Page 164 of Tangled up in You

He hurried toward the balcony door, leaving everyone to catch up. “Ohmigod, Archer!” The frigid air shocked her system, freezing her lungs and burning her nose. To the right of their room was the hot tub, already uncovered and turned on. Had one of them prepped the jacuzzi while Archer was with her?

“Cold air is good for you. Reminds you that you’re still living.” He set her on her sock covered feet. The chill of the concrete seeped into her toes, and she shivered. “Hurry now, don’t want to get frostbit out here.

“You want me to get into the hot tub in my bra and panties?” He’d gone absolutely mad if he thought she’d get in with little more than a thong and cotton t-shirt bra.

“Naked would suffice. However, I’m willing to take this slow, too,” he replied, yanking off his hoodie and shirt.

Sasha swore she swallowed her tongue. Holy shit, he was gorgeous. His chest was thick, muscular and stood out against his trim, washboard abs. He even had a pronounced adonis belt, directing her gaze to the fly of his jeans. Archer’s tattoos didn’t stop at his shoulders, either. He was covered in them. The intricate patterns and loops enticed her to lick and taste every inch of him.

She was so damn screwed.

He knew it too.

“Fine.” She removed the long sleeve shirt she’d pulled on, then the sleep pants she’d tugged on after Wyatt left her side.

The heat of Archer’s gaze pushed back the nasty chill blanketing the mountain side. Goosebumps formed where his eyes touched her, turning her on. This was all such a bad idea, yet she couldn’t tell him no. Nor any of her friends.

“Holy shit, Sunshine,” Cam said, coming to an abrupt halt a few feet from her. “You’re ripped.”

It was one of the things Jenny insisted upon—being physically fit. Sure, she could race around the track with the guys and hold her own up front as a winger, but being with Wyatt, she had to learn control. Balance. Grace. Everything for her started in her core and spread outward. If she couldn’t center herself out there on the ice, Wyatt and she were doomed to fail before their music even started.

“Flex,” Archer said, his hunger gaze devouring her. “Flex for us. I want to see your sexy stomach.”

She rolled her eyes, but did as he wanted. She didn’t have pronounced abs, but they were defined. Obviously, she was proud of the way she looked, shocked too. The plan Jenny and Evgeni put together for her, really worked. “Happy?”

“More than fucking happy,” he said.

“Showing off again?” Wyatt teased. “I thought we were past that, sweetheart.”

She snickered, glancing up at him. “Jealous?”

“Never,” he murmured. “Not when I’ve got abs for days.”

Did he ever. Wyatt took care of himself. They worked out together in their home gym and while she took online college courses, he went on runs to aid his endurance and took MMA lessons. Not that she ever saw any issue with his stamina. Sasha hummed in delight as she walked over to the stairs. As she went, she took off her socks, the last barrier against the cold then jumped in, feet first to warm her icy soles.

Heat enveloped her in a warm embrace, and she shivered, reveling in the scalding hot water massaging away the ache inher muscles from being in a car for too long and eased the twist in her stomach from seeing Trent again. “Oh yeah, this was just what I needed.”

“Groan like that again, Rogue, and I won’t be able to control what happens next.”

Her eyes flashed open as shock filled her. There they stood in just their briefs the four most gorgeous men in her life, come to life like a wet dream she hadn’t even realized she craved. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve the delectable buffet of men, but she’d take it.

“If I’d known everyone would be here, I’d have dressed more appropriately,” Julian said, his gaze eating up each of the guys while lingering on Wyatt.

Before today, she’d have let Julian’s words roll off her. Jealously wasn’t even a term in her vocabulary. However, the second Julian started for Archer, the green-eyed monster sat up inside her, ready to pounce. No way in hell she’d allow some hussy to step foot in her territory. “Good thing you weren’t invited then, huh?”

Julian cut his gaze in her direction and smirked. “Come now, darling. We can share. Besides, these three will be more than enough for you. You won’t even miss Wyatt.”

A lower, menacing chuckle passed her lips. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, Julian. Wyatt belongs here with me, just like do they. Go poach somewhere else. You’re stinking up the place.”

“Bitch,” Julian sneered.

“Queen Bitch, to you, Julian. Don’t you forget that.” She gave him a finger wave as he stormed away.

Damn... Sunshine has claws,” Cam teased getting in beside her then looping his arm around her shoulders. “It’s good to see you, babe. You look amazing.”

The same could be said for all of them. “You’re not so bad looking either, Mr. Hockey Pro.”

“Please don’t inflate his ego,” Brody muttered, sitting across from her. “His head is big enough. Don’t need it any bigger.”

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