His smile is pure malice, and it hits me right between the legs.
“No, don’t go yet,” Sutton cries.
I quirk a brow.
Saved by his daughter.
Parker climbs out on the other side of the pool, looking like a glamor model in her red bikini with water running over her curvy body. More than a few of the guys drool after her as she moves around the pool toward me.
“Cocktail?” she asks, holding a hand out.
She makes it look like she’s oblivious to the guys’ attention. But she’s not. She’s eating it up and showing them exactly what they can’t have.
She gets off on the power. It’s about the only time hockey players aren’t the ones with all the control.
“Absolutely,” I agree, climbing to my feet and walking away with an extra sway in my hips.My soaked shorts cling to me, but I make it work.
“He’s so fucking gone for you, Case,” she whispers as we approach Dad’s makeshift bar and grab a couple of solo cups.
“Parker,” I hiss.
“What? No one is listening. They’re all too busy playing, and your dad is bossing the grill.”
She begins grabbing bottles of alcohol and sloshing a random concoction into the cups.
“What the hell are you making?” I ask.
“It’s inspired by sex on the beach. It’s called, grope in a pool.”
“Parker,” I whisper-hiss.
“What?” she asks innocently. “You cannot tell me there wasn’t a little fondling going on back there.”
I drop my head to my hands. “Fucking hell.”
“It’s okay. It was totally discreet. No one would have known.”
“You know,” I cry.
“Yes, but I also know you’re already bumping uglies. No one else does.”
I groan. “What am I going to do, Parker?”
“Talk to him instead of fucking him? Talk to your dad?”
Both are incredibly sensible suggestions that I really don’t have the bandwidth for right now.
Of course, I could talk to Kodie. But I’m pretty sure I already know how that’ll end. And as for Dad, what exactly would I say? “Hey, Dad, you know how you’ve always told me to stay away from your hockey players? Well, I’m currently fucking one who probably doesn’t want any kind of future and is going to break my heart, but I’m doing it anyway.” I’m sure that would go down like a lead fucking balloon.
“I need?—”
There are several screams and a loud splash behind us.
“I get it if you don’t talk to your dad, but you at least need to talk to Kodie, find out where his head is at.”
“Parker,” I sigh. “He’s a professional athlete and a single dad. There isn’t any space in his life for me. This is just a bit of fun while it lasts.”
“But what if it’s not?” she urges.
