Epilogue
DARCI
Two Months Later
Time is against me, but I'm almost done. The comforting whir of my sewing machine fills the room as I work on the finishing touches to my surprise for my guys.
Once I finish the last hem, I hold up my creation proudly.
The Heston U jersey is sewn together from two numbers, 20 and 21. One arm has Ryan's number and Milo's is on the other.
I'm almost late for the game, but it's worth it. I can't wait to show them.
I quickly put it on and pull my hair aside to take a selfie of me looking over my shoulder in the mirror, showing off the back.
Two names are boldly displayed—Langley and Sanderson.
Mine, both of them.
I can't help my grin that breaks free, or the warm glow filling my chest as I examine my handiwork.
We've been inseparable for the last two months. Dating two boyfriends is everything I never knew I needed.
Ryan always walks me to class and gives me sweeping kisses to say hello or goodbye that leave me giddy. Milo's morning texts he sends from his workouts to wish me good morning start my days right.
My heart flutters every time Milo takes me to the bookstore in town. When we all have lunch together. On the evenings we go out for coffee and I nestle between them on the comfy chairs by the fireplace.
The nights I love most are the parties at the hockey house hanging out with their teammates until we slip away to spend alone time together at my apartment.
I take a few more photos, then rush to finish getting ready for the game.
I make it just in time for warm-ups and hurry down to the glass with my poster. I make a handmade sign for every home game I attend. This one is part of my surprise.
Scanning the ice, I spot them both. My boyfriends are already looking my way with matching expressions that make me bite my lip around a smile. They languidly pass a puck between them as they weave through the other players to reach me.
I make sure the zipper on my jacket is up, eager to show off what I’m wearing for them under it at the right moment.
"Hey, babe," Milo greets.
"We thought you weren't coming." Ryan's gaze roams my face like he hasn't seen me in days, even though I saw him this morning when they brought me coffee.
I fake a scandalized gasp. "Me? Miss a HU home game? Never."
"Never," Milo echoes with a chuckle, tapping his gloved hand against Ryan's shoulder. "Told you. Come on, what's the sign say? These are part of our winning streak, you know. I need my lucky charm."
I hold it up for them to read: Pucker up to kiss the winners, the Knights do it better.
I decorated the corner with #20 and #21 in hearts. The dimple I'm so fond of forms when Milo chuckles.
"Nice.” He blows me a kiss. "Hold on to that for me. I'm coming to get it later."
"Not if I get it first," Ryan says slyly.
I love that he only shows this competitive side of himself to me and Milo. With everyone else, he's sweet and respectful, but when it's just the three of us he grows more assertive about going for what he wants.
"You like that?" I tilt my head coyly and drag down the zipper on my jacket. "I have another surprise."
Milo's playful gaze flickers with interest, following the zipper's path."What's under there, baby?"
Ryan's eyes widen in recognition first when I reveal my patchwork creation from their jerseys. Excitement sparks in my belly at how much he likes it when I wear his number, just like our first night.
"I didn't want to choose,” I say. “I’ve been alternating for every game, but this is how it should be. I wanted to wear both of your names. Together."
"Damn, that's so hot. Look at our sexy girlfriend wearing our numbers, Ry." Milo leans against the boards, raking me up and down with a heated look. "However loudly you cheer when either of us score tonight? We're going to make you scream even louder later."
My cheeks flush and arousal prickles along my skin. Ryan hasn't stopped staring at me in a mix of amazement and possessiveness.
"Do you like it?" I ask.
"Fuck yes," he answers gruffly. "You're our girl. Everyone should know it."
He puts a gloved hand on the plexiglass. I press my palm to the other side, the corners of my eyes crinkling from my bright smile.
"I'm glad," I say.
"After the game, we're going to put you between us wearing only our jersey while we take turns filling you," Ryan promises.
"Fuck, man," Milo rasps. "I like the way you think."
His glove brushes meaningfully with Ryan's free hand. As well as we fit together, all of us are still getting used to being a trio. For them, they’ve told me sharing their feelings for each other openly is still new and they’re taking things slow.
They've only told their team captain that we're all dating each other.
We’re winging all of this, but I know we’ll be able to navigate this as a unit.
"You're not the only one looking hot today," Milo says affectionately. "Our boy Ry was fine as hell in his pregame suit. We almost got caught making out in our room by one of the rookies because I could barely keep my hands off him.“
"You'd like Milo in his even more," Ryan cuts in. “Makes his ass look great.”
My grin widens. "I don't know, guys. I think my answer's always going to be both of you."
Ryan chuckles and Milo's eyes light up.
"Yeah. Same," Milo says.
"Me too," Ryan murmurs.
"Now go kick ass on the ice and score for me," I say.
"Always, baby." Milo pushes off from the boards, skating backwards with a wink.
"Watch us win this one, sweetheart," Ryan says before he joins him.
They're mine. And each other's. And I'm theirs. The three of us belong together.