Page 117 of Pinkie Promise

Fallon’s roommate fires the ball straight at Tanner’s skull, and he curses and dodges it before shooting her a burning glare.

Then he starts striding towards her.

“Oh Lordy,” Fallon says, immediately trying to swim over to Aisling. I grip my hands around her hips and heave her back against my abdomen.

Tanner is not about to hurt Aisling O’Malley. If anything, he’s probably about to tell her that he wants to kiss her. But seeing as Fallon is clearly concerned I shove her up the side of my body and intercept Tanner’s steps, pushing my palm against his shoulder so that he backs up.

His eyes snap straight to mine before they lower down to Fallon’s.

“What?” he asks her, before glancing briefly back over to Aisling.

“We’re about to go,” she explains, “but I can’t do that if I think that you’re about to… I don’t know, commit homicide? I can’t tell if you want to murder Ash or marry her and, honestly, both of those options are a little disturbing given the circumstances.”

Tanner levels her with a look. “Fallon, I want to fuck her brains out. Can’t put it any more simply than that.”

Fallon looks up at him open-mouthed, before flushing red and twiddling nervously with her blonde bun.

“Well, I… I’m not sure that this is the time or the place to… well, to f-word her brains out.”

Tanner glances around at the pool filled with all of our friends.

“You think?” he asks dryly. “I’m not gonna do anything dumb, Fallon. Just… when it comes to meeting someone… sometimes it’s instant. And for Ash and me…” He glances in her direction and takes a deep calming inhale.

Fallon’s breathing pauses, taken aback. I rub my palm over her hip and give her a reassuring squeeze.

“Just ease up on it,” I tell him finally, because I can’t afford one more detour away from Fallon’s bedroom.

Tanner gives me a nod, mainly to placate Fallon. Really we both know that he’ll be tailing Aisling all night, trying to understand why she won’t give him another shot.

Tanner and I smack our shoulders together, and then I’m carrying Fallon out of the pool, grabbing her towel from the pile of my clothes and holding it around her as she walks to the chicks’ shower room.

I lean my bicep against the wall without breaching the entryway, my eyes raking up and down her beautiful body.

“I’ll be two minutes tops, and I’ll wait for you by the exit doors. Take as long as you need, baby.”

Fallon looks behind her, checking that we’re alone, and then she pushes up on her tip-toes to kiss me, gasping as soon as I slide my tongue inside of her.

I walk her backwards against the inside wall, my hands cupping her cheeks as I fill her up with my tongue. I lick her ina frenzy, groaning hard when she tries to meet my firm strokes with little sweet ones of her own.

“Not here,” I grunt, as she tries to push my hand down her panties. “I need to see your bedroom. Need to have you in there, baby.”

She huffs dramatically before she finally relents, shoving me roughly in the chest to try and get me to back up.

Awesome. I’m gonna die from this hard-on.

“Two minutes,” I repeat, before heading to the guys’ shower room.

I give myself the fastest hosing of my life, yank on the jeans that I came here in, and then I gather up my shit before standing at the doors like a bouncer, ready to toss Fallon over my shoulder and haul her ass to her bedroom.

To say that I’m excited to have her after our stint of no sex is the understatement of the damn century.

A minute later she leaves the girls’ shower room with her big towel wrapped around her body and a secret smile on her lips.

It’s only when I notice that her bikini isdangling from her fingersthat I understand why she’s smiling like that.

My eyes almost bulge out of my head.

She’s wearing nothing beneath her towel right now? In front of my whole damn hockey team?

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