“Fuck you, Trey.” Rayne heard as she headed toward the family room.

Her lips twisted into a smile at Trey’s response. “I love you, too, boss man.”

Gryff groaned. “We are not watching this again.”

Trey dropped a bowl of popcorn in Gryff’s lap before leaping over the couch and landing on his ass with a bounce. “Oh, look at that landing. Perfect score. Ten points. Oh! And the crowd roars. Raaaaaaar!”

“What did I tell you about jumping on the couch?” Rayne asked, holding two fresh beers for her men.

“Yes, Mommy,” Trey teased, sounding like a scolded child, then turned to Gryff. “It’s been a while since we’ve watched it.”

Gryff snorted and accepted one of the beers. “Yeah, like since last weekend. It’s getting old.”

“It will never get old.”

“Says you.”

“Why? What are we watching?” Rayne looked up at the large flat screen that hung on the wall. She grimaced. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“No. We were supposed to be watching a movie of my choice,” she complained, shoving the remaining beer at Trey.

“We are not watching some chick flick. Us men want to watch this again.”

“Speak for yourself,” Gryff grumbled.

Trey cocked an eyebrow at Gryff. “You’d rather watch Beaches again?”

He frowned. “Hell no.”

“That’s not what I picked.”

“Okay,” Trey said. “Twilight then.”

“Right, like I’d watch that,” she said, tapping both men on their knees so they’d make room for her in the middle of the couch.

“Wait. Did you draw the straw for the middle?”

“I don’t need a straw. I get the middle,” she said, squeezing between them in the small space they made. Gryff wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. She fit perfectly.

“Oooh. I love it when you’re bossy,” Trey claimed, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rayne laughed. “You do. This one not so much,” she said tilting her head toward Gryff.

“I’m the boss, remember?” Gryff said, reaching over her in an attempt to snag the remote out of Trey’s hand. Trey lifted it up and out of his reach.

“Whoever has the remote is the boss.”

Rayne plucked the remote out of Trey’s fingers when he wasn’t expecting it. “Okay, then that settles it.”

“See?” Trey asked. “Bossy.”

“Yes, because I’m not sitting through this whole game again. We’ve watched it a million times,” she answered.

“Not that many.”

“Close enough.”

“Can we just watch the fourth quarter?”

Gryff groaned. “By now, I can quote the sportscasters through the whole damn game.”

“Okay, just the final five minutes.”

“Five minutes’ real time or game time?” Gryff asked. “Because five minutes of game time feels like a damn hour.”

Trey sighed. “I can compromise. Let’s just watch the ceremony afterward.”

Rayne chuckled. “So we can see you make out with the Lombardi trophy again? You left tongue marks on it.”

“It’s sexy.” Trey settled his arm around her shoulders, too. “Like you, baby.”

Having her men cuddle her on the couch made her heart swell. She loved them both so much. And she felt loved. Very loved.

“It was so unsanitary and gross. So many fingers touching it. Blech.”

“It was worth it. Fast forward to the ceremony. Please. Yeah, there. When the confetti was raining down.”

Rayne and Gryff might complain about watching the Super Bowl game from last February over and over again. But when it came to the ceremony, Rayne always had to fight back the tears. And, honestly, she could never get enough of watching the pure joy and sense of pride on Trey’s face when they handed him the trophy to hold over his head. And, yes, he did French kiss it in his excitement.

She and Gryff had watched the game from the Bulldog’s suite along with Grae, Paige and Connor, and what seemed like a hundred other people. Rayne had chewed off all her nails by the third quarter.

Gryff had almost punched a wall when Trey threw an interception in the fourth quarter. Her? She almost puked, so there was that.

They were all in tears during the last few seconds of the game. With a tied score, Trey threw a bomb that gave them the win, made him the MVP, and brought the Lombardi trophy home to Boston.

Then he decided to hang up his cleats since he had achieved his dream.

Rayne noticed the part of the tape where Gryff and she joined him on camera. Trey wasn’t shy about hugging Rayne tightly to his side, planting a big kiss on her lips, before sneaking an arm around Gryff’s waist while being interviewed by rabid sports reporters.

She didn’t have to see the tape to remember the pride in Gryff’s eyes, the larger than life smile on his face.

Questions followed on their relationship. And, of course, the gossip rags made up all kinds of outrageous claims. They ignored it all. Even Grae had helped run interference.

Once the cameras panned away from Trey, Rayne shut the recording off. Before she could switch on a movie, Trey grabbed the remote and put it on the coffee table.

“I have something to tell you guys.”

Gryff leaned forward and placed the popcorn bowl on the table, too. Then he twisted to face the two of them. “This should be good.”

Rayne patted his thigh, and he snagged her hand, intertwining his long, dark fingers with hers. He gave her hand a squeeze.

Trey twisted in his seat, too, a small smile on his face.

“Okay, T, let’s hear it,” Gryff said gruffly.

“I decided to go back to school.”

Rayne’s mouth gaped, and she felt Gryff shift next to her.

“You already have a degree.”

“Yeah, but watching you and Rayne be partners in the firm, I kind of feel left out.”

Rayne started to protest, but Trey lifted a hand to stop her. “I will be thirty-three soon. I can’t stay home and be a househusband. Though, a hot, sexy one wearing a Super Bowl ring. Not many can say that,” he teased. “But you two go off every morning, have a purpose. I have none.” He pinned his gaze on Gryff. “When you proposed to Rayne all those months ago, you said you wanted her to be a partner, not only in business but in life. I get it now.”

“And what does this have to do with school?” Gryff prodded him.

“Not just any school. Law school.”

“What? Really?” Rayne asked, surprised. “That’s great!”

“I just figured you’d rather lounge around like a kept man,” Gryff said. Though he said it seriously, there was a twinkle in his eyes, and his lips twitched.

“I want to get my law degree, join you two at the firm.”

“We have a tough hiring process. The interview alone is brutal,” Gryff said.

Rayne rolled her eyes at Gryff and then smiled at Trey. “You can intern with me.”

“Oh wait. What? No.” Gryff said. “You two won’t get any work done. No. He can intern with Maggie.”

Maggie, being one of the most unattractive women in the office, though, an excellent attorney. Rayne shook her head. “That means he can join the firm.”

“I didn’t say that. I said we’d have to interview him first.”

Trey snorted. “Okay, I’ll do whatever I need to do. But, first I need to get through school. Does interning pay?”

“No,” Gryff answered at the same time Rayne said, “Yes.”

He was just busting Trey’s balls. She fought back her smile.

“Whatever. I don’t need the money. Not only am I a World Champion, I’m a kept man.” He smirked.

“Whatever, T,” Gryff echoed. “You have more money than Rayne and I combined. Especially after selling your penthouse. And you have your endorsement deals. Not to mention that sweet little bonus you got for the Super Bowl win.”

“That bonus money has already been spent.”

Gryff frowned, “On what?”

“Something for the three of us.”

It was Rayne’s turn to frown. “What are you talking about?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“For fuck’s sake, T, get to the point.”

“Jesus, so demanding. Well...” He gave them a Cheshire cat smile. “Well, since I’ve had time on my hands while you two are heading off to bring home the bacon, I decided...” His voice drifted off.

“Trey,” Gryff warned.

“To hire a planner to plan...” He hesitated again.

Gryff looked at the ceiling and muttered, “Holy fuck.”

“Our commitment ceremony.”

Gryff’s gaze bounced to Trey, Rayne, then landed back on Trey. “Our what?”

“You wanted to marry Rayne. You two decided to not do that because of me. I appreciate that. I love the both of you. I want all three of us to be committed.”

“We are,” Rayne said, surprised at this turn of events. She had no clue what Trey had been planning. How he kept it a secret with his exuberance, she’d never know.

“I was talking to Grae.”

“Oh fuck.”

“And he told me about the ceremony that Paige’s brother Logan had with his partners, Ty and Quinn.”

“So?”

“So, then he told me about the ceremony that Renny, Cole and Eve had.”

“They all have children,” Gryff stated.

“You don’t want a ceremony? You don’t want something that commits the three of us together?”

“Do you want a ceremony?” Rayne asked. “I don’t need one. I doubt Gryff needs one. But if you want one, I’m not against it. Gryff?”

His answer completely floored her. “Yes. I want one, too. I think it’s a good idea.”

Trey laughed. “Holy shit, boss man thinks one of my ideas is good. Write this date down. I need to remember it.”

“Very funny. No, you’re right, T. I think a small ceremony would be nice to have for our family and our closest friends.”

“Our closest one thousand friends?”

“No. No more than fifty.”

“Damn. I wanted it to be a big shindig.”

“No. I will agree to it if it’s small and intimate. Rayne?”

“I agree. Nothing crazy,” she answered.

“So, we’re doing this?”

Gryff nodded and said softly, his voice full of warmth, “Yeah, we can do this.”

“Yes, if you need something to show people that we love each other, then I’m fine with it. In fact, the idea is growing on me,” Rayne said, picturing herself standing between her men at an altar surrounded with beautiful lilies, exchanging vows and rings. Being introduced to their friends and family as a committed threesome.

Yes, she could picture that very clearly.

Plus, it would prove to Trey that they were committed to him. And him to them. He’s found his forever home, his forever family. His partners in life.

To show that there was no doubt that he was wanted and loved. That they were each other’s in all ways.

Rayne patted both their thighs, feeling a sting in her eyes. She sniffled. “Okay, enough with this mushy stuff. Let’s watch The Notebook.”

Gryff groaned. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Not that movie again.”

Trey yelled, “Fuck no. Last time I went through a whole damn box of tissues. My man card was revoked for a full month.”

She giggled and scrolled through the movies. She settled on an action flick instead that made her men feel like men and her feeling lucky to be cuddled in between them.

Life was good.