Page 139 of Beauty
Head thrown back, she laughs, the sound echoing in the giant space. “Your wives tease me incessantly. This is karma.”
Brooks squirts water into his mouth and sighs. “I can’t control Sara. I’ve tried.”
Sienna gives me a salacious wink. Fuck. She’s enjoying this far too much. She’s also playing with fire. Her brothers aren’t idiots. They’ll catch on eventually. Or the other guys will, and there’ll be no stopping the rumors. I’m breaking every fucking rule. A guy doesn’t touch another player’s sister. Especially his best friends’ little sister. Especially not royalty like Sienna Fucking Langfield.
I couldn’t care less.
I’ve touched every inch of her, and I’ll do it again. Over and over.
“Last-minute request,” Gavin hollers, blessedly changing the subject before we can be called out. “There’s a charity event next Saturday in Michigan, and the Bolts will be there to do a charity skate with the college to raise money. Every one of you should plan to be in attendance.”
Camden nudges me. “That’s where Davis goes to school. They’re fucking testing him out against us. This is bad.”
Frustration and disappointment bloom inside me. Shit. He’s not wrong. But that’s the least of my problems. Because I promised Ollie I’d be at his championship T-ball game, and now I’m going to once again let him down.
Fuck.
FORTY-FIVE
NOAH
Sienna: Seeing you in your jersey makes me think about the last time I was in your jersey…
Me: I’m in the locker room with your brothers.
Sienna: So? Worried they’ll find out you like seeing your name on my back while you spank me?
Fuck.Now I’mhardwhile her brothers mingle nearby.
I covertly eye them, making sure their attention is occupied before I reply.
Me: You know I don’t give a fuck if they find out about us. But I’d rather they not know the details of what we do in private.
Sienna: If you’re so worried about keeping our private life private, then maybe you shouldn’t have gone down on me at the club last night…
A chuckle escapes me before I can stop it, snagging Snow’s attention. He eyes me as he ties his shoe, then straightens and lifts his chin in question.
With a shake of my head, I slip my phone into my pocket, ensuring no one gets a peek at that message.
“Want to grab a drink?” He asks as the guys begin to file out. “I’m guessing they’re all going home to their wives.”
I feel for the guy. He’s lonely, so when we’re not playing hockey, he’s looking for people to spend time with or he’s out prowling for women. Though that’s slowed down a bit, and even when he meets a girl, he doesn’t often take her home. If I had to guess, he’s looking for a real connection. One that I’m lucky enough to have found.
I shake my head. “Can’t. It’s my night with Ollie.”
Camden nods and breaks into a small smile. “Tell him I said hi.”
Lips pressed together, I assess him. “You ever think of having kids?”
That smile turns rueful. “All the damn time.” He shrugs. “Just haven’t found the right person to do that with yet, I guess.”
I nod. “You will.”
He shrugs. “Maybe. Enjoy your night, Harry.”
Once the locker room has emptied out, I take out my phone again and find another message from Sienna. This one, thankfully, is much more tame.
Sienna: Dinner?
