Page 36 of Cocky Player

I glared at him over my shoulder and kept hustling through the crowd, weaving around them much less polite than I normally would.Dodged a double stroller right before it rolled over my toes in cheap rubber flip-flops.“She didn’t believe you for a minute.”

“Probably because I was lying.”

“You’re not helping.”I ducked around a tent onto a side-street.There were several shoppers and people walking by, but no tents or sellers so the crowd was much smaller.

“What do you want me to do, Brenna?Tell her I had my mouth on your cunt last night and couldn’t stop thinking about you this morning?I figure the lie, even a bad one, would be better.”

I gaped at him like a fish.

“Besides,” he continued.“It wasn’t a lie.I did run into you and I did meet you at Shelly’s office on Friday.”He shrugged.“She’s not going to say anything.”

“To anyone but Oliver?Or Paige?Or Beaux?”

“I’ll handle it.It’s fine, I swear, and by the way, Beaux was with me that first night at Glitz.He already knows and almost busted a nut laughing at me at your parents’ house.”

“What?!”I shrieked, my hands slapped my thighs.“You’re kidding.”My hands went to my hair and I groaned.

“Connor—”

“Brenna, we’re going to run into each other.We’re going to have to know each other.You work for the team.I play on the team.And your father has always insisted we behave like one big family.”

He had a point.My nose scrunched.“Family?”

“What can I say, Ilikemy family,” he muttered, moving closer, not touching me but I matched him step for step until my back was against a brick wall, the hot brick digging into the bare skin at the sides of my tank top.

“We can’t.Not here.”

“No one will know who we are,” he whispered, bending down.Tempting.So tempting.

He spun his hat around backward again.Why was that move so sexy?The flippant spin, his bared bicep flexing at the quick move and then I couldn’t think of anything because his mouth was at the hinge of my jaw, tasting.Teasing.

Kissing and licking and nibbling my earlobe until I was clinging to his waist, my tote bag dropping to the ground at my feet.

“Connor.”

“Someday, you’re going to be saying my name just like that in my bed,afteryou stay the night and wake up next to me.”

A shiver of delight skipped down my spine.

“And after you tell me those fantasies of yours, trusting me to make them come true for you in ways better than you could envision by yourself.”

“They’re not yours to have,” I whispered back, unable to stop myself.

He grunted and rolled his hips against me, his cock hardening and obvious.“They will be.”

And then he kissed me hungrily, like he’d been starving for me and oh what a beautiful fantasy that would be…

Where Connor Quinten, the only man to ever touch me, was falling for me like I was falling for him.

Fourteen

Brenna

“Hello, my beautiful girl.”My mom squeezed me to her tightly while around us, mayhem ensued.Her hugs were as warm as the sun, as comforting as a Thanksgiving meal.Mom’s hugs always made me feel exactly like I should, regardless of location—like I was home.

“Hey, Mom.”I squeezed her back and held on to her.Somehow, after the last twenty-four hours and the roller coaster Connor threw me on, I needed the comfort more than usual.

It’d been a long time since I clung to her like this and I forced myself to pull back before she grew concerned.

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