Page 44 of Rookie Season
While he’s gone, Chloe starts making calls on her phone.
“And voila!”
Ryan reappears at the top of the stairs, and I blink up at him.
He’s wearing bright red swimming trunks with cars on them and nothing else.
“How is that supposed to solve the road closure?” Chloe sighs, clicking off.
I take in his muscled body in all its glory, greedily drinking him in. Whatever he’s up to, I feel like it would solve a lot of my problems.
“We’ve got a hot tub, and it would be a crime not to use it. Let’s go.”
Ryan
The hot tub is supposed to fit twelve, but by the time I get outside in my towel and spot Clay, Nova, Jay, and Atlas in there, it’s getting cozy. Probably because three of the bodies are pro athletes the size of trucks.
“You coming in?” Jay calls from the far side. The shortest of us at six foot, the water reaches most of the way up his chest.
“Fuck yeah. I’m shrinking every second I’m out here.”
Nova shifts into Clay’s lap to make more room, which he doesn’t look at all upset by.
I hang my towel on a hook with a pile of them as I hear the door at my back. Miles and Brooke appear in their robes.
“You seen Chloe and Sierra?” I ask.
“Think they’re still upstairs. Maybe talking,” Miles says, helping his girl as they ditch their robes and climb into the hot tub.
The storm hit worse than anticipated. With the road back to town is closed, Chloe’s freaking out over how to get us back.
The fact is we’re stranded here for the moment.
I get that it’s a big deal if we’re not in Denver for the Christmas game, but I’m selfishly hoping they’re talking about the fact that I kissed Sierra this afternoon.
That’s sure as hell what I’ve been thinking about every second since.
“Nice shorts,” Brooke calls from behind me.
“Thanks.” I glance at the red fabric with race cars on it.
Going back inside to check on the girls seems too obvious. Resigned, I rub my hands together for warmth and take the stairs up to the tub.
The water is hot and delicious.
I take a seat on the edge closest to the stairs, letting my legs adjust to the temperature.
Laughter at my back makes me turn.
Chloe’s first, carrying her e-reader and bag.
“Where’s your phone?” Jay teases.
“Ran out of battery. It’s charging in the living room.” She frowns.
Neither of them is wearing a robe, not that my teammate seems to mind from the way he’s looking at his ex-girlfriend.
I can’t focus on that because I’m watching Sierra in a black two-piece. The suit hugs her hips and breasts. I get a long look at the soft curve of her stomach, the indent of her back, her toned thighs from hours spent on her feet.
