My eyes roll, and I remember her telling my dadgrandkidslast night.
“I’ve got to get back.” Hurrying to the front of the cottage, I quickly stop and grab the bottle of wine out of the mini fridge.
Running up the hill, my skin is so sensitive, every tall grass that brushes my legs is a shock of electricity. I’m dripping wet, and I wish I’d had a chance to change my underwear.
“What took you so long?” Gina’s voice is loud from where she sits having her nails done.
Darcy sits with her feet under the dryer, and Boo is taking wine glasses out of the cabinet.
“Maverick was at the cottage, and he… needed some help,” I say, popping the cork.
“Yay! I love the sound of that.” Boo gives me a wink, bumping my hip with hers as I quickly pour the wine.
I put a glass by Gina, and I’m handing Darcy hers when she stops me. “What’s that on your leg?”
My eyes widen when I look down and see a drop of creamy white just below the leg of my cutoffs. Dashing to the sink before she can touch it, I swipe it away with my finger.
“Ice cream. Mav had ice cream.”
“Sounds yummy.” Darcy cuts her eyes at me, and I’m not sure she believes me.
It doesn’t matter, because I do know one thing. Maverick Murphy is not sleeping on that flatbed trailer tonight.
22
MAVERICK
Since I’m not a groomsman, Boo and Gina insisted I tag along with the bridesmaids to karaoke night.
Mom and Aunt Liv arrived before dinner, and they spent the afternoon with Gina and Mindy looking at wedding plans, pictures, locations, and basically planning out how Gina and Owen can tie the knot here once the season ends.
Mom also took every opportunity to ask me to look at this, or what do I think about that, and it’s so nice that it’s Dove’s home and pointing out how much easier it would be to combine forces and just do a double wedding.
Dove and I’ve been circling each other like planets caught in each other’s orbit. The pull between us is so strong, the air practically crackles. I glance at her, and she smiles.
She walks around in those cutoffs and that tank top that stretches agonizingly tight over her breasts, and all I can think of is her in the bed this morning.
Not just her beautiful breasts. I think about her sexy body twisted in the sheets, her hair sticking to her neck like she’d just been fucked good and hard.
That’s how I’d like to do it. If she’s into that, of course.
Fuck, I have no idea what she’s into now. She really blew my mind this afternoon.
I’ve always known Dove was fun-loving and adventurous, but I didn’t think she’d get in the shower with me and help me jerk off. I have to shift my stance at that memory.
“Need some help?” Her soft voice is at my side, and I look down to see she’s in a red dress with thin straps and little white polka dots all over it.
The neck is a deep V, and it’s tantalizing. My Dove is a firecracker, and yeah, I called her mine. She’s hot and explosive and real and fucking good.
I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do about it, considering our situations haven’t changed one bit. She’s still coming back here when school ends, and I’m staying in LA playing hockey nonstop all the way through June.
It sucks, but I’m not thinking about that tonight.
“I’ll always take help from you.” I give her a wink, and her lips press into a smile.
“With the beer.” She points to the pitchers I’ve ordered for the table of ladies I get to spend the evening with.
“I’ll take these. You take the mugs.”
