Page 2 of The Wildest One
“There’s no question in my mind.” I smiled at my friend. “How many women do you have lined up? One for each night we’re here?” When he said nothing, I laughed. “More?”
“Just one—and that one is more than enough.”
“She’s an ex?”
He rubbed his lips together. “Not quite that. Just someone I used to mess around with.” He dipped his head. “How are you going to spend these three nights?”
Considering it was after midnight, technically, there were only two left.
And my mind had already mapped out every hour that I didn’t have to spend on the ice or in the weight room.
“I’m going to finish this beer, jump in an Uber, go back to the hotel, and sleep until tomorrow’s practice.”
His head fell back as he laughed. “I don’t believe that.”
“Why?”
“Because she can’t take her fucking eyes off you.”
I glanced forward, assuming that was whereshewas located. “She—” My voice cut off as a flash of black and gold came acrossmy vision. “Oh fuck, yes.” But it wasn’t those colors keeping my attention locked.
It was the red of her hair.
Long strands that framed the most beautiful face I’d ever seen. The sexiest lips puckered around a straw as she sipped her pink drink, silver nails sparkling as she held the glass. Creamy skin and a small, sloped nose, eyes of an unknown color because they weren’t on me. They were on the woman she was standing next to. The redhead’s black-and-gold sweatshirt hung open, a tight shirt beneath—showing off the most perfect-sized tits and a narrow waist—tucked into her jeans, which were a little too baggy to show her legs, but I was sure those were just as fucking delicious as the rest of her.
“Sounds like you’ve suddenly changed your mind. Attaboy. We both know there’s nothing better than having sex after a game to let out that pent-up aggression.” He nudged my arm. “And by the way she’s eye-fucking you, I don’t think that’s going to be hard.”
“What are you talking about? She’s not even looking at me.”
She was still gazing at her friend, unaware that I was visually feasting on her, which gave my stare all the freedom to sweep up and down, devouring her body.
“Huh? She’s staring at nothingbut you.” He paused. “How do you not see what I’m seeing?”
I blinked several times, making sure my vision wasn’t messing with me, and when I was sure it wasn’t, I said, “Who are you talking about, Landon?”
His eyes widened as I looked at him. “How do younotknow who I’m talking about? The blonde at three o’clock.”
Three o’clock.
I shifted my gaze until I found the short-haired blonde who was doing just as he’d said—eye-fucking every square inch of me—and I immediately looked away. “Nah, man. She’s not for me.”
“You were looking at someone, practically fucking drooling. Who was it, then?”
“If I was going after anyone, it would be her.” I nodded toward the redhead. “Twelve o’clock.” I let out a moan. “Tell me you’ve seen a woman more gorgeous … I dare you.”
“Damn. She’s hot as hell.” He leaned in closer. “I was with a redhead once—it was a night I’ll never forget. What I’m saying is, get your ass over there and buy her a drink.”
I chuckled. “If I go over there, that’s just how things will turn out—a night I’ll never forget. I told you, I’m getting the fuck out of here and going to my hotel room. Alone.”
A grin spread across his face. “Are you sure about that?”
“I’m positive.”
“Why don’t you look at her again and then repeat those words to me?”
Twelve o’clock was where my stare shifted, and the second it did, I realized why Landon had wanted me to take this second glance.
The redhead was finally looking at me.
