Page 61 of Goalie's Obsession

Logan chokes on his drink and coughs into his elbow, muttering something under his breath.

I smirk, satisfied. “That’s what I thought.”

He grumbles as he sips. “You’re so far gone, it’s embarrassing.”

“She exists, Logan. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Which is… fair.

Lucy’s lounging under one of the oversized umbrellas, her bright pink bikini making my cock twitch every time she shifts. The bottom ties at her hips. The top is barely fucking there.

Don’t get me started.

There are curves and soft skin and legs that go on forever, and she’s laughing at something Natalie said, throwing her head back like she’s in a slow-mo shampoo commercial.

I’m in hell. Beautiful, coconut-scented hell.

Sophia passes me a piña colada in a carved-out pineapple with a tiny umbrella sticking out the top. “Hydrate, Walsh. You’re looking a little… tense.”

I glare at her, but I take the drink anyway.

A few feet away, Ryder is digging a trench like he’s preparing for a small war, and Blake’s tossing a football with Coach.

Lucy catches me looking and raises her eyebrows.

“What?” she calls out, sipping her drink through a paper straw.

I smirk, standing up and brushing down my board shorts. “Didn’t you try to drink all of Los Angeles dry last night?”

She shrugs, utterly unbothered. “And yet—shockingly—I survived.”

I grin. “Barely. You used me as a human pillow and declared custody over my body heat.”

She lifts her drink in salute. “No regrets.”

Then I catch sight of the paparazzi—lurking down the beach, cameras out, pretending not to be aiming directly at us.

I sigh. “Paparazzi, ten o’clock.”

Lucy blinks up at me. “Wait, what are you—”

I toss my drink in the trash and stalk toward her, heart pounding. I scoop her up, one arm under her thighs, one behind her back. She shrieks, clutching my shoulders as I grin down at her.

“We’re supposed to be dating, right?” I ask, stepping off the edge of the beach toward the surf.

“Connor—!”

I charge straight into the water, laughing as the first wave hits us.

A barrel of laughter escapes from my chest as Lucy shrieks, her arms tightening around my neck. Her skin is warm against mine, soft and slick from the sunscreen.

Every point of contact where her body meets mine sets my nerve endings on fire.

"I can't believe you just did that!" She sputters as another wave crashes around us, but she's laughing. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively as I wade deeper.

"Had to keep up appearances." I grin down at her, watching droplets trail down her neck. "The paparazzi love this shit. They've got families to feed, so let's give them something to sell, hey, baby?"

"Oh, look who's suddenly Mr. Family Man." Lucy's eyes dance with mischief as she pokes my chest. "Next you'll be coaching little league and driving a minivan."

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