Page 62 of Pinkie Promise

“Do you like it though?” she asks quietly. I look down at her face and see those big eyes twinkling up at me.

“Your cheer outfit?” I ask, giving myself a couple of seconds to glance down at the crystals shimmering over her tits.

“Yeah,” she says, leaning back a little, helping me get a better view of her.

I tear my eyes away from her as my temples begin to throb. “You don’t wanna know how much I like it, Fallon.”

When we get to the entrance of the building, I shove her a little higher up my body and then jog the distance to my truck, not liking the rising intensity of this snowfall one bit. Once I’ve got Fallon in my passenger seat, tucking herself into the belt, I close her door and round the front of the truck.

I toss her stuff into the back and get the engine going, shoving a spare jacket onto her lap before I crank up the heating. AsI carefully manoeuvre out of the lot I tuck my tongue into my cheek, tapping the window wipers into action as the flakes begin falling thicker and faster. When we reach a red light I let myself glance down at Fallon, who’s just made my fucking week by snuggling up inside my jacket.

“Looks good on you,” I say as the light turns green, but in the next second I’m stomping hard on the brake as a car from the other lane swerves onto our side of the road. It brakes just in time to prevent itself from colliding with the vehicle right in front of us, but it’s close enough that everyone around us starts laying on their horns.

“Jesus,” I mutter, as the driver slowly makes their way back into their lane and the traffic flow resumes. My right hand is gripping into Fallon’s soft thigh, and she places hers hesitantly on top of it, stroking my knuckles to calm me down. “We need to pick a place and wait it out there until the snow stops,” I tell her. “We’ve gotta be equidistant from the hockey house and your condo right now so, uh, if you wanna choose where we stop off at…”

She slides her fingers over mine and I choke back a gruff sound. “We’re closer to your house,” she murmurs. Her eyes are on her lap, giving me a whole host of ideas.

Very, very bad ideas.

I grip her thigh more firmly as I see the turn that I’ll need to take if we’re heading to my place.

“You sure?” I ask. “You wouldn’t rather me take you to yours and I’ll just wait it out in the foyer?”

I feel her eyes on my face. Then she crosses her bare thigh over my hand.

“Right,” I grunt, before hitting the indicator, knowing damn well where this is about to go.

Chapter 17

Fallon

I grab my gym bag from the backseat as Hunter opens up my door, taking my hand as I step down into the rising blanket of snow. He hoists me up his body as soon as he realises that I’m already ankle-deep, he shoves the door closed, and then jogs us to the entrance of the hockey house, slipping my bag from my fingers so that he can take the weight of it on his right shoulder.

I wriggle to dismount as he takes the first steps inside but his fingers tighten on my body, silently telling meno. I wrap my arms around his neck, silently replyingokay.

“Tanner’s out,” he says as he reaches his right hand into the front pocket of his joggers for the key to his floor. “Don’t know if Caden will be back yet. He was picking up his girl from the airport.”

“Girlfriend from home?” I ask, surprised.

Hunter wedges the metal o-ring halfway down one of his fingers, before raking a hand through his hair, melting the rogue snowflakes down the side of his tan face.

“High school sweetheart – that’s why he’s living on our floor. Tanner and I have less through traffic than some of the other guys on the team.” His cheekbones flush a deep ruddy colour and he rumbles, “Sorry. Maybe that was a bad way to word it.”

It might have been a bad way to word it but, for some reason, my belly begins to pound.

“Through traffic,” I repeat, secretly intrigued.

He drags his hand down his stubble, taking the stairs two at a time. “You know what I’m talking about, right?” he asks, his tone low. “Like, the kind of stuff that goes on at the frat houses. That’s why Caden lives with us, because Tanner does his stuff elsewhere and… and, uh, and I…”

He rolls his lips into his mouth, shutting himself up before he can say anything else. He glances briefly down at me and I feel my pupils dial out at his towering angle.

Suddenly he drops me to the floor and, when he moves me so that I’m in front of him, I realise that we’ve reached the door to his floor.

Now that I’m not facing him I have the courage to ask, “And you?”

His large palms ease his jacket from my shoulders and, holding them firmly, he gives them one rough knead.

“Sure you wanna know?” he murmurs.

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