Page 62 of I Could Be Yours

“Oh yeah, that’s Connor,” Lavender confirms.

“Why did I not know he was covered in tattoos?” Dred makes it sound like this was an intentionally kept secret.

“I had no idea, either,” I reply.

“He’s always so put together off the ice. He wears tailored suits; his hair is perfect and neatly cut. Even when he comes to Callie’s games he looks like he’s ready for a posh night out. He’s been sitting beside me for months. And here he is, covered in ink, looking like a delicious bad boy.” She sounds mortally offended.

“Why did we not know you have a thing for guys with tattoos?” Hammer asks.

Dred shrugs. “I don’t know. Sometimes I date guys without tattoos. Although it’s been ages since I’ve been on one. I’m just a sucker for guys that have them. Especially guys with bodies that look like they were chiseled from stone, who also attend little girl’s hockey games to make them happy. Gah.” She fans herface. “He’s hitting all the bad boy who’s really a marshmallow buttons so hard right now. Do not tell Flip I was checking out Connor. He will lose his mind.”

“He did fuck Flip’s sandwich,” Hammer muses.

“And Flip fucked his shirt, so I’d say they’re pretty even,” Lavender adds.

“Are they, though? Because apparently, it was Connor’s last clean shirt,” Hammer notes.

“I don’t get why Flip just didn’t fuck his own shirt,” I mutter.

Dred jumps to Flip’s defense. “Based on what I know about Connor’s family, his shirts were probably softer and more plentiful than whatever Flip had.”

“That’s probably accurate.” Flip was forever doing laundry when we were teenagers, cycling through his limited wardrobe at an unprecedented rate.

“Boys are ridiculous.” Lavender checks the time. “I’m getting hungry, and honestly, there is zero chance that Kodiak won’t want a pre-dinner vagina snack, so I’m going to help end this game, if that’s okay with the rest of you.”

“I’d like to eat an actual meal before it’s my bedtime,” Dred agrees.

“Same,” I chime in.

“Me also.” Hammer nods.

Lavender adjusts her white thong bikini and stands.

Kodiak’s head whips in her direction.

“I’m going to jump in the shower before dinner,” she calls to him.

“I’m coming.” He pulls his massive body out of the pool and eats the distance between him and his wife in two strides. He takes her bag, then dips down and tosses her over his shoulder.

“See you at dinner! Say forty-five minutes?” Lavender calls.

“Make it an hour!” Kodiak shouts over his shoulder.

“That man is gone for her,” I observe.

“Totally. Absolute couple goals,” Dred agrees.

Everyone else abandons the game, partnering off to havesome pre-dinner sex. I gather my things and purposely bend in the direction of the pool while doing it. When I straighten, Nate is already gone.

Guess I get to take care of my own pre-dinner needs.

I spend extra time on my hair and makeup and pick out a sexy little dress, but I end up at the opposite end of the table as Nate for once. I throw out the idea of going to the resort night club, but everyone is sun tired and wants to go back to their rooms. What they really mean is that they want more sex. Or in Lexi and Shilpa’s cases, they actually want to sleep.

It starts raining on the way back to our rooms, forcing us to rush off, so I don’t have a chance to toss out another invitation to Nate. Texting him is out of the question. I’ve already extended the offer. I won’t do it again.

I’ve just changed into my nightshirt when there’s a knock at my door. I put my eye to the peephole. It’s Nate. I do a breath check before I throw the door open. It’s pouring. And he’s soaked.

“There’s a leak in my room,” he announces.

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