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PRESTON

J ordan’s question was far too layered to answer simply. Rubbing my lips together, I shrugged in defeat. “I don’t know, Jordan. With what, exactly?”

She blinked, her face tightening with frustration, and her displeasure brought me a flash of happiness.

I wanted to annoy her, irritate her, the way she’d done to me the last few months.

Sure, she had no idea I had feelings for her, but maybe I was looking for a fight.

Verbally sparring with her was highly entertaining.

She ran a hand through her dark hair and then replied, “You should answer yes, implicitly. ”

“Yeah, but I don’t trust you with everything.”

“Why?” A line formed between her eyebrows, the cute indent truly showcasing her annoyance. A part of me wanted to run my finger over it to smooth it out.

“Because—”

“You know what? I don’t care.” She waved her hand in the air. “My job as your best friend is to help you when you need it. You want a distraction, yes?”

I nodded, my mind racing to predict what she’d come up with.

This girl could suggest throwing knives at each other, stripping, or getting ice cream.

There was no telling what her plan would be.

I did need a distraction. It was like everything warped in my mind: my future, my parents, our family, Jordan.

“We’re playing the most epic game of odds ever.” She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “We can hang at the hotel bar and lounge area. Oh! This will be so much fun. We could get a group of the guys playing too. A whole team of guys daring would be so much fun.”

“I don’t want to drink, Jordan.” I blew out a breath, the tension in my back growing at the thought of her doing dares with the guys.

If they asked her to flash them, she would.

They could dare her to kiss a stranger, and she wouldn’t think twice about it.

I didn’t want to deal with that shit tonight.

“You go. Start the game. The team will have fun with you.”

“You don’t want to hang out with me?”

I met her gaze. There was a slight lilt to her voice, the only tell that she was feeling some kinda way. Her teeth came down on her full bottom lip before she brought a hand up to her throat.

“Wait, Preston,” she said, the worry more evident in her voice.

“I can find somewhere else to stay. I’m sorry I assumed…

fuck. I messed up the reservations, and that’s not fair to you.

I can go somewhere else. I’ll have to go to another hotel since this place is sold out, but that’s fine.

Totally. Yeah.” She swallowed as she pulled out her phone, her fingers swiping over it frantically.

“You’re not doing that.” I closed the distance between us and took her phone from her, tossing it onto the bed.

She frowned up at me, and the almost foot height difference between us had her face at my chest. She smelled like flowers and spice, and in another world, I’d kiss her senseless and spend the night worshipping her.

It would never happen though, and I forced the fantasy to the back of my mind.

Instead, I placed my hands on her shoulders.

“It’s easier to be grumpy alone, that’s all. ”

“But it’s my job to help you ungrumpy yourself.” She placed her hands on top of mine, squeezing as worry crossed her face. “We can stay up here if you want or go to the lounge. Or go swimming. Oh, would a hot tub visit help you relax?”

She moved her hands to my biceps, then forearms. “Preston, honey, you’re so tense. What if we did a little time in the hot tub?”

“I don’t hate the idea,” I mumbled, still determined to be sad and mad. “I don’t think I brought a suit.”

“Who cares? Wear shorts. I don’t have a suit either, but I’ll figure it out.” She laughed before standing on her tiptoes and kissing me on the cheek. “The warm water will wiggle the bad attitude out of you, I guarantee it.”

Ten minutes later, Jordan and I made our way to the tenth floor where the pool and hot tub were. It closed in an hour, and no one was up there. My skin prickled with anticipation, my gut doing this annoying swooping thing thinking about Jordan and what she’d wear.

She doesn’t have a suit.

I couldn’t stop picturing it. I’d seen her almost naked a thousand times. Bikinis and strip poker and wearing a towel after a shower. She was open about nudity, but tonight it felt different.

“Ah, here we go.” She pushed the door open and marched toward the hot tub. “Perfect location. No one is here either.”

We’re alone. I followed her, like I always would, and tensed as she removed the sweatshirt she wore.

Instead of a swimming suit, she wore a tank top thing—a white one—and a black thong.

Goddamn. Her long black hair hung down her back, and the thin piece of string disappeared between her ass and holy shit.

Her ass was perfection. I wanted to grip her cheeks and bite into them until she screamed in pleasure.

My mouth legit watered from staring at her ass, and she caught me.

“Like what ya see, Preston?” she grinned, stepping backward into the hot tub. She was waist-deep, and something wild crossed her face. “Are you feeling reckless tonight?”

I couldn’t speak. My throat closed up with a desperate need for her.

She was so fucking hot it was unreal. Seriously.

I had no idea how I was ever just friends with this bombshell.

I stood there at the edge of the hot tub like a dork as Jordan wiggled in the water and then held up the black piece of fabric.

“I’m feeling a little wild tonight. Care to join me?” She set the thong on the side of the hot tub and then removed her tank top, setting it right next to the material. The way she sat, I couldn’t get a clear glimpse of her nipples, but her tits were right under the bubbly water.

“Jordan.” My voice was husky and cracked. “Someone could see you.”

“Nah.” She waved her hand and twisted to look at the door, and the movement caused her nipple to tease the top of the water.

One more inch. One more please, dear god.

“You be the lookout then. If someone comes in, I’ll put the tank top back on.

” She opened her arms to rest them on either side of her, the position allowing me to take in her large tits.

Her curves were devastatingly perfect, and my cock swelled in my shorts.

There was no way to stop it. The workout shorts I wore were shorter than normal and tight, and I had to get in the water before Jordan noticed.

“You gonna leave me in here alone or nah?” She smirked, running her gaze along my body.

I swallowed my nerves. It was ridiculous how this girl made me flustered. I never got nervous or hesitated. Ever. But with her…I did. I quickly tossed my sweatshirt to the side and stood on the bottom step. The water came up to my upper thigh, and I sighed. “Okay, this feels great.”

“Lose the shorts. It’ll feel better.” She moved toward me, her body staying under the water, as she gripped either side of my waist. Her mouth was right in front of my cock, and any sense of self-preservation left. “Come on.”

“You do that, and my cock might hit your face.”

She laughed, throwing her head back and cackling. My lips twitched at the sound as it echoed off the walls. It was so free, so her. “That funny to you?”

“Yes.” She grinned and stared at my shorts. “I don’t know if you’re teasing me or not, and it’s entertaining.”

“Odds, Jordan. Odds to fifty, you pull my shorts down in this position.”

Her eyes flashed with joy, my challenge pleasing her. Odds was simple: you counted down from three after saying a number. You and the other person said a number between zero and that number, so in this case fifty, and if you said the same number, then you did the dare at hand.

“Three, two, one…”

“Thirty-six,” I said.

“Thirty-six.” She gasped, her eyes darkening. “I chose your jersey number.”

“Clearly.” Every muscle in my body turned to stone. She would see my very erect cock right in front of her face. Maybe, if she had to stand, I’d get a glimpse of her nipples and I could die happy. “Now, follow through.”

“Oh, Bossy Preston.” She smiled wide as she stood a little taller. The bubbles stilled and fuck me.

Her pretty pink and pointed nipples were mine to stare at. They were gorgeous, and her tits were so large and heavy I wanted to bury my face between them. If there was any chance of getting out of this without her knowing how turned on I was, it had gotten shot to hell.

“Fuck, Jordan,” I hissed, staring at her tits.

“What?” she frowned, then glanced down. “Oh, sorry, I’ll stay in the water.” She bent down, but I gripped her upper arm and pulled her up.

“No.”

She blinked before a sly, wicked grin came over her face. “Interesting. Here I thought I annoyed you.”

She stood at full height, her dripping wet hair covering her tits. I moved the hair to the side and stared down with a groan at her wet chest. Her pink nipples tightened, turning into hard little points, and I wanted to taste them more than I needed my next breath.

“You like what you see?” She grabbed my hand and placed one over hers. “Is this what you need, Preston, to get out of your head?”

My hand was on her breast. Holy shit. My hand couldn’t contain her, she was so full and large. I cupped it, letting my thumb brush over her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her eyes dilating as I teased her beaded point.

This was unreal. No way this was happening. Her haggard breathing and throaty sighs were sexy as fuck. She put me under a spell, and I was hooked. “Jordan,” I said, my voice deep and filled with lust.

She leaned forward, gripping my shorts just as the door to the pool opened. I shoved her down, blocking her from whoever entered. “Shit,” she whispered, her movements jerky. “Can they see me?”

“I’m blocking you. Put your shirt and thong back on.” I reached over the side to press the button that caused the bubbles. They turned up automatically, thankfully. Jordan tugged the tank top on, and I handed her the thong. The tiny, wet thong.

“Is that you, Charming?” A familiar voice grew closer.

“Do you want to leave?” I whispered into Jordan’s ear. She still sat against me, her body pressing against mine.

“No.” She moved away from me, remaining next to me, but I liked her on my lap more. “Let’s stay.”

A part of me wanted to head to the room immediately to continue what had started in the hot tub, but it was for the best to let things cool down. I could get my head screwed on right without her fucking tits on display.

“I had the same idea as you.” Liam, our team captain and generally a great human, joined the hot tub. “Hotel pools are a weakness of mine. I visit every one I go to.”

“Really?” Jordan asked, a cute smile on her face. “That’s adorable.”

“Ah, yes, that’s what I was going for. Adorable Liam who always travels with a swimming suit to try out the pools.” Liam teased Jordan with ease.

Too much ease.

“Are you going to try out the pool or just the hot tub?” Jordan glanced at the pool. “We could have a cannonball competition?”

“No offense, Jordan, but you’re not big enough to win that.”

“Hey.” She splashed him. “Never underestimate me and cannonballs.”

“Oh, spicy. I like it.” Liam stared at her in a way I really didn’t enjoy. She was fucking beautiful, so it was obvious why he stared, but she stared back, and I despised it.

I hated that she could flirt with me, tease me, then go straight to him. The cruelest part of it all was that she never spoke anything but the truth. She didn’t play people. She was a free spirit who had commitment issues .

“Let’s go then, Liam.” Jordan stood and left the hot tub, her ass on full display for both of us.

“Fuck.” Liam blinked and ran a hand over his face, then ogled her ass again. Then, he stood and joined her near the pool.

Jordan didn’t wait before jumping in with a cannonball, causing a nice little wave. Liam did the same and made one twice as large. They kept doing cannonballs, three, four times, and I was done.

They were full-on flirting now.

Liam fit Jordan’s description perfect for her dating an athlete tirade.

He was a good guy. The fact he was great made me hate him a little bit, but I didn’t have to watch them flirt.

My cock settled down, and I got up, wrapping the towel around me.

I could sneak away, but I wasn’t a jerk. “Hey, Dan, I’m heading to the room.”

“Oh.” She winced. “I’ll come with you.”

“It’s alright. You’re having a good time.” I jutted my chin at Liam. “No need to stop on my behalf.”

“Is she with you?” Liam asked, the meaning behind his question insanely clear. He glanced at me, to Jordan, then back to me. I had to swallow the urge to say fuck yes, she’s with me because that was what I wanted.

But Jordan answered instead.