Page 23 of The Game

Hell, when Veronica and her ex split, she moved in with me and has been there since. If I get in a relationship with Dani, she’s going to have to accept Veronica and Joselyn as part of my life. Shit. Don’t go so fast.

“It’s okay. I had a close relationship with my parents, and I had two best friends I was with all the time. We still talk every week, and then, I have Ashley. She’s…” Dani pauses and then grins. “You’ve met her. She’s something else.” Laughter bubbles off her lips.

“Yes, she is.” Dani’s amusement flows through my veins and warms my insides.

Why not see where things go? Maybe we’re a good match. Shit. I can’t. We’re still months away from the end of the season. I can’t afford to make time commitments that take me away from my goals. The team must be my number one priority.

As we pull into the parking lot of the enormous church, Dani’s eyes grow wide. “How many people will be here?”

I cough and clear my throat. “A lot.”

“How many is a lot?”

She studies the vehicles as I put the car in park. “Well, the last count I heard was five hundred guests.”

Her mouth drops open, and my cock jumps to attention. I’m not supposed to be imagining her lips sliding over my shaft, but that doesn’t stop where my wayward mind slips to.

“I don’t even know five hundred people.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Neither does my cousin, but that doesn’t stop the fun of big families. My mom has four siblings, so someone in here will know Fred from accounting.”

Dani shakes her head. “This is crazy. I can’t believe Ashley convinced me to wear this dress, and now, I’m going to be flaunting my ass to everyone in the area code.” She wipes her hands on the bottom of her dress. “I’m going to kill her,” she growls.

“Don’t hate on the dress.” All rational thought flies out the window. “You look fucking hot in it.”

Her face flushes a deep crimson, and her head tips downward. “Thank you.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful woman in the church.”

“Stop.” She smacks at my upper arm. “You don’t have to go that far.”

“I’m serious.” I cup her cheek. “Dani, you’re beautiful.”

“It’s the dress and make-up,” her eyes are glued to my lips as she murmurs.

“No. It’s all of you.” I lean forward and place my lips over her plump red lips. The first experiment proved her lipstick was made from sturdy stuff. This time, I’m not sure it will survive.

She whimpers, and I’ve got to have her. To hell with any reservations I have, they mean nothing.

Her tongue tentatively brushes against mine, and I groan into her mouth. Screw the wedding. We’ll head straight to the reception. It’s not like anyone will notice anyway.

My hands run up her back, and I pull her closer until she’s nearly in my lap. The only space between us is the gearshift. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and her thigh brushes against mine. “God, Dani, I want you.”

“Shouldn’t we go inside?” Her gaze is filled with desire, and she gulps down air as if she can’t catch her breath.

“In a second. The wedding isn’t until five o’clock.” I pull up the sleeve of my jacket. “We’ve got fifteen minutes. Why mingle when we can make out?”

“Good point.” She grins and runs her fingers over my chest. “You’re so hot in that suit. You took my breath away when I saw you.”

“Wait until you see me out of it,” I mumble and kiss the column of her neck.

“Fuck,” she groans.

My hand skates up the flesh of her thigh. She spreads her legs, and my fingers slip under the tight fabric of her dress. Even though I’m inches away from the holy grail, her heat and scent surround me.

It’s stupid to make out in the back of a church parking lot. I’m praying the dark tint of my windows and the lack of concern people show toward others in public saves us from being discovered.

“Oh, my God.” She grasps my upper arms.

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