Page 32 of Slapshot Summer
She faced front again.“Hmm.Then I might have a little surprise for you.”
His slumbering cock twitched with interest.“What kind of surprise?”
“Not saying yet.Food first.”
“Okay.Sheesh, one-track mind,” he chortled.
They managed to wiggle their way into the room without exposing too much, but once the slider was closed, he yanked the towel from her.Oh.Yeah.Come to papa.
She squealed and ran for the bathroom, her creamy-white ass jiggling and giving himmorefilthy ideas.
“Are you trying to lure me into the shower with you?”He wasn’t completely serious, though he was tempted to invite himself.
“Later,” came her muffled voice.“I’m all about food right now.”
He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand.A few minutes after one, which left plenty of time for eatingandshoweringandfucking.And repeating all of the above.This vacation had gone from dismal to unimaginably delightful.His attitude had most definitely improved.
When Lexi emerged from the bathroom, she was outfitted in a pair of short shorts and a white tank top sans bra that did a nice job of outlining her assets.Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail at her nape he could easily pull apart.Still unabashedly naked, he sat on the edge of the rumpled mattress and admired her form and the fit of her clothes.If shehadto get dressed, these were acceptable.
“Hey, eyes up here, goalie,” she yipped.
He raised his guilty gaze to hers.“I was distracted.”
She smirked.“Obviously.”
“Sorry, not sorry.It’s hard not to get sidetracked when you’re prancing around like that.”
She looked down at herself and frowned.“Like what?”
Honestly, she had no idea how edible she looked or how badly he wanted to touch her—again.He loved that she lacked that predatory self-awareness many women possessed.The women he met as a pro athlete wereextremelytuned in to how they looked and the effect their appearance had on a man.He’d never complained in the past, but Lexi was … refreshing.Which made her tantalizing.Enticing.Captivating.And damn if he didn’t like being the guy to tell her how beautiful she was, how much her simplybreathingturned him on.Had anyone else ever affected him the way she did?
Never.
While Lexi placed their order, he reluctantly skinned on his board shorts and ripped T-shirt and hustled back to his room barefoot.Probably a good thing he did too because he needed a change of clothes—to put onafterthe shower he had in mind.He also needed to resupply, though looking at his condom stash, hewouldneed that Walgreens delivery.He hadn’t really planned on having sex this trip, and certainly not in the abundance he now counted on.
His phone chimed with a text, and he picked up the device and smiled.
Mom:Shaken off the grumpies yet, J?
He replied with a thumbs-up emoji.Getting into a conversation with Mom right now would only keep him from his mission, and he really had nothing to report.Having a great time boning a super-hot redhead with way more going for her than just her banging body.Yeah, thatprobably wouldn’t fly.
But was his statement true?Yeah, it kinda was.Lexi was much more than her banging body.
As if he were sitting right beside Mom, his brother texted him next.
Yo, bro.How’s it going with the bikini babes?
Though Brad couldn’t see him, Josh rolled his eyes as he tapped out a response.
No bikini babes for this boy.Just chillin’.
Brad:Boring AF.
Josh:Maybe, but I’m enjoying myself.
As Josh was stuffing his backpack with a few items—packing all his belongings in his duffel feltwaytoo presumptuous—another text came in.
“For fuck’s sake, people, leave me the hell alone,” he mumbled as he swiped his phone from the nightstand.But this message wasn’t from his family—it was from his agent.
