Page 34 of The Hat Trick

Too bad I’ve always wanted what I shouldn’t have, and I watch Dumont walk out with his hand on the small of Chandler’s back. I’m determined to have her.

14

The tension from the Matt situation still lingers while we leave the arena. Vince told me he planned on me leaving with Brent today, but then I showed up to the game in his jersey, and whatever plan he had in his mind went out the window.

Somehow a different plan is now in place which is how we’ve ended up at Brent’s house, outside of the city. It’s smaller than I would’ve thought, considering I know these guys make an obscene amount of money. I didn’t look it up, Audrey did, and I kind of wish I didn’t know.

Vince has told me he lives in a penthouse, though I haven’t gone there yet. I expected Brent to also live in some extravagant home, but it’s really not. We are in a high-end neighborhood, where the homes are nice, but it’s not a mansion by any means. It looks like a pretty typical single-family home.

Brent opens the front door, and leans against the door frame as Vince parks in the driveway. He seems a lot more at ease than the last time we were all together, and it makes me feel less awkward about going into this again. And maybe nothing will happen. Maybe we will all just hang out as friends.

Yeah, right.

As I approach, I take in how this relaxed version of Brent is even sexier than I’ve seen him before. Even though I can appreciate the suits they wear, the gray sweatpants and tight t-shirt he has on is doing something for me.

He moves to the side slightly so I can walk through the door, and Vince isn’t far behind me. I look around the home, and I was right, it’s nice, but it’s not what I would expect some multimillionaire hockey player to live in. The front door opens to an open floor plan where the large living room and kitchen can be seen behind the stairs that lead to the second floor.

“I like your house,” I tell him.

“You’ve barely seen any of it,” he chuckles.

“Then, maybe I should get a tour,” I attempt to flirt.

Brent’s eyes scan my body, I’m wearing Vince’s oversized jersey, leggings and Doc Martens. Definitely not the sexiest outfit, but the way his eyes burn as he examines me makes me feel like I could be naked in front of him and get the same response.

Vince wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “You go ahead and get a tour, I’ll be down here waiting for you.” Though his words are innocent, the way he says them isn’t. I don’t know how he made that sound sexual, but he did.

I turn my head slightly and he kisses my lips softly before letting me go, pushing me forward into Brent’s arms.

“Just remember what I told you before about wearing my jersey. I still intend to fuck you in it,” Vince says as his parting words before dropping onto the couch in the living room, and turning on the TV like he didn’t just set my entire body on fire, while literally pushing me into his teammate’s arms.

Brent’s hands tighten around my waist briefly before he drops them, and I don’t like the missing warmth. He doesn’t touch me again as we walk through the house. He shows me through the various hallways, and I realize it’s bigger than I originally thought.

“I’ll show you my favorite part of this house,” he says as we head down the hallway on the second floor.

He opens a door to reveal a large bedroom, and I assume it’s his bedroom.

“Your room? I’m not going to lie, Brent, that’s slightly anticlimactic,” I joke.

He chuckles. “No, it’s not because it’s my room.”

Brent walks over to the double doors on the other end of the room and opens them to reveal a balcony that looks out onto snow covered mountains, and I smile, joining him on the balcony.

“This is slightly more impressive than just your room,” I say.

“Only slightly, though?”

I shrug.

He watches me for a few silent moments, the quiet night surrounding us before he finally moves over toward me, standing at my back, and bracing his hands on either side of mine on the railing. He presses closer, his chest flush against my back. I swear I can feel his heart beating rapidly. Which takes me by surprise considering how Brent carries himself. He always seems so confident, and sure of himself. Plus, from my previous experience with him, he seems to be his most confident in the bedroom.

The thought of Brent possibly being nervous right now or anticipating what could happen next between us has me leaning more into him. His hands move from where they are gripping the railing onto my hands, then sliding up my arms and down my body until resting them on my hips. He presses tighter, turning me around so my back is against the railing, and our chests aren’t even an inch apart.

His fingers lightly run through my hair, pushing my bangs to the side. His green eyes watch me closely, as his hand moves down to the nape of my neck.

“Are you sure you want this?” he whispers.

I nod. “I really do.”

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