Page 113 of Pinkie Promise

“How are you feeling after yesterday’s game?” I ask, as I borderline drag him towards the showers where his teammates are located.

Hunter is fully preoccupied.

Now that he’s realised that I have a towel wrapped around my body – and for a good reason too – he’s staring at the fabric like he’s trying to burn a hole through it with his eyes.

“Earth to Hunter,” I laugh. “How was your game?”

He presses himself up behind me as his eyes follow the shapes beneath the towel. “We won,” he says simply, his hands cupping around my hips.

I already knew that they’d won seeing as he’d texted me about it last night.

I also knew that he feltextremelygood about the celebratory selfie I sent to him, seeing as he’d followed up his texts with a photo of his post-game body before he hit the showers.

He wasnotwearing a towel.

“I meant are you sore or anything,” I explain, but then suddenly I’m yelping as he hauls me up, stashing me into one of the small enclosed saunas and closing the door quickly behind us.

I burst into a fit of laughter as he grazes his teeth up my neck and then he pulls away with heated eyes as he trails his gaze hungrily down my front.

“What you got under there?” he asks, jerking his chin at my towel.

I cock a hip and taunt, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He scrapes a hand down his jaw before resettling it on my waist.

“You wearing something that’s gonna get you in trouble?” he asks me quietly.

I swallow a little and then whisper, “I hope so.”

His eyes burn into mine. “Show me, baby.”

I peek out of the steamed-up window to check that no-one will be able to see in, his guys already changed into their swimwear and joining the cheer girls on the other side of the pool, and then I look up at Hunter as I finally open up my towel.

“Happy birthday.”

Hunter arches his neck backwards, taut muscles rolling dangerously in the thick column of his throat. His eyes roam across my breasts spilling out over my lilac bikini top.

Then he lifts a hand to the back of his neck and rips his shirt clean off.

“What’re you doing?” I squeak, going wide-eyed as he flicks open his jeans with one stroke of his thumb.

“Getting changed,” he explains, making a little clothes heap on the floor.

I let out a shaky breath as he strips off his pants and boxers, his stance unabashedly confident as he bares himself to me.

He gives me a good ten seconds of staring time before he finally swipes the shorts off the floor and pulls them up his quads. When he finally drags me into his arms I fall limply against his chest.

“Gonna keep you pressed up against me just like this, baby,” he tells me. “No-one else is gonna see what you had on for me under that towel.”

I giggle as he collects the rest of his clothes using his free hand and then he shoves open the sauna room door, my front still up against his torso as he walks us from the room. He tosses his clothes roughly in the vicinity of the guy’s shower area before heaving me up by my ass and carrying me over to the edge of the pool.

Hunter sets himself down and I extrapolate my legs from their straddle on his waist, slipping quickly into the pool and grinning when the water sloshes warm and wet around my chin.

He steps in after me and I burst out laughing at the fact that the water doesn’t even cover his pecs.

The size difference between us makes my heart feel warm and fuzzy.

“So damn tiny,” he murmurs, his smile-creases giving me butterflies.

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