Page 21 of Good Vibes Only
So I’ll give the little guy credit: it’s pretty cool watching a guy his size thrive. The few games I’ve seen, my eyes stay glued to him when he’s on the ice. Probably because he’s the only player a hockey dunce like me can tell apart from all the others out there.
“I haven’t met him yet, have I?” I asked, just to be sure.
“Hmmm. No, I don’t think so.” She turned to me with a contemplative look cresting her brow. “You know. It just occurred to me—you might like him, if the height issue isn’t a deal breaker. He’s pretty handsome.”
“So you’re telling me there are at least two handsome short men in Vegas,” I said.
“Seems unlikely, right?” she admitted with a giggle. “But he’s handsome. And I’m pretty sure he’s single, if you’re on a quest for a short king.”
“I’m really not,” I snickered, “but thanks anyway.”
Finished painting her lips, Sofia put her makeup away. “Okay, I’m ready! Shall we pry the boys away from their games and head out?”
I slid off the vanity. “Let’s do it.”
* * *
We made our way downstairs and found an abandoned living room, the video games turned off, the boys nowhere to be found.
I snickered. “Wonder if they heard us griping about the video games.”
“Hellooo? Bo~ys?” Sofia called out. “Where are you?”
“In here,”two voices called out from the kitchen.
We found Brock and Connor patiently waiting for us at the kitchen island. They’d transformed into dashing men, both in suits with no tie. Brock wore his hair neatly styled, while Connor’s curls were a perfect mess. They evenstoodwhen we entered the room, like proper gentlemen ought to.
“Wow,”both men said, their eyes locked on the woman they shared.
“Damn, baby.” Brock greeted Sofia first, taking her into his arms. “You are stunning.” He cradled her head and softly planted his lips on hers. I discreetly glanced at Connor to see his reaction—did it make him jealous when Brock and Sofia kissed? Did it turn him on? How did he feel when his girl kissed his best friend?
But Connor’s reaction was the same as it always was: a devious glint sparkled in his eye as he watched. Inspired—and maybe atadbit jealous—Connor spun Sofia around and claimed her lips as his own with a hot and heavy kiss.
The sight of Sofia sandwiched between two passionate and fiercely loyal men had me biting my lip.
Yow.
And yeah, I know, Ijustsaid their lifestyle isn’t for me—and I stand by that. But that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to think it’s hot, okay?! Frankly, the push-and-pull charge of their trio is sinfullyhot. And as someone who’s made her living in the sexual wellness industry, I cherish my little outsider’s glimpse into their lives, alright?!
“So who’s driving this clown car?” I asked, cutting through the charged tension.
The boys laughed.
“Connor, why don’t you?” Brock asked, and smoothly tossed the key fob to Connor.
“Deal,” Connor said, snatching the keys out of the air and pocketing them. “As long as you drive home.”
“McKayla, would you mind riding shotgun?” Brock asked, and draped a possessive arm around Sofia’s shoulders. “I want the back seat with Sof.”
“Sure,” I said.
The four of us stepped into the garage, and their black BMW SUV unlocked with a chirp. I climbed in the passenger seat like they wanted. Connor fired the engine and we reversed out of the garage.
It wasn’t a long drive—as Brock told me, Showtime lived in Summerlin, like a lot of the other players.
“Does anyone live in the city?” I asked.
“Only the young guys, really,” Connor said.
