One
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Brady
Six Months Prior…
I roll over and drape my arm across the slim waist of the gorgeous woman next to me. The woman who rocked my f*****g world last night.
I’m no stranger to one-night stands. In fact, I have rules to ensure all my hookups remain just that, which is why I’m waking in a high-end hotel room this morning.
My five-year-old son, Theo, stayed with his mom, Hannah, overnight, but regardless, women don’t come back to my place. The last thing I need in my life is a psycho jersey chaser knowing where I live and showing up unannounced. It’s Hooking Up 101 for the best wide receiver for the San Francisco Kingsmen.
I pull her toward me and my morning wood pokes into her ass. She stirs in her sleep and rolls over to face me. She blinks a few times before fully opening her dark, alluring eyes, focusing on me. Once opened, she widens her eyes and gasps, bolting upright in bed.
The sheet slides to her waist, gifting me the perfect view of her modest but perky breasts. Her eyes follow mine and she snags the sheet, yanking it to her neck.
I’m not sure why she’s being modest. Last night I had her bending every which way. She’s gotta be a gymnast.
I chuckle and flop on my back. “Good morning.”
I link my hands behind my head and my elbows fall to the sides. She left me enough sheet for my lower half to be covered, but her gaze roams down my chiseled chest to the tented sheet caused by my d**k. She licks her bottom lip and my c**k twitches, hoping that means we’ll go another round.
“Morning,” she says in a soft voice.
At the club last night, with all the music, we had to shout to hear each other. It wasn’t until we got to the hotel that I fell in love with her voice. It’s soft and alluring and comforting. Maybe she’s a nurse or something where she needs a good bedside manner.
I reach to touch her thick, wavy dark hair hanging over one shoulder, but she shuffles away. “I should probably get going.”
My forehead creases. She looks at the tent, licks her lips, and her cheeks are flushed. She wants me to convince her. “Do you have to run off so quick?”
Most one-night stands, I would have been long gone by now. Most one-night stands, I’d have left them the room service menu and a classic “had a great time” note by now. Most one-night stands, I don’t lazily wake up naked under a sheet, hoping for another round. But this petite spitfire has something the others didn’t. I just can’t pinpoint what it is.
“I need to get home.” Her eyes skim the area, searching for her clothes strewn around the room, and return to me. We weren’t exactly careful when undressing last night. The best sign of a one-night stand. “Can you turn around or close your eyes or something?”
I bark out a laugh. “Sweetie, I’ve already seen everything. And hell, I’ve already tasted everything too.”
Her cheeks pinken and my heart warms from garnering that reaction from her.
“Even so, do you mind?” Her eyes widen, a tone of annoyance in her words.
“I gotta hit the head anyway.” I whip the sheet off and stand, then strut across the large suite to the bathroom, feeling her gaze on my bare ass every inch of the way.
Oh yeah, she wants me as badly as I want her again. She just doesn’t want to admit it for some reason.
I finish my business and return to the suite. She sits in the chair snuggled in the corner, buckling the ankle strap of her heel, dressed in the outfit she wore last night—a long see-through lace skirt with booty shorts underneath, a white V-neck crop, and a bright-pink jacket that ends at her waist.
While most of the other women at the club were wearing short, skintight dresses, this woman had a style all her own. It was the first thing I noticed about her and I liked that she wasn’t afraid to stand out in a crowd. It’s refreshing actually.
She rises from the chair and looks at me expectantly. “Think everyone in the lobby will know I’m doing the walk of shame?” Her laugh sounds empty.
“If they were present last night, they’d know there’s nothing shameful about it. In fact, I think we should have a do-over.” I draw her into my arms, but she places her hands on my chest to keep our bodies from being flush together.
“You’re naked.”
I glance down between our bodies at my erection. “You could be too. I asked for a late checkout when we got here last night.”
She’s shaking her head before I finish talking. “I had a great time, but like you said last night—this isn’t going anywhere. We had our fun and now I need to go.”
I frown, not liking my own words being recited back to me. “Maybe I spoke too hastily.”
“No, you were right.” She steps back from me and picks up her purse from a nearby chair. “It was fun… a lot of fun.” Her gaze drags down my naked body again and she clears her throat. “But I’m not looking to get involved with anyone either.”
She makes her way to the door and I follow her.
“Let me at least give you my number. Maybe we can meet up again sometime?” I shake my head, not understanding why I want to see her a second time, but the urge isn’t one I can control at the moment.
She turns when she’s at the door. “No, thanks.”
I’m slammed by her response because, in all the years, no one has ever turned me down. I stand there silently.
She giggles, obviously satisfied with herself. “Don’t take it personally.” She turns back around and grabs the door handle, twisting.
“Wait!”
She looks over her shoulder.
“At least tell me your name.”
Last night she said she wanted to keep names out of it. I didn’t have to tell her mine—if she didn’t recognize me, there were enough people using my first name. But no matter what I tried, she wouldn’t budge on hers. At the time, I didn’t mind. I’ll use whatever pet name when I’m between her legs—sweetie, sexy, babe—it doesn’t matter to me. But how the hell do I track her down again if I don’t have at least a first name?
“I told you last night. I don’t do names.” And with her closing the subject, she walks out of the hotel room without a backward glance.
I stand and wait a few beats, thinking maybe she’ll change her mind. Even after I shut the door, I anticipate a knock on the door that never comes.
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