The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

She studies my cock, smoothing her fingertips down the underside, and I struggle to breathe, it f...

“Say it.” I can barely get th...

“Who knew you’d react like this to a dress.”

“It’s not the dress, Darce.” His breath is warm on my neck. “It’s you.”

“I’ll take it to the front for you,” Hayden says through the curtain, and I hand him the hanger.

When I head to the front, he’s waiting, holding a thick paper bag with a white box inside.

“It’s so weird,” he says, shaking his head with a puzzled frown, but his eyes sparkle. “Th...

I sigh, smiling. “Hayden.”

“They did not say that and they definitely didn’t call you sir. You bought it.”

“Uh-huh.” I feel like I’m flying, like my heart is about to explode into a cloud of sparkles.

It feels so fucking good to be free, like I’m finally soaring after years in a cage. Someone clears their throat, and we freeze. Ward stands ten feet away, eyebrows sky high, holding my laptop.

“You forgot this.”

My face goes molten hot. “Thanks,” I squeak. Ward just laughs and shakes his head. The second he turns the corner, Hayden and I look ...

I haven’t seen Hayden since this morning when I left for work. I’m wearing his jersey, and I want him to know that going into the game. That he always has someone cheering for him.

Interest sparks in his gaze, and he grins higher. “What are you doing after the game? Let’s go out.”

I want to say I’m taken, but I doubt that’s how Hayden would categorize us. “You’re a little young for me.”

I cough out a laugh. “Uh, yes, you were. You were exactly like that.”

“I don’t know.” I sigh and gaze after Luca like I’m besotted. “He’s pretty charming. And cute.” Hayden makes a noise low in his throat, and his hand comes to my back. “Did you just growl?”

“I think so.” Nerves tumble in my stomach. “I’ll be upstairs with the other analysts, watching.” My nose scrunches. “I’m bummed that I can’t sit in my usual spot with Hazel and Pippa.”

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous, Darce.”

“A little.” It’s my first game as an analyst, after all.

“Hey.” He leans down until his mouth is inches from my ear. “You’re going to be great. Okay?” He ...

“I am really”—I give him a long stroke, and his breath hitches—“really, sure.”

“Can you take the jersey off?”

My mouth curves. “What’s the matter, you ...

He huffs a tight laugh. “I like it. I really fucking like it, I just—” He rakes a hand through his hair, hesitating. “I like your tits more. I spent a long time picturing them bef...

My pulse throbs between my legs, and my mind spins with the high of being wanted by Hayden like this. Slowly, I pull the jersey over my head, then my sweater and t-shirt. I take my jeans off at a criminally slow rate, fizzing with delight at the tortured, desperate look on Hayden’s handsome face as I stand there in a new lingerie set—a dark maroon and sheer enough for him to see the pinched, aching points of my nipples. A tiny bow is sewn between my breasts, and when his eyes land on it, I know he wants to tug it with his teeth. “How...

His eyes lift to mine, dark and drugged, and he swall...

His mouth tilts in a boyish, playful grin. “Take it off, please.”

On the morning of my birthday, Hayden wakes me up with slow, lazy kisses down my body before he makes me beg for release with his head between my legs.

“Do you want your present now or later?” he asks after, lounging on the bed beside me, looking like a Greek god in the morning light.

“Is it that we can finally...

He chuckles. “No. ...

I groan with frustration. His tongue on my clit is heaven, but I need so much more from him. I want to feel connected in the ultimate way. A little part of me is grumpy—he’s slept with every girl in town, but not me? What’s going on? I shov...

He moves closer, pressing a kiss between my breasts, nipping the sensitiv...

“Okay, okay.” He slides off the bed and I get to admire his magnificent ass as he heads into his closet. He returns a moment later with a small package.

“What are you up to, Andersen?” he asks in a low, teasing voice.

“This is where I wanted to take you back in university,” Hayden admits that evening from across the tiny table at the cozy family-run Italian restaurant.

A candle sits between us, flicking warm light all over the handsome lines of his face, and his gaze on me is steady and kind. I’m wearing a light pink dress that reminds me of the cherry blossoms we saw today. “What do you mean?” He smiles, but it’s tight and nervous, and I tilt my head, intrigued.

“The first week of school, I wanted to ask you out. I planned to ask you out at the party that first weekend,” he ame...

My lips part in surprise. That first week of school, I looked forward to class and seeing Hayden, my new friend who loved The Northern Sword, had muscles carved from stone, and had an open, affectionate smile. Despite how handsome and popular he was—everyone already seemed to know him, probably from hockey—and knowing he was hilariously out of my league, I felt so at ease and comfort...

Hayden didn’t seem to care; he was chatting with other girls all night, and although I was disappointed, I didn’t give it too much attention. I’ve thought back to that week so many times over the years, but I’ve always told myself I wasn’t Hayden’s type. “I thought you were going to ask me out, too.” I look down at the white tablecloth, remembering. “I hoped you would. I guess I could have asked you out, but you were so out of my league that it seemed like a great opportunity for rejection.” My mouth twists. “And it would have made things awkward, with us being in the same class all semester.”

He leans forward and takes my hand. “I was never out of your league. Just the opposite.”

Georgia’s laughing so hard she has to grip my arm to hold herself up. “Walker, you look like a mermaid.”

I shake my head, smiling wide and laughing. “Nothing to be sorry about, Luca. You look great.”

“Right?” He bobs his head, making the wig dance. “I’m feeling this hair.”

Hayden tugs me to the bar to get a drink and my gaze catches on the chalkboard with the daily specials. A pink cocktail is drawn with an umbrella and a scribbly something above it. The Darcy - bright, sweet, bubbly, and surprisingly strong! My heart squeezes. “A special drink? For me?” I beam at ...

“I feel like I’m made of rainbows,” I tell Hayden.

“Probably.” A quick grin appears on his face. He’s flushed and breathing hard. “I’ll buy you more.”

“Next time.” He undoes my pants, shoving them and my panties down in haste, and I’m distracted by his scent—so fresh, clean, masculine, and familiar.