Prologue
Beau
Icouldn’t stop staring at Dean Frost. He was stunningly beautiful, with bright green eyes and hair dyed to match.
Then he laughed.
He threw his head back, his lips curved up into a smile that nearly split his face. I was absolutely sure that time stood still. Dean Frost was beautiful perfection. It was like sunshine shot from his body and straight into mine. Lighting me up from the outside in. But I had promised my teammate, Jackson Olson, who was now engaged to Dean’s brother, Maverick, I would stay away. There was something about Dean, though. From the moment I had seen him at practice, I couldn’t look away.
When Dean caught me staring, he didn’t shy away. He lifted his chin in a friendly manner, then went back to his conversation. I was well aware of who he was, the guitar player for Mulligan Downtown. He was also Maverick Frost’s brother. Maverick Frost, who my teammate Jackson Olson had been in love with since they were kids. Rockstars weren’t normally my thing. I liked to keep my hookups to people that weren’t famous. People who didn’t invite the paparazzi just by showing up. But Dean was different. Which was why I couldn’t stop staring.
When Dean headed toward where I was standing by the bar, I knew that he wasn’t coming to speak to me. His glass was empty, and he obviously needed a refill. He ordered his beer and then turned to look at me, a smirk tugging at his plush petal-pink lips.
“You’re teammates with Jax.” His voice sent shivers up my spine as he leaned forward to speak in my ear. It was soft, but still masculine. “Refresh my memory. Which one are you again?”
Was he flirting with me right now?
“Beau,” I answered.
Up close, he was even more handsome. The skin on his face was creamy white, but his neck and arms were covered in colorful ink. I wondered if the rest of his body was tattooed. Thoughts of peeling back his clothes filtered into my head, but I pushed them away.
“Aw, right. The captain.” Dean grinned, exposing a set of even white teeth.
My brows shot up. “You follow hockey?”
“A little. I mean, Jax and Tommy were huge into the sport when we were kids. I was dragged to more than a few games because of my brother.” Dean took the beer the bartender handed him, but when he went to grab his wallet, I stopped him and quickly handed over my card.
Dean nudged my arm. “Already buying me a drink. What’s next? Dinner and flowers?”
“Maybe.”
His eyes went wide, and his shoulders tensed.
“I’m kidding,” I assured him, and Dean relaxed. “Just something a friend would do.”
“A friend? Is that what we are now?”
“Yeah, a friend. I’m sure we’re going to be seeing quite a bit of one another now that your brother and Jax are engaged. You’ll come to Boston. You might need someone to show you around.”
Dean dipped his head and gave me a shy smile, a blush appearing on his cheeks. Shit, he was cute. “I have my brother for that.”
“Maybe you’ll want to give him some space. You know, so that he can be alone with his fiancé.” I wasn’t lying aboutthat part. I had plenty of married teammates and friends who complained about how inconvenient it was to have sex with their visiting family in the next room. I had been that guy once, too.
He flushed. “Oh... Uh... Right.”
He took a long swallow of his beer before he spoke again, and I enjoyed watching the movement of his Adam’s apple. Imagined sucking on it. Licking it. Biting it. My dick twitched in my pants.
“You’re probably right about that. I’m staying with my buddy right now, Killian, and his fiancé, and honestly, they have the loudest sex I have ever heard. Kind of embarrassing.”
“For you or him?”
His ears burned red, and he gave a nervous chuckle. “Both.” He gripped the back of his neck. “I should invest in some earplugs or noise-canceling headphones while I’m here. I left mine back home. I usually use them on the bus when we’re touring.”
“Probably a good idea.” I tilted my head, soaking every inch of him in. I bet he smelled good, too. “And where is home?”
Dean took another swig of his beer. “California. You know, the whole rockstar thing.” He rolled his eyes.
“I’ve never really cared for it much. California, I mean,” I told him, and I meant it.
