It was hard to believe we were two months into the season. Out of seven games we had lost two. I knew Dylan and Isaac were pissed about those two losses, but I couldn’t believe the season was going as well as it was.

Team moral was up. It might have had something to do with the contract I signed to break ground on the new indoor training facility. I was embarrassed it hadn’t been built before now.

The press followed me wherever I went. It seemed as if there should have been more news to cover in Austin other than how I was planning my wedding, or expanding the franchise’s structures, but I was in some kind of new romance with the press.

Charlie assured me it was better this way. It was the good kind of attention. The kind the Warriors needed.

It was Sunday. Game day. Game eight.

I loved waking up in Isaac’s king bed.

“Good morning, baby.” He kissed the back of my neck. I was wearing a Warriors T-shirt and no panties.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

Dylan was in the shower. He liked to get to the stadium earlier than everyone else. It was the only time he seemed to be intensely focused. He was having an incredible season. They both were.

Isaac’s hands snaked up my stomach, pushing the T-shirt over my breasts. The fabric made my nipples tingle as it edged over them.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

He tucked me under him, pinning my arms over my head as he nudged my knees wide and nestled between my legs.

He kissed my throat, making my body wake up with each of his kisses.

“So fucking sexy in the morning,” he groaned.

“So are you.” I looked in his eyes.

He laughed. “And you’re cute.”

He leaned over to the bedside table, flipping a condom between his fingers. I whimpered, wanting him. He couldn’t get it on fast enough.

He pushed into me, slamming hard with all his weight.

“Oh Isaac,” I moaned.

I loved sex with him. I loved sex with Dylan. Both. It was all different and special. On our own we could explore our bodies in ways we couldn’t all together. I had the best of all worlds. I knew how insanely lucky I was as he rocked into me, thrusting his solid cock inside me.

“I love fucking you, Vanessa.”

I nodded, my eyes closing sleepily. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”

The sweat began to drip down his chest as he pumped harder and faster. His rough hands palmed my breasts before twisting my nipples between his fingers.

“Ohh,” I shot forward. They’d never felt so sensitive before. So on fire.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled, grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him. “I need you on your knees now.”

I nodded. “Oh yes.”

I rolled on my stomach and crawled to edge of the bed, planting myself on all fours. He positioned himself behind me, slipping the condom off.

I sighed, knowing where he was going to go.

He pressed his cock to my ass. I ground backward and relaxed my tight muscles so he could push inside me.

“Fuck, I love your ass.”

“Holy shit.” Dylan stood in the doorway, dripping wet from the shower. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He walked toward the edge of the bed. I licked my lips as he offered his cock to me. My mouth parted as he slid it between my lips.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You give me the best blow jobs, darlin’.” He grabbed the back of my head, coaxing his dick deeper in my throat.

He tasted sweet and clean. I sucked hard as Isaac sank into my ass, stretching and widening it. I rocked and swayed between them. Between these men I couldn’t live without.

“Hold her, so she can touch herself,” Isaac breathed raggedly.

Dylan steadied me under my arms as he fucked my mouth relentlessly.

“Touch that pretty clit of yours, Vanessa. Pump those fingers in your pussy, so you’re completely full.”

I could only groan. His cock filled my mouth. He kept me balanced as I reached one hand between my legs. I was soaking wet. So rich with honey. I closed my eyes as my fingers swept over my clit. It was on fire. I whimpered, shuddering from all the sensations.

“Go on, baby. Fuck those pretty fingers,” Isaac growled. “We’ve got you. We have all of you.”

I pushed my fingers inside my walls, disappearing in the haze of the fantasy. I could feel the pressure of Isaac’s cock as I kept my fingers inside me. It was erotic and amazing.

I looked up. Dylan’s eyes bore into mine as he grew closer to his climax.

“That’s it. Fuck us all, Vanessa. You can make us all come. You. Are so damned sexy. So fucking hot with my dick in your mouth. So fucking beautiful when Isaac fucks your ass. You are taking us there. Fuck yourself. Take us there.”

I wanted to scream out. I wanted them to hear how much I enjoyed it. How Dylan’s dirty words rang true in my sexual soul. I was beautiful. I felt so loved and adored. So completely worshipped as they took care of my body.

I quivered and quaked as they thrust in unison. One. Two. Three.

They yelled toward the ceiling as their releases fired inside me. I sucked greedily at Dylan’s cum, drinking him in. My ass was warm and soothed and the fireworks exploded through my core, taking over my thighs and legs until my toes curled with pure pleasure.

Dylan staggered backward. “Damn, girl. I think I fucking love you.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“What?” Isaac echoed.

Dylan looked as shocked as we were. “I-I…shit.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I love you too. Come here.” I opened my arms, drawing him down for a kiss. His tongue twirled inside my mouth. “Say it again,” I whispered.

“I fucking love you,” he growled.

I spun from him to Isaac. “I love you too, Isaac. I love you so much.”

He groaned as his mouth landed on mine. His hands covered my body as he bit at my lips.

“I love you, Vanessa.”

I wanted to stay in bed all day like this. Loving them. But it was game day.

“We have to get going, darlin’,” Dylan reminded me. He picked the towel up from the floor.

“I know.” I pouted. “I just can’t believe we all said that and now we have to go to the stadium.”

Isaac pulled my hair back, kissing me under my ear. “It won’t change between now and when we celebrate our win tonight. I love fucking you because I love you.” He pressed his forehead to mine. I shivered with the words.

Could this be real? Could I be in love with both of them equally? I felt it with every part of me. They were a part of who I was now. I’d never choose one over the other. And that meant loving them together was the only way my heart could operate.

“Come on, man.” Dylan had started to walk out of the room. “I’ll be ready to head in in five.”

“Game day jitters?” Isaac ribbed.

“More like game day records to break. Who do you think gets more yards today you or me?” He looked at the ceiling. “I’m guessing me.”

“Shut up, Dylan.”

Isaac lingered in bed. I knew he had to get in the shower. The clock was ticking down on our minutes together.

He closed his eyes. “Tonight. We’ll do something special tonight.”

I nodded. He hopped off the bed, making his way to the shower, closing the bathroom door behind him.

Dylan smiled at me from the doorway. He strolled toward me, leaning over the bed. I rocked backward as his lips crashed into mine.

“I’ve never it said before.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Really?”

He nodded. “I didn’t want to tell you that in front of Isaac, but it’s true.” He drew a long slow kiss from my lips. “See you after the game.” He winked and was gone.

I had to keep the squeal inside. Because all I wanted to do was jump up and down on Isaac’s bed and shout to the world that they loved me. That I loved them. And that life was so perfect.