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Anddamn it all,if Brett didn’t look evenmorehandsome than the first time I saw him.
Which somehow madeeverythingworse.
This is gonna be a long night,I thought, using Sofia as a human shield as we stepped into Brett’s amazing, probably multi-million dollar, home.
6
Brett
Adin of conversation rose among the guests, who mingled all throughout the house and backyard as the party began to hit its stride. The DJ I hired played jams in the open living room, where a group of gals tried to get the dance party going.
Best part? The BarDown Brewery beer was flowing—and it was a huge hit so far.
“Here, try this,” I said, filling two pints of the same beer for the newest arrivals: Rust and his wife, Isabelle.
Rust swirled his glass, took a whiff, then a small sip. “Hey.” He took a bigger swig. “Damn, Brett. Not bad. I love it.”
Isabelle’s eyes widened with surprise after she took a sip of her own. “Wow! I’m not a big beer drinker, but that’s really good, Brett!”
I cracked a smile. “I’m glad you guys like it. Because that one’s called Captain.”
Rust’s eyebrow arched. “What are you telling me, kid? I’ve got my very own beer now?”
“It’s an American-style lager brewed with Noble hops,” I said. “A crisp, dependable, and always refreshing classic.”
Isabelle clung to her husband’s side. “Aw! Just like my Rust!”
“So I’ll be getting royalties, right?” Rust joked.
I laughed. “You wish, Cap.”
The doorbell rang again, and I excused myself to greet the latest newcomers. Brock and Connor stood on my doorstep.
“’Bout time! Get in here, boys,” I said as I welcomed them in with bro hugs and back slaps. “I was starting to think you were gonna skip the party to play Xbox all night.”
“Yeah, yeah,”they grumbled in unison.
They’d come with their girlfriend, Sofia.
Sidenote:yes,theirgirlfriend. Brock and Connor were always super close friends, but a couple years ago, they surprised everybody by announcing they were both dating the same girl. Which would’ve been shocking by itself—but even crazier waswhothey were dating: Sofia Miller, who happens to be Coach Miller’s daughter. Yeah, that was a crazy time for Coach and the rest of us in the locker room, but hey, it’s clear Brock and Connor both love their girl. And at this point, I don’t think anyone can deny the arrangement works for them. As long as they’re cool and keep helping us win? No one cares what they do in the privacy of their bedroom. Although that doesn’t mean we won’t chirp them for it … because that’s what us hockey players do to show love—poke fun at each other.
I waved Sofia in and gave her a hug, too. “Sofia! Sup girl, how are you?”
“Um, hi, Showtime,” she murmured. She felt all cold and timid in my arms, which wasstrange,because Sofia’s always been a sweetheart who’s never been anything but warm and friendly to me. Had I said or done something to piss her off?
That’s when I realized Sofia had brought a friend. The girl with the silky blonde hair stood on the porch with her back turned to me—which struck me as kinda weird and antisocial when you’re a guest at someone’s house and meeting them for the very first time. But I wasn’t about to complain, because the chick in the tight black dress wassmokin’hot, even from the rear.
Or especially from the rear,I thought, the sight of her perfectly plump ass putting a husky knot in my throat.
“And who’sthis?” I asked, an undeniable note of interest in my voice. I was already imagining the two of us alone in my bedroom, late at night, peeling that dress off her curves, and smacking her booty over and over just to study how it jiggled …
Seriously, that ass might have even been nicer than the girl’s from the sex store. And I didn’t think they could get any better than that.
“Um,” Sofia stammered, grimacing. “Showtime, I want you to, er …meet… my best friend.”
Sofia’s best friend slowly turned around on the porch, her head hung low. My eyes hungrily roamed her petite figure, taking in how her dress hugged her feminine curves and showed the sexy little swell of her tummy—my absolutefavoritepart of a woman. Something inside me stirred, and she tied a husky knot in my throat.
She stepped inside sheepishly, almost like she didn’t want to come in. Golden waves of hair framed her radiant, almost dewy face, and cascaded down her back. Her rosy lips formed a pout that made my heart skip a beat.
