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  “Are you—”

  Dean cuts me off. “We could get suspended for a few games.”

  “Really?” I ask, hoping it’s not true.

  “Maybe not.” Wes elbows Dean. “The guy isn’t pressing charges. Without charges, the league likely won’t come after us.”

  “He’s not? Why? Does he want money or something? God, this is all my fault! I shouldn't have gone on that date. Worse, I shouldn't have tried to make you jealous.”

  Wes wraps his hand around my braid, pulling it back so I have to look at him in his eyes. “Everything is going to be fine. We handled it. The guy is a prick with a prick past to match. Don’t even think about him.”

  I nod. I shouldn’t be turned on in this moment, but I am. Wes’s full lips quirk in a half smile. He’s probably reading my face.

  I feel a finger under my chin, turning me to look at Dean. “All that matters is that we’re together. The rest is shit that we’ll sort out one way or another. As long as we’re together, the three of us are the only team that matters at the end of the day.”

  “I’m going to fall in love with you two if you’re not careful,” I tease.

  “Don’t pretend you don't already love us,” Dean teases back. My heart flutters because he’s right. I am in love with them.

  A knock on the door pulls us from the moment. My dad opens it and steps into the room.

  “You all right, Melly?” my dad asks, concern on his face.

  “Yeah. I’m better. Are you upset?” I ask.

  If Wes and Dean do somehow end up getting suspended for a few games and affecting his team, I’d hate for my dad to regret bringing me here and hiring me to help with the team. My dad has never been upset with me that I can ever recall.

  “How about I tell you something and you can’t be mad at me for it. We’ll call it even?” My eyebrows rise at that. Dean and Wes lean up against the counter I’m sitting on, one on either side of me, facing my dad.

  “What?” I wring my fingers together at why I might be mad at my dad. Maybe he’s going to fire me. Dean and Wes each take one of my hands. My dad watches their movements with sharp eyes.

  “That’s something I’m going to have to get used to.” He shakes his head.

  “We’ve already talked about this,” Wes growls.

  “What’s done is done. She’s ours,” Dean adds.

  I smile as I wonder what all they talked about. I’m guessing it was before I got here.

  “Yeah, let’s see about that after she finds out the terms of your new contract extension.”

  “What does that have to do with me?” I glance around the room at everyone. All of them have a guilty look on their faces. I take that back. Wes just shrugs, his face giving nothing away. Not even guilt.

  “I called the boys this morning when news broke about everything. Told them to come in so we could talk.” My dad shoots a look at both of them.

  “We were going to talk to you about it. Things just progressed faster than we thought they would.”

  “I really don’t need those details,” my dad says, cutting Dean off. “After I saw the video I knew how serious they were about you. These boys don’t cause trouble. They keep their noses clean, so to get involved in a brawl meant something. I also knew there would be fallout. Nothing too big. Maybe two games’ suspension at most, if even that. Besides, I'd be more pissed if they had not handed the guy his ass after what he said about you.” My cheeks burn hearing that my dad knows what the man said.

  Both Wes and Dean squeeze my hands.

  “Players often move from team to team.” My dad keeps going. “Their contract is up soon and, well, I wanted them locked in. Not just because they’re well worth it but I don’t want them taking off with you. I just got you here.”

  “Dad.” My heart melts at that.

  “We aren't taking her from you,” Dean chimes in.

  “We aren't sharing her with a bunch of people either,” Wes growls. I glance over at him, not knowing what the heck that means.

  “The contract stipulated that you are their physical therapist,” Dad says, pulling my attention back to him.

  “Well, if they play for the team, then of course I am,” I respond, at a loss as to where this is going.

  “You’re only their physical therapist. You are always by their side in case they need you for something.”

  I have a feeling it isn’t my physical therapy skills they will be calling on most of the time. I’m not sure how to respond. I don't know if I should laugh, scream or burst into happy tears.

  “I…”

  “You’ll still oversee the other two physical therapists we have on staff, making sure you agree with what they’re doing and setting the pace. You’re in charge of all of it.”

  “Don’t be mad at us,” Wes says, leaning down. I look up into his eyes. “We’ve been looking for you for forever. We need you close now that we’ve found you.” My belly does a little flip.

  “Give us this and we’ll give you everything you could ever want,” Dean adds.

  “I have a feeling you two are going to tag team against me all the time, aren’t you?” I blush when I realize what I said. Dean laughs and Wes covers his with a cough. My dad mumbles something I don’t catch and don’t want to know.

  Dean kisses me and I get lost for a moment until my dad clears his throat.

  “Take her home and keep her hidden for a while. Let all this die down.”

  “On it,” Wes says as he picks me up and carries me away without another word.

  Chapter Eleven

  Amelia

  Luckily there’s an underground garage in our building. We got in without really being noticed. The dark windows of the SUV prevented people looking in and ensured we didn’t get photographed. I sit in the center of the bed looking down at my phone, which keeps going off every two seconds. I'm surprised the battery hasn’t given out already.

  Wes and Dean are on the phone with their parents. Their phones keep blowing up with calls from them. They wanted to call them later, but I told them to call them now. They love their mom and dad and I didn’t want them worrying about them worrying. I wasn’t going anywhere. They could take a few minutes to call them.

  My phone lights up again and my mother’s name flashes across the screen. “Are you going to answer that?” Wes asks, leaning up against the doorframe of the bedroom. Dean walks in and tosses himself onto the bed next to me, his weight making me bounce. He looks over at my phone.

  “It’s your mom.”

  “Hence why I’m not answering it.” I power it off and toss it onto the side table. On the edge of the table I glimpse the note they left. “Also, don’t leave a note when you leave. Wake me up.” I try to scold them, but they only smile at me.

  “We wanted to get things taken care of before you woke up. Thought we’d make it back before then,” Dean admits.

  “I was sure we wore you out good enough for that to happen,” Wes adds, pushing away from the door and joining us on the bed. “Still fucking pissed those camera guys got in your face.”

  I reach for Wes and wrap myself around his back before he can stand up. He keeps wanting to go downstairs and give them a piece of his mind. Okay, maybe a piece of his fist. I stop him because it will only add fuel to the fire and give them what they want—another story to make my perfect men look bad. I won’t let that happen.

  “Fuck ’em. Besides, after we all get married and have the Farmer last name, they’ll know this isn’t some fucking kinky shit that’s a game or something. They’ll know this is real. They also know that fucker deserved to be punched after how he talked about our girl. It will blow over then.”

  Wes turns and pulls me into his lap so we are both facing Dean, who has his hand behind his head, his legs stretched out, looking like he’s talking about the weather and not us all getting married.

  “You want me to have your last name?” Wes asks.

  “You want to get married?” I follow up.

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p; He looks over at us like we’re the crazy ones.

  “Well, yeah.” He sits up. His eyes go to Wes. “You’re my brother, man. You’re just as much a part of this family as any of us. You’re a Farmer.” His eyes come to me next. “She’ll be one, too.”

  I turn my head to look at Wes, whose eyes look like they’re watering.

  “I know we can’t all really be married, but we’ll have the lawyers pull some paperwork up to make it so we’re all tied together. But I think legally Wes should be the one on the marriage license. Maybe he’ll get it through that thick skull how serious I am about him being a Farmer.”

  With that, a tear leaks down my cheek. “You guys don’t think this is too fast?” I ask.

  “Fuck no,” Dean snaps.

  Wes’s mouth goes to my neck. “We’ve been waiting for you, little one. We’re not waiting anymore. We love you and we know you love us.”

  “I do,” I admit. My back hits the bed and Wes pins one of my hands and Dean pins the other.

  “Again. Say it again,” Dean demands.

  “I love you. Both of you.”

  “Fuck, I love you, too.” Dean's voice comes out rough. He glances over at Wes. “I love both of you. You’re my family. We’re a family.”

  Wes swallows hard. “I love you both, too. More than I thought possible.” His words are almost choked.

  “Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s make her little body shake and scream over and over until she wants to be our wife.”

  “And have our babies,” Wes adds.

  “Fuck, don’t say that shit out loud or I’ll cum too fast,” Dean moans. I feel myself get wet between my legs.

  “She could already be pregnant with how many times we came in her last night.”

  “Oh god,” I breathe as I glance between both of them, feral need on their faces.

  They both pounce, making true their words.

  Epilogue

  Amelia

  Four months later…

  “What’s that noise?” I try to sit up but don’t get anywhere. I’m wedged between two giants.

  “They must be early,” Dean grumbles and Wes grunts.

  “Who’s early?” I attempt to wiggle free but again get nowhere.

  Dean’s hand tightens on my breast while Wes’s slides between my thighs. My wiggling stops as Dean’s other hand grabs my leg, he throws it over his and spreads my thighs wide for Wes.

  “Guys?” I moan as Wes’s other hand covers my mouth.

  “Shh. Don’t want anyone hearing those sweets moans. Those belong to us,” Dean whispers in my ear. “Let Wes get you off. We all know how grumpy you are when you don’t get your morning orgasm.” He pulls on my nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

  I gasp into Wes’s hand. Our eyes lock on each other as he works his fingers against my clit. Dean kisses my neck, his fingers on my thigh digging in, his hold possessive as always.

  The loud banging I was hearing fades away and all I can think about is their hands on me as they push me closer and closer to orgasm. I can’t believe I’m already about to cum. We spent all night in bed after our little fight.

  Well, it isn’t much of a fight when the two men you’re bickering with cut you off by either kissing you, putting their cocks in your mouth or making you scream with pleasure. These two never play fair. They kept at it until I passed out and for the life of me I can’t remember what we were even fighting about.

  Dean’s leg wraps around me as his hand moves from my thigh down the crack of my ass. I wiggle my ass against him. Wes’s fingers on my clit move fast as Dean comes in from behind, thrusting two fingers inside me.

  I throw my head back, my orgasm pushing down on me. Dean keeps thrusting while Wes works my clit, sending me over the edge. They wring my orgasm out as I fall limp between them. My eyes close and their hands move to cup my stomach, making me smile.

  “Go back to sleep, little one. It’s still early.”

  I mumble, liking that idea. Until another loud bang jolts me awake again.

  “You two. What’s going on?”

  I wiggle again, fighting a little harder to get out.

  “Amelia!” I freeze and my eyes fly open. Both Dean and Wes jerk up. “My mother!” I squeak.

  I’ve been avoiding her for months. It looks like my time is up. Our one phone call after the media broke our story didn’t go so well. I hung up on her, which is something I’d never done in my life. I’m shocked it took her this long to show up at my door and demand my attention. No one ignores her.

  “Let me go.” I try to free myself and I glance at both of them. “She’ll come back here and she is not going to see you guys naked!” I yell the last part, not liking the idea of anyone seeing them naked. Dean smiles.

  “Only you see us naked.” Wes grabs my face and kisses me deep before finally letting me go. I scurry to get up, but not before Dean smacks my butt, making me jump and move faster.

  I find my underwear and slide them on. Next, I grab a shirt off the floor and slip that on over my head. I turn to see Dean and Wes lying in bed, casual and relaxed. Well, except for their hard-ons that are begging for attention. My eyes go back and forth between them. I really want to crawl back into bed with my men and not go out there and face my mother.

  “Amelia!” she yells again.

  “Dressed!” I snap at them, making them both smile. I roll my eyes and stomp from the room. I stop when I see my mother talking to three men in construction outfits. They are all openly flirting with her. Men are drawn to my mother like a moth to a flame.

  “Mother.”

  She turns to look at me. The smile on her face drops away.

  “Oh, it’s my daughter who hasn’t spoken to me in months!”

  “You called twice and texted once, Mother. I don’t think you were dying to talk to me. In fact, I think you were pissed at me and avoiding me.”

  Her jaws clenches. “I had no choice. I already had a trip to Paris planned for a few months. I wasn’t going to let this wild phase you’re having interrupt my life. Until this!” She holds up a magazine that’s three months old.

  “Yeah, I got married,” I admit. “I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it was small and after the things you said on the phone I thought it was for the best.”

  My mother purses her lips. I glance over to see Dean and Wes entering the living room.

  “Out!” Wes barks at the construction men. “Come back tomorrow.”

  “No fucking pants, little one,” Dean mutters next to me, sounding pissed. I glance over at him.

  “I’ll get to you two in a minute.” I point over to the large hole in the wall, remembering what our fight was about last night. I try to glare at them, but I have to hold back a small smile at how over the top they can be sometimes.

  My mother clears her throat. She clearly does not like not being the center of attention right now. We all look over at her. She’s done up like always. Her hair and makeup are perfect. She’s always traveled with a team of people to make sure she looks her best.

  Her eyes roam over both Wes and Dean. My body stills as I wonder what they’re thinking of my mother. Everyone always thinks she’s breathtaking, but when I look at them they’re both looking at me with concern on their faces. My mother holds none of their attention.

  “You didn't even call and tell me. This is how I found out,” my mother hisses as she waves the magazine.

  “That magazine is three months old.” I shake my head. Us getting married is old news. The paparazzi are over that story now.

  “I just saw it,” she throws back.

  “Mother, if you were so worried about me you would have tried harder to reach out to me after I hung up on you. Not only that, our names have been all over everything. If you wanted to know what was happening with me you would have looked.”

  “I couldn't bear to look! Two men, Amelia. Really? You know what that makes you look like, don’t you?”

  I throw out my arms, grabbing
both Wes and Dean, knowing they’d lose it at her words. They both still at my touch. My mom’s eyes dart back and forth between Wes and Dean, furious.

  “I love you, but you have to come to terms with them. I’m married to them.”

  “You know how this makes us look?”

  “I don’t care how it makes me look. I’m happy that’s all that matters.”

  “She should leave,” Wes growls, not even addressing my mother.

  “You don’t need this stress,” Dean adds. He turns, his hand coming to my belly.

  “No!” my mother gasps. “Do you even know which is the father?” she cries, her face turning red.

  “Both of us,” Wes and Dean both snap, making me smile. Like it matters who the father is. We’re a family. Period. It doesn't matter.

  “I think you should go,” I tell her. Her shoulders drop and I see a look cross her face I’ve never seen before. I push past Dean and Wes and go to my mother. “This is my life now. You have to get used to it.”

  “Your father—”

  “Don’t,” I cut her off. “I don’t want the life that’s in New York here, and if you want to be in my life you have to accept this. Dean and Wes are right. I won’t have you stressing me out right now.”

  Her head drops forward, her hair failing into her face. “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “You have that same look your father gets. This is final. You won’t be moved.”

  “I love them. I love my life here.” I grab her hand. “I love you, Mom.”

  “I love you, too.” She tucks some hair behind my ear, surprising me with her affection. She masks it quickly. “I should go.” She kisses me on both cheeks before turning to leave. She stops at the door, turning to look at my men. “Take care of her.”

  “Always,” the both say before my mother nods then turns and leaves.

  I watch her exit the door and I stand there for a moment. I’ve come to terms with what my mother is. More so after spending a week with Wes and Dean’s family out at the farm. Their family sucked me in like I’d been a part of it from birth.