I have very mixed feelings about that. Colsen didn’t give me any details other than it was the best sex he’s ever had. He didn’t even need to tell me that, though. The way he looks at Taryn says more than a million words.
And she looks at him the same way.
I’m not jealous. Or at least I don’t think I am. I’m not mad that Taryn is into Colsen. Col is a catch. He’s my best friend in the entire world.
It’s just that I want her to look at me like that too. I want to know how it feels to hold her in my arms, to kiss her.
Maybe I should have asked her to go on a date with me tonight rather than inviting her to the party.
But now it’s too late. I feel like the biggest idiot in town. It’s like my fucking feelings are spiraling out-of-control right now. I’ve just met this woman. We’ve only had a night out on the pier together—with Colsen in tow for most of it—and a couple of phone calls at night.
Why can’t I stop thinking about her? She’s in my thoughts every waking moment, and I’m worried because I’ve been there with Bex.
And I can’t let the same thing happen to me again. I need to get myself back in the game sooner rather than later.
Or she might choose Colsen before I’ve even had a chance to shoot my shot.
“Hey Tucker?” Her voice pulls me out of my own head.
I was so busy freaking out about fucking things up that I didn’t notice that we’re back at our apartment.
“Did you need something from me, or did you just want to be walked home safely?”
“Ha. You’re funny.” I tuck a wisp of golden blonde hair that escaped her ponytail behind her ear. “No, I just wanted to hang out a little more before tonight. Without all the noise of the party.”
The more I think about it, the more I regret agreeing to go and inviting her.
“Why don’t we get a soda and sit on the deck for a few minutes?”
I’m grateful to Colsen for the assist and for offering to get the drinks, leaving me and Taryn alone outside.
She leans against the railing, looking at the sand a few steps away. “This is so nice. She might be a pain in the ass, but I kinda understand why Gen was disappointed that we don’t get to live directly on the beach.”
“You can come and sit here any time you want.” I mean it. “I can ask for an extra key card and you can have it. So you can come in even if we’re at the rink.”
Taryn’s eyes look greener outside in the sun. When she looks at me, I fight the urge to pull her to me and crush those pink, soft-looking lips with mine.
“Are you sure? Your other roommates might not like having a stranger letting themselves into their place.”
I shrug. “I’m sure Colsen and Mack won’t mind. But you’re right. I should ask Nash before I give you a key.”
Something passes in her eyes at the mention of our new teammate. Nash ran to Taryn’s rescue during the audition, covering her with his suit blazer.
The memory of the very brief flash of Taryn’s perfect tits is forever burned in my mind. It’s the very definition of spank bank material.
I bite on my bottom lip as the desire to take one of her pink nipples into my mouth causes a zing of desire at the base of my spine. Blood rushes south and I need to stop thinking about her tits if I don’t want to have an embarrassing situation in my pants.
“Tucker?” Her voice snaps me out of my lust induced daze. “My eyes are up here.”
“Oh, fuck.” I groan. “I’m sorry, I was just…”
Imagining you naked.
Thank fuck I bit my tongue before I said that out loud. “You looked uncomfortable when I mentioned Nash. Did he do anything inappropriate when he whisked you back to the changing room? If he did, I don’t care that we’re teammates. I’ll kick his ass.”
Her smile is soft, but she averts her eyes. “No, it’s nothing like that.”
“But there is something. Right?” Colsen’s voice comes from the doorjamb as he steps out onto the deck with a couple of cans of soda.
