Chapter 13 I’m Kind of Dating Them Both
THIRTEEN
I’m Kind of Dating Them Both
YANA
Soft morning light filters in through the cabin window.
For the first time in days, there’s no raging wind rattling the windows.
It’s as if the storm has finally moved on.
I should be sleeping, but I can’t. Not with Logan’s hand resting on my hip and Camden’s front tucked so tightly against my back.
I’m sore after last night, but in a satisfying kind of way.
I have zero regrets—only a strong desire to do it again.
If only we could stay here, in this little paradise, longer.
The roads should be cleared by now, and we all have to get back to reality, to practices, matches, games, and airports.
But as much as I want to stay tucked away like this, leaving here doesn’t feel like an ending. More like an ellipsis. That promise of “to be continued.”
I am theirs, just like they are mine. We established that yesterday. And I’m not letting them go.
Logan mumbles incoherently, his eyes still closed. I cup his cheek, brushing my thumb over his stubble, and he breaks into a beautiful smile.
“Morning,” he whispers as he cracks one eye open.
“Good morning.” I lean in and press my lips to his. “How did you sleep?”
“It was the best sleep of my life.” He winks, then goes rigid, stretching his body out along the mattress. “Though that’s not a surprise after the best night of my life.”
“You’re so cheesy.”
“And way too cheerful,” Camden grunts with a kiss on my shoulder.
I shift onto my back, and they both instantly tower over me, propping their heads on their knuckles.
Logan smiles affectionately, while Camden is wearing a scowl.
His eyes are sleepy and his hair is a mess, but when he flicks my nipple and his lips twitch slightly, I know he’s more awake than he’s letting on.
Logan smooths the wrinkle between my eyebrows with this thumb. “What are you thinking about?”
“Us. This.” I survey them both. Bitterness fills my mouth, but I shove it down. “We’re leaving today. You have games this week, and I’m leaving for Australia a few days after New Year’s. How are we going to make it work?”
“Effortlessly.” Camden plants another kiss to my forehead.
Logan caresses my cheek with his fingertips. “This may be the end of our time here, but it’s the beginning of so much more.”
Camden finally breaks into a real smile. “You’re ours now, Red. We’re not that easy to chase away.”
“And we never shy away from a challenge,” Logan says.
I huff. I thought we decided there was no competition.
As if he can read my mind, Logan laughs. “Not between us, Queen. Will our busy schedules make it difficult to find time to see each other? Sure. But we’ll make it work. You’re worth it.”
My heart flutters, like butterflies taking flight. I’ve never been happier or more at ease. Camden and Logan stir the primal, illogical tendencies inside me while also making me feel like I belong. Like I’ve finally found my people.
I put my hand on the back of Logan’s head and pull him down for a kiss. It’s slow and gentle, causing warmth to spread through my body. When he leans away, he’s grinning from ear to ear.
Then, without words, he stands, letting Camden take his place.
This kiss is different, fierier and faster. It’s exactly what makes these men perfect for me. One is steady, balancing me and making me feel safe and grounded. The other is pure fire, making me reckless and adventurous. With them by my side, I will be unstoppable.
Logan slips into his sweatpants, then tilts his head, surveying us.
“What do you think about coming to our next game? You could see us play and spend a little more time with us before you leave for Australia. So we can celebrate this”—he holds up a finger and waves it around, gesturing to the three of us—“properly.”
“Yeah,” Camden says in my ear, sending a delicious thrill down my spine. “Come to our game, Red. Be there for your boyfriends.”
Chuckling, I bury my head in the crook of Camden’s neck. “I’ll be there.”
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for these two.
The arena is electric, the crowd roaring, sending energy buzzing through my veins. I’ve been to plenty of hockey games in Minsk. I’ve even been to a few Thunders games with Roman’s wife. But none of them come close in comparison to this experience.
Watching the guys on the ice does weird things to my body. Excitement mixes with arousal, and beneath that there’s a steady sense of pride that these two men are mine. Who knew being with them would turn me into an obsessed, possessive girlfriend?
As far as the public knows, I’m Logan Reid’s girlfriend. A famous tennis player dating the Thunders’ left winger. That alone caused ruckus on social media. There’s no way we could have told the whole story. Not yet, at least, and Camden is okay with that.
When Logan scores, I cheer until my throat’s sore. I clap and jump with the rest of the crowd. My chest swells with pride and love. Chloe was supposed to join me, but she got a call from her boss at the last minute. So I came alone, but it doesn’t bother me one bit.
Camden is an incredible goalie. He’s quick and calm under pressure, his reflexes precise. There’s not a trace of his impulsiveness or his explosive persona when he’s on the ice.
Once the game is over but before the team has left the ice, I slip away, getting ahead of the crowd so I can congratulate the guys.
I show my pass to the security guard, and he lets me into the tunnel, explaining where the family room is.
I take note, planning to end up there so I can catch up with Nevaeh, but not yet. First, I want to see my men.
Camden appears in the tunnel first, helmet off, his hair soaked, sweat dripping down his temples. When he spots me, he breaks into a smirk, his eyes flashing.
“Your boyfriend is talking to the press,” he drawls.
Okay, maybe he isn’t completely at peace with the story we’ve given the public. But what other option did we have? Announcing our nontraditional relationship would generate the wrong kind of buzz before my season kicks off, and it’s not what they need during their regular season either.
With a glance over his shoulder, and then over mine, I step in close. His blue eyes widen, his pupils dilating.
I grab his jersey and pull him into a quick kiss, eager to show him that I’m just as much his as I am Logan’s.
His shock only lasts a second. Then he’s kissing me back, hard and hungry, like he’s been starving for it.
With his forehead pressed to mine, he exhales loudly. “Sorry if I sounded condescending.”
“No worries. I know you’re a hothead.” I beam, stepping back. “But you matter to me. Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t.” He gives me a smile.
Logan appears then, grinning, his hair still damp. He pulls me into him and kisses me until I’m out of breath.
“What did you think?” he asks, still holding me close.
“I loved it,” I gush. “You were both incredible.”
“I knew you’d be a fan.”
Camden quirks a brow. “Are you going to watch tomorrow’s game? We’ll be in Vegas.”
“I will. I promise.” Then I clear my throat. “I actually have a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?” Logan looks down at me.
I grin, my pulse racing. “What do you think about celebrating the new year together, just the three of us?”
Camden breaks into a rare smile. “Hell yeah. Let’s do it at my place.”
“Deal,” Logan and I say at the same time. We eye each other, then break into laughter.
As they disappear into the locker room, I notice Roman standing a few feet away, helmet in hand, giving me a puzzled look.
I wave at him. “Privet. Kak dela?1”
“Privet2.” He stops in front of me, a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Ya zadam tebe odin vopros, i budet kruto esli ty otvetish chestno, potomu chto mne kazhetsya ya udarilsya golovoy slishkom sil’no vo vremya igry.3”
I frown at his cryptic wording, but I nod.
“Are you and Logan together?”
“Yes.”
“Aga4.“ He threads his fingers through his blond hair. “Please don’t be mad when I ask you my next question, okay?”
“Okay, no ty menya pugaesh5.”
He snorts, shaking his head. “Kto by govoril6.” He swallows thickly and scans our surroundings. “I saw you and Camden kissing, and I’m certain Logan did too. But then the three of you were talking as if nothing happened, and you even kissed Logan once he joined you. What is that about?”
Cheeks flaming, I lower my gaze to my feet. Shit. I’m nowhere near prepared to explain our situation.
“Yana?”
With a defeated sigh, I look him in the eye. “I’m kind of dating them both.”
Roman stares at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m too old for this.”
“Roma!” I smack his shoulder.
He erupts into laughter that echoes off the cement walls. “Whatever floats your boat, I guess.” He winks. “Prosto bud’ schastliva.Vsye ostal’noe nevazhno.7”
“Thank you.” I lean in and give him a quick hug. “Don’t tell anyone. Please.”
“Of course.” He breaks into a devilish grin. “But there’s no way I’m keeping this from Nev.”
I grasp his arm. “Please, let me tell her, okay? Is she in the family room?”
“She’s at home. She had a busy day at work, so she promised to watch from the living room.” With a wink, he skirts around me, heading for the locker room. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to your boyfriends…for now.”
Fuck. With any luck, the guys will be too excited about my surprise to worry about Roman.
1 Hi. How are you?
2 Hi
3 I’m gonna ask you something, and it will be awesome if you can answer honestly, because I really think I hit my head too hard during the game
4 Uh-huh
5 but you’re scaring me
6 Look who’s talking
7 Just be happy. Everything else doesn’t matter