Morgan nearly collided with me.
“Oh my God,” she whisper-shouted, grabbing my arm and dragging me into a small alcove. “Where have you been? Did you—” Her eyes widened. “You did!”
I blinked innocently. “Did what?”
“Don’t play that shit with me. You disappeared right after the cake. Then Dylan and Jase were missing. You look like you’ve been up to something.” She glanced down at my dress. “So I’m either hallucinating, or you got down and dirty with two baseball players. Again!”
I bit my lip. “You might not be hallucinating.”
She playfully slapped my arm. “Tell me everything immediately.”
Before I could answer, footsteps echoed down the hall.
Morgan stiffened as she looked over my shoulder, and a second later, Callum Whitmore appeared beside me, his beady stare sending shivers down my spine, and not in a good way like the ones I’d experienced earlier.
“There you are,” he said smoothly, his gaze shifting to Morgan briefly, then returning to me. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”
I forced a fake, polite smile. “For me?”
“Of course, for you,” he replied. “You slipped away from the reception before we could dance together.”
“I just needed a moment.”
“To yourself or with someone?” His voice took on a hard edge.
“She was with me. Not that it’s any of your business,” Morgan snapped.
Callum barely acknowledged her, his attention fixed on me. “Well, don’t be gone too long. People are asking where you are.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said tightly.
He lingered for a few more seconds, then nodded and walked away.
Morgan exhaled. “That guy is obsessed with you.”
I didn’t disagree. “He gives me the creeps.”
“Don’t think about that.” Her smile returned. “I need all the deets on what went down with Jase and Dylan.”
“I’m not giving you a play-by-play right now,” I hissed, peeking into the hallway for agents.
She grinned. “At least tell me if it was good.”
I gave her a flat stare. “Really?”
She chuckled. “Okay, that was stupid. It was obviously good. But”—she tugged me closer—“what does this mean for the three of you? Are you guys going to see each other again?”
I exhaled slowly. “I don’t know.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t have an answer,” I shot back. “They currently live in Florida, and they’re about to start their first season of pro ball.
” I wasn’t delusional. A couple of twenty-two-year-old professional athletes would have women throwing themselves at them every night.
Why would they tie themselves to me? “Even if that weren’t the case, I can’t just date two guys at the same time. ”
“Why not?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You know why.”
She knew damn well I did everything in my power to avoid scandals.
“Maybe you could date in secret. Fallon and Rhett did that for a while.”
That was true. My brother and his husband had managed to keep their relationship under wraps for months. However, it was probably easier because Rhett was one of his agents. No one ever questioned why they spent so much time together.
“Let’s say we could do that. There’s still the small detail that it’s two guys. That doesn’t work in real life, does it?”
She shrugged. “There’s a rumor about those two Bruins players, Butcher and Sexton, that they’re supposedly in a throuple with some girl.”
I groaned. “That’s just tabloid bullshit.”
“Is it, though?” Morgan pressed. “You and I know that a lot of the time there is at least a little truth to the gossip.”
“Fallon was in the same fraternity as someone married to a Bruins player,” I admitted. “He’s never said anything.”
Then again, Fallon wouldn’t out someone’s relationship if they were trying to keep it quiet, and I’d seen pictures of those two players with a woman. They were definitely giving off relationship vibes.
“Nevertheless, polyamory does exist,” Morgan argued. “People do this. Couples do this. Trios do this. It’s not as impossible as you think it is.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Even if it were … possible … none of those people are the president’s daughter. Besides, I don’t even know what I feel yet.”
Did we just have something physical, or was there more to it?
“Do you like them?” she asked softly.
I swallowed. “Yeah, of course.”
“Both of them?”
I nodded. “But I can’t plan anything long-term based solely on that, and they haven’t even mentioned wanting more.”
“No one said you had to have it all figured out tonight. Just don’t rule out the possibility if they’re interested.” She linked her arm with mine. “And if there’s another hookup, I’ll be here, waiting for all the details.”
I burst into laughter. “Of course you will.”
“Now, come on. Let’s get you back to the reception. Your parents are probably wondering where you are.”
I pressed a hand to my stomach, where nerves and excitement curled together.
I had no idea what would happen next, but one thing was clear. If I got another chance to see Jase and Dylan, I knew exactly what I would say.