Page 114 of Golden Goal

Hadley groans. “You guys aren’t coming to Cirque du Soleil?”

I shake my head, stifling a yawn. “I’m beat. Brunch at eleven?”

“Make it eleven thirty,” Wes says.

“Sure. See you all in the lobby at eleven thirty,” Holt says. Turning to his sister, he says, “behave.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Wes insists, earning a glare from Hadley.

“You behave too.” Holt points his finger at Wes. “You’re in charge, Hunt.”

“Me? Don’t leave me in charge of them.” Hunter waves his hand at the group.

“You’re the captain, so I figured you’re the most responsible,” Holt says.

Hunter shakes his head, blowing out a breath. “The season’s over. My job is done. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure the ladies get back to their rooms safely.”

The guys nod, and with one last goodbye, we head toward the entrance of the restaurant and back toward our room.

“What do you want to do now?” I ask Holt once we’re in the elevator.

He steps over to me, caging me against the wall. “What do you think I want to do?” he asks before leaning down and nipping at my bottom lip.

I giggle, putting a hand on his chest.

“Sounds good to me. But maybe save it until we get to the room. I’m sure there are cameras in here.”

He grumbles something I can’t make out but takes a step back, wrapping his arm around me.

Holt

“Move in with me,” I blurt out once we’re back in our suite.

“What?” Becca looks up at me from where she’s sitting on the couch, taking off her shoes.

“Move in with me and Hazel,” I repeat, taking my own shoes off.

“I still have six months left on my lease.”

I shrug out of my jacket, lay it on the arm of the sofa, and start to unbutton my shirt.

“I’ll pay whatever it is to break your lease. We’ll get the guys to help, and we’ll get you moved in no time.”

“Isn’t that a big step?”

I push my shirt off my shoulders and undo my belt buckle.

“I think we’re ready.” I pull my belt off. “You’re already over at my place whenever I’m home. You have clothes hanging in my closet and stuff in my bathroom. Why not make it official?”

I unzip my pants and slide them down, stepping out of them. My already half-hard cock gets harder when Becca’s gaze roams over me.

“Eyes up here.” I gesture.

She blushes. “Yes. I’ll move in with you.”

I pump my fist in the air. “I’ll bring it up at brunch tomorrow, and we can coordinate a day.”

Becca stands up, unzipping her dress. “Eager much?”