Page 69 of Wild Love
“Okay. Go away now. My friend is here.” She points to Quinn coming out the back door.
I hold a hand over my heart like she’s wounded me. “Ouch.”
“I’m sorry, but you know the rules. I can’t have them wondering if something is going on between us.”
“Knew you couldn’t handle all this temptation. I’ll be in the pool. Come find me when you’re ready to admit defeat.”
Declan is sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in the water. I take a seat next to him. From this position, the whole party is in view.
“It’s kinda like you’re the lifeguard sitting up here watching over everyone.”
He chuckles quietly. “Might need to be. How’s the knee?”
“Good.” I stretch out my leg. “I did a light workout this morning, and I should be able to participate in camp this week.”
“I’m getting excited. Vacation always feels too long.” Declan is a quiet guy, so usually, when he talks, I listen. He’s going on about hockey and the upcoming season, but it’s background noise because, across the yard, Dakota’s stripped off her dress and is standing talking to Quinn.
The black material of her bikini top pushes up her tits, and the tiny bottoms are just a step above a thong. And my hat. Damn, her wearing my hat in that outfit shouldn’t be so fucking sexy. Why is everything she does such a turn-on? It’s really inconvenient in this battle of her not admitting the attraction between us.
As if she can feel my eyes on her, she angles her body and meets my gaze. I don’t know if she can see my eyes pinned on her ass from behind my shades, but just in case she can’t read the lust pumping through my veins, I dip my chin and push my sunglasses down, so she knows I see her. I always see her.
I swear she shakes her ass at me as she flips her head and turns back to Quinn. It’s going to be a long fucking day.
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Dakota
This party is nuts.It’s a lot like the huge parties back at Valley but with better alcohol and more girls that look like they model on the side. Who am I kidding? They probablydomodel on the side.
The sheer number of girls is pretty incredible. There are easily two girls to every guy. I doubt that’s an accident. Threesomes for everyone!
As afternoon turns into evening, the music gets louder and more people strip down to their suits. Quinn and I sit in lounge chairs next to the pool. Every once in a while, we get sprayed with water, but we have a great view without being in the middle of the team and puck bunnies.
“Come with me to pee,” Quinn says. Despite how she rubbed me the wrong way when we first met, she’s growing on me. She wears her insecurities like armor, and it makes her a tough nut to crack, but underneath all the name-dropping and obvious hero-worship of the players is a cool girl.
“All right.” I swing my legs to the side and stand. My skin is warm from the sun, and the ends of my hair are still wet from a dip in the pool earlier.
Maverick stands between us and the pool house at the back of the property.
He’s with Jack and Leo and a group of girls that just arrived. I swear every group of girls that walks outside is somehow more gorgeous than the last. These girls aren’t playing. They strut out, already stripped down to their suits, hair done, high heels, and a waft of perfume floats around them. I’ll give it to them. They know how to make an entrance.
A tall brunette with legs that never end and boobs that even I’d like to cop a feel of smiles at Maverick and leans in closer, resting a hand on his forearm. Listen, I’ve got nothing against puck bunnies. You do you, girl, but can you just not look at Maverick like he’s the next conquest on your list of players. I will cut a bitch that does him dirty.
I waggle my fingers as we pass by. His head turns to watch me, and I have to admit it feels good to have him check me out when there is an endless supply of drop-dead gorgeous girls here.
At the pool house, sliding doors open to a large open-concept space. There’s a bed on one side and a living area on the other. There’s even a small kitchen. It doesn’t look like it’s used often. It has a whole just-staged vibe with lots of whites and blues.
Quinn goes into the bathroom, and I sit on the edge of the bed to wait for her. I wish I had my phone. I’d love to talk to Reagan right now. I miss her.
Two of the girls that were talking with Maverick come in while I’m still waiting for Quinn. Including the boobalicious brunette.
They don’t see me initially or just don’t acknowledge my presence.
“His contract is less than a mil,” the brunette’s friend says as they walk back toward the bathroom. When they realize it’s occupied, they linger.
“I don’t care. I want to make my own money.” She pushes up her boobs and adjusts her bikini top. She’s working it. I would too. They really are something. “And Johnny Maverick would be a great career boost. His family already has money anyway. I bet he’d invest in my fashion line.”
“Yeah, you just have to make him fall in love with you first.”
