Spencer #2
I sucked in a breath and willed my instant boner to deflate.
I lifted my gaze to her face, and my mouth went dry.
People wrote songs about women as beautiful as her.
Soulful dark brown eyes and long, thick, glossy hair that I wanted to tug out of the tie and see all tussled and sex tangled.
Her full, pink lips were stretched into a sweet smile as she focused on the toddler in front of her.
How far did that tanned complexion go? Would I find a tan line if she stripped naked in front of me? I didn’t think so. I had a feeling that all that smooth skin was naturally brown. At a guess, I’d say she was at least part Latina.
I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted the copper tang of blood. The sharp pain grounded me, pulled me back from temptation into something more controlled.
My name had me snapping back to attention.
The group had been talking while I stared at the siren in front of me.
I caught one of the women sitting opposite her spin around, a pink flush staining her cheeks.
She giggled, and another woman, who looked enough like her to be her daughter, stared, slack-jawed.
Uncomfortable, I looked away, and my gaze collided with a familiar face. He murmured something to the woman next to him, and I blinked, trying and failing to mask my surprise. Locke Ledger—Hollywood’s latest action hero superstar—was at the team barbie?
Then it clicked. He was the boyfriend Minns had mentioned. I remembered the presser where Ledger had staked his claim.
Gauthier finally got to the only person in the group I was interested in meeting. I licked my lips and sucked in a breath, my shoulders pulling back as I inhaled. Bray stood eerily still next to me, his shoulder brushing against mine as he looked down toward the gorgeous woman before us.
“This is Keeley Fisher, our PR Manager, and her daughter, Hannah.”
“Actually, I’m using my maiden name now. Keeley Torres.”
Keeley. It suited her. A beautiful name for a stunning woman, and her accent when she pronounced her surname was hot as hell. The way the “r” rolled right over her tongue was something I wished I could do.
She shot me a smile. She was beyond gorgeous.
My voice dried up.
Words escaped me.
But Brayden was quick-witted, and that smart mouth of his never failed to deliver.
“Y’all, this team suddenly got a whole lot more interesting,” he drawled. I loved his accent, too—warm and slow like honey—and more pronounced when he was turned on like he was now. “You’re as pretty as a Texas rose.”
“No,” Keeley stated matter-of-factly. There was no room for negotiating in her response. It was no-nonsense. Cutting, even. She pointed her finger at Brayden, her warning direct and merciless. “You’re here to play, Miller, not flirt with the staff.”
Huh, Keeley didn’t say she wasn’t interested. She said Brayden wasn’t allowed to flirt with her. But that was like waving a red flag at a bull. Telling Bray he couldn’t do something only pushed him harder to prove you wrong. Making a point to his dad was how he ended up in the NHL.
Watching him seduce her could easily become my favorite pastime.
My dick bucked in my jeans, and I bit back a moan. Damn. Watching them together would be… fuck. I loved the way her eyes flashed, and then she narrowed them at him. Bray responded to a firm hand the way butter melted under heat. But it needed to be the right kind.
When he felt safe and unjudged, he became pliable.
He would move heaven and earth to do your bidding.
He was feisty and cocky, but it was as much of a defense mechanism—a shield—as a personality trait.
He trusted me and let down his guard, showing me a vulnerable side of him I doubted anyone else knew existed.
Once he trusted her, this gorgeous woman would turn him into putty if she spoke to him in that strong, no-nonsense tone.
Add in her curves, and Keeley could be Brayden’s kryptonite.
Mine too.
I couldn’t stop staring at her.
Brayden was his usual persistent self. He squatted and shot a charming smile to the little girl putting big puzzle pieces of farm animals in their slots. “And, y’all, who is this adorable little one?”
“This is Hannah,” Keeley replied, her gaze focused again on the toddler before her. Her smile was warm and her eyes filled with love for the little girl.
“Dog,” Hannah said and smooshed the border collie puzzle piece against Brayden’s face.
“It is,” he replied. “What’s this one?” He picked up the sheep, and Hannah’s face transformed, her smile growing until she looked giddy.
She discarded the dog and did grabby hands for the piece, getting so excited that she was bouncing on her little feet. “Sheep!”
He grinned and handed her the piece. Hannah held it to her chest like she was hugging it. “Well done! What about this one?” He picked up the Texas Longhorn and showed it to her.
“No, sheep.” She shook her head and lifted her chin, dismissing Bray’s line of questions.
I snorted out a laugh and nudged him with my booted foot. “Aw, Texas, not everyone can share your obsession with Longhorns.”
He ran his heated gaze up my body, stopping at my bulge. “But Longhorns are so… girthy and long—”
“And now we all need a cold glass of water,” the lady with vibrant red curls quipped.
I locked eyes with Keeley and hummed. “Tall glass of water indeed.”
“Come on, we’ll reintroduce you to the rest of the team,” Minns said. I could feel his eyes bouncing between Keeley, Brayden, and me.
I’d come here intending to melt into the background.
But I was hooked. I wanted to be near her, to get to know her.
I wanted to listen to her speak and watch Bray’s reaction.
I wanted to palm his cock and stroke him until he came all over my hand.
On her. It wouldn’t take much. I knew, without a doubt, he’d be as hard as stone.
My decision was made. I wanted Keeley. I wanted Brayden to have her too.
Bray clasped my hand, his calloused palm strong in mine. A tremble ran through him as his body reacted to Keeley, and I had to tug him away when Minns gestured for us to go first. His disappointed exhale was enough to reassure me I wasn’t alone in this infatuation.
There’d be time tonight to get to know her. I’d make sure of it.