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I groaned. “Not to any guy I’ve ever been interested in.”

Benny furrowed his brow. “I hate that shit.”

“I know, love,” Rox muttered to him and brought him down for another kiss.

I turned away from them, not wanting to intrude on their moment.

My eyes traveled over to the man I had spied earlier, and he had definitely been staring at me like he liked what he saw. I could work with that. I was ready to take my V card out of my back pocket, and it didn’t matter to me who it was with. Besides, a wedding one-night stand could be fun.

Chapter Two

MATT

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see the smoking hot bridesmaid standing in front of me.

“Hi,” she greeted and pushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

I plastered on my signature cocky smirk. “Hey there.”

I had my eye on this girl all night. She was a rocket with an awesome bod, wearing a dark blue bridesmaid dress that fit her like a glove. She wasn’t subtle, eying me up all night long, either.

The pretty brunette smiled at me and bit her lip. I loved when chicks did that. It was sexy as hell, especially when they did it right before they wrapped their lips around my cock.

Okayyy…maybe I needed to get laid.

My dry spell was no joke. Kinda hard to meet anyone when I was on the road with the team all the time. Especially when I wasn’t sure about my place on the team. Most people I met had dollar signs in their eyes when I told them I was a professional athlete. Yeah, sorry, I was on an entry-level contract, and I didn’t get paid as much as the older guys.

She wrung her hands. “Um…”

“You wanna ask me to dance?”

She nodded. “Yes. Sorry. I’m usually not this forward.”

I grabbed her hand. “Let’s dance.”

That made her laugh, and she let me lead her onto the dance floor. I didn’t even know this chick’s name, but if this hottie was giving me the time of day, I wouldn’t waste it.

I twirled her around and ran my hands down her sides. She was tall for a woman, which I liked because, at six-foot-two, it was annoying to almost break my neck to kiss a girl. I eyed my teammate Noah, who was dancing with his new wife. I didn’t know how he did it with her being a whole foot shorter than him. I didn’t get guys that liked petite girls they could put in their pockets. A leggy Amazon was more my speed.

The mystery brunette wrapped her slender hands around my neck, and I was doing everything in my power to not get hard on the dance floor. She had a body that wouldn’t quit, and the way she danced with me made it hard not to think about peeling her out of that dress.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Maddie.”

“I’m Matt.”

She gave me a sly smile, but over her shoulder, Noah glared at me.

That was odd. He was the nicest guy you’d ever met. The other guys on the Bulldogs gave him grief for being such a Canadian stereotype. But he was glaring at me like he wanted to stab me. I’d only ever seen his expression darken like that when someone cross-checked him into the boards.

His wife, Dinah, pulled him down to her and kissed him, and I turned away, not wanting to spy on their sweet moment. Maddie’s hand played with the ends of my hair, and I bit back a moan. How did women always know that doing that felt good?

I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You better stop that.”

“Why?”

I ground my hips against her, and her ocean-blue eyes got wide as she felt my hardness press against the material of her dress. Then she gave me a sultry look. “Oh, I can work with that.”