Hotshot (The Bennett Brothers 1)

His eyes begin to glow in the honey color that sends another ripple of sexual desire shooting through my body. He notices—and gives me a cocky grin, hauling us both to our feet.

My shirt is gone in less than a second, leaving me in only my bra. His heated gaze rakes over me, and goose bumps break out on my skin. “So fucking perfect,” he rumbles.

“Shower.”

“Shower sex is also on my list of favorites.” He scoops me into his arms, walking us to my bathroom. “And I plan to take my time.”

“I like this plan,” is all I get out before we’re at it again.

“I can’t believe this is going to be your life! You’re a lucky bitch!” Claire yells loudly over the screaming fans all around us. “If you don’t get Shaw to introduce me to Perry Carver tonight, I’ll hate you forever!” She bangs on the glass, getting into the action.

I raise a questioning eyebrow at Shaw, and he confirms by nodding his head then goes back to typing on his phone.

“What are you doing? How can you be on your phone with all this excitement?” She waves a hand in front of his face and points to the hockey game going on.

“I happen to have four football players who had games today, including my brother. It’s my job to review their performance. I also have two other hockey players on the ice tonight.”

“Jeez! You’re a buzz kill.”

I pinch her arm until she squeals. “Remember who got you these seats and who’s going to introduce you to Perry later. If I were you, I’d be a little nicer.”

“Sorry, oh Master Shaw, I didn’t mean to make fun of you for being a serious dud.” She winks at him playfully, and he grumbles beside me.

There’s a loud boom, and I jolt in my seat as two players smash up against the glass in a scuffle, sending our entire section in an uproar.

“Come on, you two. Can you at least act like you’re here to have fun?”

“I am having fun!” I defend myself.

“Then have a few beers, jump up and cheer, let loose. It’s only a few hours until you can crawl back into your sex cave.”

I suck in a deep breath and look around to see who heard her, and start to blush when many of the people around us are eyeing me. Shaw chuckles, clearly not caring then leans over to kiss my head. “I’ll go grab us a few beers. I need to make a call anyway. Try to keep the hyena from publically declaring our entire sex life, okay?”

He gets up to leave, and I turn my glare to Claire. “I can’t believe you said that,” I hiss.

“It’s true!”

“But I don’t want the entire world to know. Have a little class.”

She starts to laugh and plops in her seat, turning to me. “You’re the color of a tomato.”

“I’m mortified.”

“That makes me happy.”

“My embarrassment makes you happy?”

“No, the fact that you’re showing signs of being back to yourself. I’ll stop with the comments, but I needed to see for myself you still had some of the old you.”

The buzzer sounds, and the players skate off the ice for intermission. The seats around us start to empty, and we have a small amount of privacy.

“I’m getting better. Having him here with me makes me feel whole again. The two weeks away gave me some clarity, but overall, I realized I don’t want to be without him.”

“Was that even an option?” She sits back and looks at me, stunned.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “A part of me thought, if I got out of the way, he’d find a way to have a cohesive relationship with Sasha. But he’s made it clear that’s not the case.”

“You’d better never, ever let him know you even thought about those things. He’ll go insane. He’s proven time and time again you’re the most important person to him. Damn, I didn’t realize how fucked up your thinking was.”