“Vick, how the hell did you get in here?” I nod to the server to let Tamron in. Her mouth opens and her jaw almost hits the floor when she sees Colt. “Holy shit. Is that Colt Chastain?”
“It is. Cole, this is Tamron, and she’s a huge fan. Tamron, do you want to dance with him?” Tamron doesn’t utter a single word. She stands and stares at him with her mouth wide open. I take a step closer to him, making sure that our bodies don’t touch. “Be a gentleman, Cole. Don’t leave a pretty lady hangin’, darlin’.” I exaggerate a southern accent to get my point across and walk away, but I feel his eyes on me. As much as I pretend not to notice, I do. And as much as I don’t want to be affected, I am.
FOUR
After introducingTamron to my teammate Jarvis Jones, I escape. If fangirl had a face, it would be Tamron. I know her type. She wants to be with a professional athlete, and it doesn’t matter which one. She was as happy to be on Jarvis’s arm as she was when she wrapped herself around mine. I didn’t want to be out tonight. I had to be dragged out by my teammates, and since my son is with his grandma, I had no excuse. Now, I’m glad I did. I never look to meet women at clubs, but tonight is a pleasant surprise.
Vickie was the first thing I noticed when I got here. All I saw was a nice ass and an incredible pair of legs. I recognized those legs the instant I walked into the VIP section. She was sitting on the chair like she was a queen on her throne. She has an air about her, as if she’s above everything. I imagine those bare legs on my shoulders while I have my head between her legs, but it was her face that almost made me fall over.
Beautiful, smooth brown skin. She has high cheekbones and lips so full I know I can spend days kissing her. She has a cute little nose and big eyes, surrounded by thick and long eyelashes.
I look around the club and find Ethan dancing closely with Tara in the corner. When he finally looks up and catches my eye, I tilt my head and gesture for him to join me. He leaves Tara, and she runs to the ladies’ room with Vickie, who makes a point not to look in my direction. I can’t help but admire the way her tight skirt hugs her ass. That perfect, round ass. She’s not a big woman, only a little taller than her sister, but her body is tight and lean, yet also soft and pliant. And those legs. I’m counting the days until I can run my hands freely over those legs.
I stare at her ass until she turns a corner and out of my sight. Jesus, the things I can do to that ass. Ethan’s sharp elbow jab in the ribs brings me back to reality. I ignore his smirk and gesture for him to follow me back to the bar. I’m almost tempted to order a drink, but I get another water instead.
“How did you get a woman like Tara?” I ask him. “You lucky son of a buck.”
The one attempt at a relationship I had after my wife died traumatized my son and left me jaded. That’s one of the things Ethan and I bonded over. Both of us single fathers trying to raise our boys without their mothers and wading through a pool of women to find one who accepts that we’re a package deal.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He takes his drink from the bartender and downs it.
“I remember the last time you had a date,” I remind him.
“Oh, shut up.” He visibly cringes at the memory. “I don’t consider that a date. And you better not say anything about that to Tara.”
I let out a loud bark of laughter. “Relax. That was way before she came into your life. And what about that strawberry blonde I saw you eating with all those months ago?” I laugh at the angry glare he gives me.
“Obviously, I’m not into strawberry blondes. And it was business, and that was enough.”
“Exactly my point. You were more anti-dating than me.”
“Well, things changed when I met Tara.”
I look around the club, and when I don’t see Vickie, I lean closer to Ethan and say, “What’s the deal with her sister?”
“Tough nut to crack, but nice. Loyal to a fault. All the Taylors are loyal like that.”
“Put in a good word for me.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “What?”
“All you have to do is step outside and women throw their panties at you. You don’t need me to say anything for you.” I down my water and request another.
“Usually, but she’s different. I don’t think she cares about me being an athlete. In fact, I think it annoys her.”
“That sounds like Vickie.”
“Is she with someone?”
“Don’t think so, but even if she is, she doesn’t strike me as the type who would invite him over for Sunday dinner.”
“Ah,” I say, raising an eyebrow. “The type to make you work for it. I should have known she doesn’t have a man. He’d be crazy to let her out looking like that by herself.” Ethan puts down his drink, sighs and shakes his head. “Did you see her legs? Jesus.”
“Word of advice. Nobodyletsthe Taylor women do anything. Remember that. That southern gentleman thing that you do won’t work on her.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “You New Yorkers,” I say with my best southern drawl. “I do declare, this is no act. You Yankees kill me.”
“Yeah, good luck with that. And what happened to your—” he tilts his head until he finds the right word, “arrangement.”
“That’s over.” After my attempt at a relationship imploded, I made a different arrangement with someone. It was purely physical and lasted less than two months. It became mechanical. Those early days when I was able to screw without an emotional connection are gone.
