Page 47 of Wrapped Around My Heart
Not wanting to wake him, I carefully slip from Dean’s arms, making sure to pull the blanket up over his arms. Thankfully, my pants and underwear are easy to find at the end of the bed. Once dressed, I grab my things from the dresser, place a kiss on Dean’s cheek, and tiptoe out of the room.
When I’m halfway out the door, with my hand still on Dean’s to make sure it doesn’t slam closed, I look toward my room and freeze.
The sound that woke me up, the sound of someone struggling to get in a room, is coming from a man in a hoodie trying to get intomyhotel room. Before I can even think to say anything, not that I would know where to start, the sound of a bolt being unlocked in front of me draws my attention away.
My throat dries at the sight of Greyson standing in the doorway across the hall, an ice bucket in hand as he watches me with an unamused stare. Swallowing thickly, I turn back to my room, ready to point out the man, only to find the hooded figure disappearing around the corner.
Dude’s probably drunk and thought it was his room.
I turn back to Grey, finding his gaze locked on the door behind me, and finally realize what he’s seeing.
Me sneaking out of Dean’s room.
Shit. Tell him you were with your brother.No.Idiot. He would find out in the morning that Landon was out all night with some of the other guys.
“Umm…this isn’t…I wasn’t…I was just,” the words tumble out in a whisper.
Grey just stares at me, eyes darting behind me once more, but he remains silent.
Not wanting to wake anyone up and risk being spotted by anyone else on the team as they come back to their rooms for the night, I carefully let go of the door, wincing as it latches closed, hastily grab Greyson by the arm, and drag him into his room. He follows along, forcing me to let him go once we’re fully in the room so he can lean against the bathroom doorframe while I continue farther in. Immediately, I begin pacing.
On my pace back in his direction, I notice he left the door to the room open just a crack.
“That wasn’t what it looked like.” I start, stomping away and hoping my words will trigger him to saysomething. Anything to help break the awkward silence growing between us.
When he doesn’t, I pivot on my heel to face him. Greyson rests easily with his arms crossed and a single eyebrow raised at me. His lack of verbal response only causes me to ramble more.
“Okay, well, maybe it was what it looked like. I mean, notreallywhat you think but probably pretty close.”
Still, he stands there like a fucking statue.
“Fine! Okay, it was exactly what it looked like. But fuck, Grey, you cannottell my brother.”
Both his eyebrows shoot to this hairline and while it is not the time for it, I mentally pat myself on the back for getting a reaction from Greyson Moreno.
I sigh, plopping down onto the closest bed, and drop my head into my hands. Before I can say anything, though, the bedroom door opens, making my head snap up just as it hits Grey with a softthud.
Even still, the fucking man barely grunts in response.
So much for thinking that Stella softened him up.
Dean pokes his head through the opening in the doorway, eyebrows adorably furrowed as he tries to find what he hit. When he does, he opens his mouth to say something, only for his eyes to widen almost comically when he spots me on the bed.
Dean doesn’t hesitate once his attention is on me, and he barely spares Greyson a second glance as he rushes over to me.
Dropping to his knees, his hands find my thighs while he scans me from head to toe.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks quickly, hands rubbing up my sides, to my shoulders, then back down to my hips as he checks me over. Before I can answer him, though, he fires off another question. “Is something wrong with the baby?”
“Baby?”
My heart drops at the sound of Greysonfinallysaying something. I shoot him a half-assed glare over Dean’s tense shoulder, only to end up barely stifling a giggle at his expression.
I’ve seen Greyson in a lot of different settings. From his excellent resting bitch face that he reserves for when he’s on the ice, to the secret goofball hiding beneath the surface that only comes out for his daughter. But the look of pure shock he’s wearing right now? It’ll be one that I remember for a while.
His hands hang at his sides as if they fell the moment he heard the word baby. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide in shock.
Dean drops his forehead to my thighs, grumbling a curse word under his breath. My hand finds his back automatically and starts rubbing.
