Page 128 of Sin Bin

The group burst out laughing.

“Seriously though.” Jess was grinning. “It was more romantic than that. After the game that night, he took me to dinner at this super fancy restaurant. We’re talking white tablecloths, candlelight, a string quartet, expensive wine—the works. It was sooo romantic. After dinner we went for a moonlit drive and ended up at some lookout point. When he started kissing my neck, I was done for. Seriously. I turn into pure jelly when guys kiss and suck my neck.” She paused. “But they have to do it the right way. They can’t use too much tongue. I hate when dudes slobber all over me and think that’s supposed to turn me on. It’s like, ew, if I wanted to be drooled on, I’d get a fucking dog.”

Laughter swept around the table.

“Anyway,” Jess continued with sparkling eyes, “he took me back to his place that night and rocked my damn world. I kid you not! That white boy can fuck! He taught me things I never knew before. And like I said, his dick is the perfect size for me. It’s nice and thick and meaty—not too big and not too small. He definitely knows what to do with it.” She grinned lasciviously. “On top of that, he can eat pussy like a champ.”

This drew bawdy whoops and whistles.

“Aw, shucks,” Scarlett teased. “Get it, Jess.”

Nadia grinned warmly and draped an arm around Jess’s shoulders, hugging her close. “I’m so happy for you and Dubs. You make such a beautiful couple. I really hope everything works out.”

“You and me both.” Jess rested her head against Nadia’s for a moment, then took a big slurp of her cocktail and lowered the glass with a sly grin. “I’m still trying to get the goods on Hunter. He doesn’t really sleep around with bunnies. I’ve heard that he has more, shall we say, refined tastes.” Her grin spread. “I’ve also heard rumors that he might be into some really kinky shit. Like bondage and stuff.”

Nadia and Scarlett giggled as if sharing some private joke.

Jess narrowed her eyes at them. “What have you heard? Spill it.”

The two cousins grinned at each other. “We’ve been speculating that Hunter might be an undercover Dom.”

Bianca’s hand shot into the air. “Ooh! Me, too!”

Meadow smiled as the girls shrieked with laughter, drawing stares from other diners. Three men sitting at the bar raised their glasses and winked at Jess and Scarlett, who rolled their eyes dismissively.

“Anyway,” Jess went on, “I’ve been so tempted to ask Dubs if Hunter is a Dom, but we’re still getting to know each other—great sex notwithstanding. Plus he’s not close enough to Hunter to know his personal business like that.” Jess grinned at Nadia and Scarlett. “Why don’t you guys ask Reid and Viggo?”

“Um, that’s not exactly something you ask your fiancé about another man,” Nadia said wryly.

“Seriously,” Scarlett agreed. “Viggo and Reid are insanely jealous and possessive. If we asked them about their teammate’s secret sex life, it wouldn’t go over too well.”

“Not at all,” Nadia confirmed.

Jess looked to Meadow. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Meadow asked guardedly.

“Since you and Logan are just friends—” Jess made air quotes around the words “—maybe you can ask him about Hunter. They’re BFFs, right? So if anyone would know about Hunter’s secret sex life, Logan would.”

Meadow made a face. “I’m not asking him about Hunter.”

“C’mon. Why not?”

“It would be too awkward, for starters. I don’t even know how I’d work that question into a conversation. Like, ‘Great game tonight. By the way, does your team captain wear leather masks and tie up women in his spare time?’”

The others cracked up laughing.

Meadow smiled. “Hunter’s really sexy and mysterious, but there’s probably nothing to the rumors about him being a Dom. You know how it is. The less people know about someone, the wilder the speculation about them. Hunter might have an adventurous sex life, but that doesn’t mean he’s leading some secret BDSM lifestyle.” She shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think Logan would tell me.”

The others sighed, looking disappointed. “You’re probably right.”

As they resumed eating, Jess grinned mischievously at Meadow. “So what’re you getting Logan for his twenty-fifth birthday?”

Meadow smiled almost shyly. “It’s a surprise.”

“Really?” Everyone leaned toward her with avid curiosity. “What kind of surprise?”

She told them the story about Logan’s childhood idol, Argentinian heavyweight boxer Thiago Cervantes. They were as moved by Logan’s heartbreak as she’d been.

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