Page 115 of Pinkie Promise

“You got that right,” he grins, and he hauls me up against his middle. I wrap myself around him tighter, laughing when he presses a kiss over my breast. “You know, I went to see my baby siblings this morning. Got me thinking about somerealtraditional stuff that I wanna do with you.” He smirks to himself and then adds, “Well,toyou.”

I gasp as he teases my nipple, hard beneath my bikini, with his teeth.

He jerks his chin at me and murmurs, “Let’s make a baby.”

I lose all control of my limbs and he slides his hand down the back of my bikini bottoms.

But just as he’s about to dip down and kiss me I feel something large press right up against my back.

I jerk at the feeling and twist my head to find Tanner towering over me, his eyes boring straight into mine.

Hunter’s hand grips into me harder and I press my front up against his pecs, eliciting a satisfied sound from deep in his chest.

“What the hell’s she doin’?” Tanner asks me, unfazed by the fact that I’m now the jam in a hockey player sandwich.

I blink up at him in confusion. “W-what are you talking about?” I ask.

He jerks his head to his left, and I try not to go cross-eyed as Hunter presses hungry kisses over my cleavage.

I glance over in the direction that Tanner is gesturing towards and I breathe out a light “hmmm” as I watch a two-hundred-pound hockey player wrap Aisling up in his arms.

“Care to explain?” he asks quietly, the vulnerability in his voice recapturing my attention.

We share a long look that has my heart aching for him.

“I thought Ash had a boyfriend,” he says. “Why the hell’s she lettin’ Tristan grind on her from the back?”

I wince and swallow. “Ash broke up with her boyfriend.”

Tanner’s eyebrows skyrocket.

“Come again?”

“Please don’t make it a big deal,” I whisper desperately, slapping my palm over his mouth before he can say anything else.

He narrows his eyes on me and folds his arms over his chest.

“I guess she’s just hard-launching the fact that she is now very much single. She’s been so low up until today, she deserves a little relief.”

Tanner removes my hand from his mouth and says, “Trust me, Fallon, I can give her relief.”

I choke on thin air because I have no idea how to respond to that.

But to my surprise, Tanner doesn’t spend the rest of the afternoon trying to one-up Ash by flirting with our friends. Instead, he fully turns his back to the group and starts a detailed conversation with Hunter about the NCAA Tournament games, ahead of the coveted Frozen Four final that they’ve been working towards.

Hunter holds me gently by my belly, his front against my back, and he rests his chin over my shoulder, slowly scraping his stubble back and forth over my skin.

By the time that Hunter is on his second bottle of beer my skin is so affectionately sensitised that I’m thinking,maybe Icouldmake a baby.

He takes a pull on the beer and then holds the bottle in front of my lips, giving me a small baby sip and then smiling at me like I did a good job.

“I missed you this week,” I tell him, scrunching up my nose at how insecure that sounds.

He places his bottle beside the pool and then cups my cheeks with both of his hands. “Yeah?” he asks.

I nod my head and his chest swells with satisfaction.

“I missed you too,” he says, his voice low and deep. “Thought you were needing space or something.”

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