It was far too difficult to rip my eyes off her tight, black, Harley-Davidson crop top.
So, I didn’t.
I mean, the skimpy shirt was much appreciated, but her huge rack was--unfuckingbelievable.
“Trey,” Beau called my name. I chose to ignore him. I needed all my concentration to watch motorcycle girl as she shimmied and shook. “Trey, get your eyes off her. I’m not kidding, she’s off limits.”
“Who is she?”
Beau let out a sigh and sat up. “Lexi Hunter.”
“And she plays hockey? I wonder if she’s any relation to Wes Hunter,” I asked, talking about my all-time favorite hockey hero. He’d been retired for years now, but I still thought he was the best thing I’d ever seen on the ice.
“She’s his daughter.”
My jaw dropped open as my head spun toward my friend. “You’re shitting me? That is Wes’ daughter?”
Beau nodded, then leveled his gaze at me. “Trey, swear to me you’ll lay off?”
I ignored his comment, because I already knew I wasn’t going to promise him that. “I wonder if she inherited his wrist shot?” I asked, genuinely curious to know how Wes Hunter’s daughter played.
“She shoots exactly like him.”
My heart nearly exploded at that knowledge. “So, it’s genetic?”
“Or from the hundreds of hours he’s coached her,” Beau said before he slapped me on the arm. “Trey, I’m dead fuckin’ serious about this. You go after her—and you and I are going to have problems. Do you get me?”
His eyes and face studied mine as he waited for an answer.
The problem was, I’d never give him one.
“Trey,this is one of my besties from back home, Lexi Hunter,” Gigi introduced us. I stuck my hand out and grasped onto Lexi’s smooth, long, pink-tipped fingers.
The ladies had decided to take Lexi out on the town and they’d invited the guys along, too. I was more than happy to meet them wherever they decided to go.
The music at this club was loud, so I leaned over. “Nice to meet you, Lexi,” I said, making a point of holding onto her hand and not letting go. My eyes dropped to her more than ample cleavage.
Christ, the pink dress she wore fit her like a damn glove.
A sexy, tight, rockin’ glove.
Her smile went from nice to huge as I pulled her closer to me. “Nice to meet you, too, Trey.” Lexi’s eyes were a bright blue and I swear I wanted to jump right into them. She gazed down my face, my neck, then the rest of me. And I swear it felt like her long, soft fingers trailed down with them.
“You can let go of her hand now, Trey,” Beau suggested, poking me in the shoulder.
“Let’s go dance,” Gigi said to Beau, but his eyes remained fixed on me. Gigi pulled his hand, and he began walking backward.
“Trey,” was all he said before he turned around and walked off with his fiancée.
“Umm, that seemed intense,” Lexi said with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
It was my turn now to look her over, and I took every acceptable second I could. I noticed a small, diamond stud in the side of her nose that sparkled from the light above us.
I smiled at her and shrugged. “He’s an intense kind of guy,” I said as I laid her palm on my thigh and set my hand on top of it. “But so am I.”
Her head quirked to the side slightly and her eyes narrowed. “I’m getting that vibe from you, Trey.” Then she laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. I thought I saw a flash of silver on her tongue before she closed her mouth.
“Do you have a tongue piercing, Lexi?” I asked, feeling increased blood flow to my dick as I thought about what Lexi could do with such a thing. And what she could do it on.