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He offers me a proud smile, as if he’s just given me the greatest gift ever. “No problem. Now, how about some beer?”

He bends over to select a few cans from the cooler, and his brows narrow in dismay. Holding them out toward his sister, he lets out a whiny complaint.

“These are warm, Ali-kins.”

Ali rolls her eyes, and I hide my laughter by covering my mouth and tipping my chin down. “Yeah, I know. That’s because we haven’t put them on ice yet, ya dope. The cold ones are still in the fridge. In fact, why don’t you take care of that right now?”

Her brother groans petulantly. “Ah, man. Come on, Ali-gator. I gotta make the rounds with the guests.” Rossy puffs up his chest smugly. “I’m the host with the most.”

We all glance around the room and toward the pool area to take stock of all the new guests who have arrived.

I suppose he has a point.

“I can help you, Ali. You go do—whatever it is you need to do, Rossy.” I wave him off and my eyes connect with Ali’s. This will give me the chance to be alone with her and keep Rossy out of our hair for a while.

Rossy lets out a loud whoop of delight. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, my dude! You’re a good man, Wolf. No matter what people say.”

My head snaps back. “What do you mean? What people?”

Rossy hoots with laughter, like he’s the only one in on a joke, ignoring my questions and spinning around to the fridge. He grabs two cold ones and walks off toward the pool area without a backward glance.

Ali stares after him, a look of amusement across her face.

“Your brother… ” I say, shaking my head as he struts off like a peacock on the prowl.

“Is a piece of work. Tell me something I don’t already know.”

I give another covert check over my shoulder and then step closer to her, catching a whiff of her coconut-scented suntan lotion.

“Okay, then. Here’s something you might not know.” I close the gap between us. The sexy sound of her gasp shoots electricity straight to my cock. I purposefully brush my nose over the shell of her ear. “You look so hot in that bikini.”

Standing side by side, I trace a line up her bare arm with my finger. She shivers and my cock strains for release.

“I do?”

“Mm-hmm,” I rumble, bending down to grab a piece of ice from the box, using it to draw a path up the back of her leg. Past her knee. Underneath the edge of the cover-up. Over the curve of her ass.

The quiet moan that escapes her lips is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“See? You’re already melting this ice cube.”

When I straighten, Ali tilts her head to look at me and swipes the tip of her tongue over her plump bottom lip.

“I just remembered… I need your help with something,” she whispers, clasping her hand around my wrist and tugging me out of the kitchen. I drop the ice cube into the cooler and follow without question.

We weave our way through clusters of my teammates and their wives and girlfriends congregating in the main living room. Most give me nods of greeting but don’t seem at all interested in where I’m going with Ali, who continues to pull me down a long hallway.

Finally, we reach a door toward the end of the hall. She stops, opens it, glances behind me, and pushes me inside.

The door latches closed behind us, and I quirk a brow.

“You said you need my help with something?” I ask, and she makes a noise from her throat.

The next thing I know, Ali winds her hands around my neck and hoists herself up, wrapping her legs wrap around my waist. I hold her underneath her ass—thank fucking God—as she plants her hot, wet mouth on mine.

In this moment, I know without a shred of doubt that whatever happens in this room today, I will leave it a changed man.

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