Chapter 12

Vanessa's POV

He's not here, I concluded, letting Max Talbot pull me in. The girls and I had managed to mingle with at least five of Sid's teammates, but Crosby himself was nowhere to be found.

Max nuzzled against my ear and his bristly face made me giggle.

"I'm a magician, you know..."

"Oh, yeah?" I laughed.

"Uh-huh", he mumbled, his mouth vibrating against my ear.

"How so?" I couldn't help but smile.

"I can turn those giggles into screams with just one finger," he whispered, his hot breath tingly against my skin.

I shuddered ever so slightly, my heart racing and my breathing a little unsteady as I pictured for a moment what Max could do to me. My thoughts were interrupted, however, when someone yelled out "Vanessa!" from across the courtyard.

I turned to find Sidney approaching us with speed, a look of determination plastered on his face.

"H-hey," I stammered, shifting my weight uncomfortably. Max didn't let go.

Sid nodded at Max. "I see you've met 'Yasmine'."

There was that fucking name again. "My name is not Ya-"

"The Yasmine?!" Max exclaimed, dropping his hand from around my waist and slowly retreating.

Sid nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his face.

What the fuck was going on here? "Hey, I'm not Ya-"

"For real, Bro?" he asked again, this time shaking his head in mock disbelief. When Sid continued to nod, Max replied with a "damn" and pulled Sid into a brotherly embrace. "You did good, Kid. Real good."

Just as I was about to ask them for an explanation, I was suddenly flanked by a very drunk Daisy and Heather.

"Sidney!" Heather shrieked like a little school girl, almost spilling her drink on me.

"Hi," Sid said cautiously, shooting me a nervous glance as Heather all but collapsed on him.

Dear God, she was hammered. I cringed, mouthing an 'I'm sorry' as I struggled to hold Heather up.

Max and Sid exchanged glances before Max offered to take care of Heather. "Don't worry, she'll be in good hands," he said with a wink.

"But - but, I got dibs!"Heather protested as she was escorted away.

"Wow, this is embarrassing. I'm sorry, she's been handed drinks since we got here and -"

Sid shook his head and brushed off my apology. "Hey, no need to apologize. We all do stupid things when we're drunk, " he added meaningfully.

We stared at each other for a moment before Daisy cleared her throat and finally introduced herself.

"Since my friend seems to have lost her manners," she slurred, extending a hand.

"Sid," he replied, shaking it. "It's nice to meet you."

Daisy giggled. "Wow, my boyfriend is going to go absolutely NUTS when he finds out I'm here with you!"

"Hey, no drama here," Sid said, pulling his hand back. "I'm here with them," he laughed, jerking his thumb towards the boisterous hockey players behind him.

"Huh?" Daisy shot me a look of confusion. "Right, I uh - I..., I didn't mean you me, I just... I meant - well, you're at this party..."

It suddenly dawned on me that Sid still had no idea I knew who he was, and probably thought the same of my friends. Shit. Just as I was figuring out how to salvage the convo without giving anything away, a soaring football knocked the drink out of Daisy's hand and onto the ground, the red wine splashing up and staining her white sarong. She freaked out and I tried to comfort her by promising it didn't look that bad.

"I LOOK LIKE I GOT MY FUCKING PERIOD!" she screamed.

"I'll uh...get the club soda," Sid offered, hurrying to the bar.

"At least someone is a perfect gentleman!" Daisy snapped, as the guy who came to collect his ball mumbled a quick apology.

"Ya," I mused, looking back at Sid. "He's a regular Saint."


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SIDNEY'S POV

"Any club soda?" I asked the bartender, who nodded and proceeded to pour me a glass.

As I waited, I thought about the scene with Vanessa's other friend, the one who had left with Max. How did she know my name? Did that mean Vanessa had talked about me? I found myself smiling at the thought. Maybe she wasn't mad at me after all.

I could still hear her friend shrieking as I carried club soda and napkins back to the crowd. "Try dabbing at it with this," I said.

Daisy accepted gratefully, dousing her sarong and trying to rub out the stain with a dry napkin. Oh boy.

"Here, let me," Vanessa offered.

"It's no use!" Daisy cried, dropping the cup (it was plastic) and unwrapping her sarong. "It's ruined! I'm going back to the room."

Wow. Her body was just as banging as Vanessa's. Maybe more. Did hot girls really only hang out with other hot girls?

"Right now?" Vanessa asked, nervously biting her lip. She tried not to make it obvious, but I could sense the desperation in her voice begging Daisy to stay. Now that I'd had a glimpse of what Daisy offered, I didn't want her leaving either.

"The party's just started, you can't leave now."

She didn't seem the dramatic type, but I think in her state of inebriation Daisy didn't have the patience to listen to us.

"I have to go now," she insisted.

Vanessa sighed. "Fine. I'll go with you."

"Why don't we go together?" I suggested, a fabulous idea dawning on me. "You can change into something else while we wait and we'll come back together. Safer that way," I added.

Vanessa's eyes lit up as she looked at Daisy to answer.

"You are so sweet," she blushed, clutching her sarong to her chest.

As we exited the courtyard, I couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my face.

"Care to share?" Vanessa laughed teasingly.

I winked back at her, thoughts of an impending threesome dancing in my head. "Sharing is caring," I replied.

Chapter 11

Vanessa's POV

Breathe, I repeated to myself, scanning the crowd as we entered the courtyard. There was a throng of good-looking men milling about and my heart raced every time I caught a glimpse of dark hair.

"Oh my God, there's Kris Letang!" Daisy squealed in my ear, spotting the shaggy-haired sexpot amongst the crowd.

"Ladies, glad you could make it!" Dave greeted us, taking Lara by the waist. He kissed the top of her head and handed us blue wristbands.

"You'll need these for the bar. There's a few set up so knock yourselves out. DJ's taking requests, and our pool is bathing suit optional."

Heather's eyes lit up as she adjusted the halter that barely contained her breasts.

"Now if you'll excuse us..." Dave continued, whisking Lara away.

"Have fun bitches!" Lara called over her shoulder. "Don't do anything I wouldn't!"

Heather snorted. "Guess that leaves our options wide open," she quipped.

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SIDNEY'S POV

I quickly changed into one of Max's Hawaiian shirts and followed him and Flower outside.

"Chicky-chicky yeeeaaahhh." Max's signature quote was followed by a fist pump, his head nodding approvingly. "Atta boy, Kris!"

Tanger, as usual, was surrounded by three beautiful women - a sexy blonde, a cute brunette and...omg! The girl I had met last night - Vanessa - she was the third girl. Did I tell her I was staying here? I couldn't remember.

"Flower, I'm grabbing a drink," I told him, veering off to the left. I didn't know how Vanessa would react to seeing me, but I couldn't imagine it going well. And frankly, I wasn't drunk enough to deal with it.

"Whatever's on tap," I instructed the bartender.

"I could be on top," someone purred next to me.

I turned to face a greasy blond, her pearly whites almost blinding against her fake-and-bake tan.

"I said on tap," I corrected her.

"I know what you said," she replied, still smiling. Other than the bleached hair and the crow's feet settling in next to her green eyes, she wasn't that bad. Fit body with a rack the size of watermelons, I could picture squeezing my dick between them.

I motioned for the bartender to get her a beer and followed the girl to a relatively quiet corner, away from the massive crowd of people that had congregated in the courtyard.

"So, your room or mine?" she asked, holding her mouth in a wide O over the neck of her bottle.

She was hornier than a dog in heat, grabbing me before we'd even made it through the door of her suite. She undid my pants, pushing me to the white sofa while she knelt on the ground in front of me. Lips wrapped firmly around my penis, her hand wrapped around my shaft, the blonde slurped and sucked my dick like it was a purple Freezie. Although she looked like the type to swallow, I gave her a courtesy tap before I unloaded. Stupid move.

"From behind," she ordered, taking her mouth off my penis and trading places with me on the couch.

My dick was so hard it was about to snap, but I wasn't about to argue with the girl who was going to get me off tonight. As she adjusted on all fours and I took my position behind her, though, I was distracted by the view outside her window. I could see Max talking into the ear of a beautiful girl, his arm wrapped around her slender waist. My girl. Vanessa's face was flushed, no doubt from the alcohol, the heat, and the dirty propositions Max was probably whispering to her. Fucking guy, I thought, trying to will him to stop talking to her. Did he leave anything alone?

"HARDER!" the chick in front of me screeched.

Fuck. I'd already forgotten who or what I was doing, and I quickly hammered into her before I went limp.

But as she continued to moan and groan, I found myself keeping an eye on Vanessa. I could see a a sexy gold bikini peeking through her sheer little mini, her wedge heels elongating her beautiful, bronzed legs. I suddenly wanted her - bad. I didn't know if it was because Max was on my territory or because this chick was doing nothing for me, but I wanted inside that sweet, tight pussy again; I wanted to make her scream.

I watched Vanessa whisper something back to Max that made him grin like a Cheshire cat and realized I needed to get out of here quick if I was going to stop anything from happening between them. I reached for the blonde's huge tits, kneading them like dough.

"Yesssss," she groaned, her nipples hardening. I closed my eyes and pictured Vanessa. In an instant the climax was there, and she cried out as the orgasm hit her like the midday sun.

"That...was...AMAZING," she gasped, collapsing on the couch.

I nodded, not really knowing what to say. Her makeup had melted from the perspiration and it was not a pretty sight. With her face done up, she looked 40. Without it, I almost wondered if I should call her Nana. "I, uh...should I wait for you? To head back...?" I stammered, pulling my shorts back on.

She shook her head. "I need to freshen up," she said, before lighting a cigarette.

Jeebus, at least she wasn't clingy.