Page 136 of Bagging the Blueliner
If he looked this bad now, I couldn’t imagine how wrecked he’d be in the delivery room.
Groaning, Amy declared, “I’m going to the bathroom. Again.” Pointing a finger at the other three ladies, she said, “Don’tdiscuss anything major until I get back. I’m still upset I missed the Cal and Hannah reunion.”
Liam put a hand on her lower back. “I’ll go with you.”
She deadpanned, “Great.” Addressing her friends again, she added, “If I’m not back in fifteen minutes, it’s because I can’t get my shorts back on in this heat. Why the fuck is it almost ninety degrees in September?”
My eyes widened. Amy wasn’t one to swear often.
Hannah softly replied, “Ames, hon, you’re wearing a dress.”
Amy’s skirt flew up without warning, revealing a pair of skin-tight bike shorts underneath. “The chub rub is brutal the way I’m sweating. Plus, they have a full panel to support the bump.”
Liam’s look of horror turned deadly when Preston snickered. Those two were best friends, but if looks could kill, Preston would be six feet under.
“You are so fucked, man,” Preston chuckled. “You have no clue what’s coming for you.”
Growling, Liam ushered his wife away from us, and I winced at the painfully slow waddle of Hannah’s best friend as she made her way across the long lawn to the indoor restrooms.
Pulling Hannah’s body flush with mine, her back to my front, I dipped my head to her ear. “I concede on the giant Viking spawn. I’m pretty sure you’d topple over with a belly that size, and I’m bigger than Liam. But if that kid gets his shoulders . . . Yowch.”
With how close I held her, I could feel her body vibrating as she tried to hold in her laughter. Turning her head to peer up at me, she smirked. “Repeat after me, big guy: Hannah’s always right.”
Tickling her sides, her squeals of laughter filled the air. Dropping my voice an octave, I growled, “Hannah’s about to be laid across my knees, that’s what she is.”
I could hear the smile in her voice as she taunted right back, “Lucky for me, you’re all talk.”
Tightening my grip on her waist, I said low, “When you’re on your knees and I’m fucking your face, you won’t be able to talk. Remember that.”
Turning in my arms, her eyes were alight with amusement. “Time to put your dick where my mouth is.”
Fuck. Now she had me hard, at a party full of small children.
“Vixen,” I snarled.
“Benji’s here!” Jaxon called out. Using Hannah’s body as a shield, I adjusted myself in my pants.
“About damn time,” I responded. “That guy is gonna get so much shit for going MIA this summer. I don’t care how many topless beaches he found in Europe.”
Jaxon frowned as he looked out across the lawn. “Who’s that he’s with?”
With my interest piqued, I moved to stand next to my best friend and see what he was talking about.
Sure enough, Benji was walking hand in hand with a blonde woman. Her curvy body was the total opposite of the stick-thin women that were usually his type—they were plastic while this woman was all-natural. In front of them was a little boy with dirty blond hair about Beau’s age.
Stunned, I watched their approach. Benji was the most promiscuous guy on the team, and now he showed up with a woman who had a kid?
What the fuck happened this summer?
I ribbed Jaxon, “Damn, dude. I thought you were the only one into MILFs around here.” A sharp elbow connected with my side, and the air left my lungs in a rush. “Oof.”
Glancing down, I found the culprit—tiny Natalie, pretending nothing had happened.
Smug, Jaxon said, “Piss off the pregnant lady. Smart.” Narrowing his eyes, he surveyed the three walking toward us. “I think I know that kid.”
Snapping my head to look at him, I asked, “What do you mean?”
Beau hurtled across the lawn, yelling, “Knox!” before he ran right into the blond boy, knocking him to the ground.
