First Luna. Then Faye. Then Harper. And now?—
“My woman is the shit,” I hear and turn to Gray, whose gaze is glued to his woman, pride shining brightly on his face.
“Yeah, she is,” I agree.
But I’m not paying attention.
Because there’s movement down the hall behind him and my pulse is speeding through my veins and…
Fuck, Lainey is beautiful.
Dark curls flowing down her back, sumptuous curves I want to stroke. Kissable lips, sexy brown eyes. Hell, even her nose is beautiful.
And adorable.
I want to kiss the tip of it then press my lips to her forehead, to her jaw, to find out if kissing the spot behind her ear makes her shiver and melt against me?—
“Lainey,” Gray says, jarring me out of my thoughts and shifting in front of me, pulling her into a hug.
And something else I want?
To fucking murder him for daring to touch her.
Especially with she pulls back and doesn’t move to hug me, just smiles shyly as she tucks a curl behind her ear—or tries to, anyway. Because it springs free and, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to feel that strand of hair.
Trailing over my naked skin.
“Hi,” she murmurs.
“Hey,” I rasp and Gray’s head whips in my direction, his lips twitching, the fuck.
A pause.
“Right, um, well.” She slants a look over at Faye. “I’m already late, I should go say hi.”
“What are you doing, man?” Gray mutters as I watch her walk away.
Yeah, I’m staring.
Yeah, it’s obvious.
“What?” I mutter back.
“She’s not for you.”
I whip toward him, glare. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“Takes one to know one.” A smirk. “Have you ever spent more than one night with a woman?”
Fucking nosy bastards, the entire lot of my teammates.
And anyway, I’ve spent more than one night with lots of women.
Sometimes two nights. Even three. Hell, there was that one time, it lasted five nights.
And the time I thought it would last for?—
I slam the lid on the memories, lock eyes with my teammate. “That’s not any of your business.”
