Two Week Honeymoon (SAMPLE NOW ON AMAZON)

5 - Gareth (EDITED)

My smart-ass friends thought they'd be funny by placing a wager on me last night. The bet? That I'd smooth tongue my way into talking Kinsley into my bed. They're always assuming that I'm some smooth-talking Don Juan who can talk my way into taking any woman I want to bed whenever I want.

The only kind of player I am is a team player. The ones who enjoy playing me are the women I meet. They're the ones who always talk their way into my bed—every time. But because of my situation, I never complain—I won't. I enjoy sex too much—just like every other human on this planet does.

Kinsley's the first woman I met since being drafted by the NHL who didn't ask me to take her to bed. Instead of her trying to put the moves on me, we sat at the bar, talking until she could no longer keep her eyes open. At first, I felt guilty, thinking I was boring her to death. That guilt immediately went away when she told me the last few days had been rough on her, and she hadn't slept in two days.

Instead of keeping her up later than she needed to be, I called it a night.

"I'll take the pancake breakfast special," I finally decided. I had a hard time deciding what I was hungry for. The only thing on my mind was Kinsley—her delicious body, gorgeous face, beautiful eyes, and down-to-earth appearance. And how badly I wouldn't have minded getting a taste of her lips. She was unlike any other woman I'd met, which had my mind working overtime.

I didn't learn much about her or why she seemed subdued since we didn't talk much about ourselves. We spoke of our goals while vacationing, the island we were on, and how we both needed to disconnect from the world to enjoy the scenery in front of us and reconnect with our inner spirit.

"How did it go with that girl after we left last night?" Emma asked.

"It went well. Why do you ask?"

Her eyes sparkled, her lips curved into a mischievous smirk, and she shrugged. "Just curious."

"It must not have gone too well. If it had, you'd still be in your room with her," Camden quipped.

Danica's eyes widened. "Wait. You didn't take her to bed?" She stood, reached across the table, and rested the back of her hand against my forehead. "Are you feeling all right?"

I chuckled, pushing Danica's hand away from me. "Yes, I'm feeling all right. I don't know why you all believe I'm some womanizer that only thinks with his dick. I've never been that way."

Aubrey laughed. "You can't fool us, Gareth. We all know you and how you are with women. Everywhere we go, you have a different woman in your arms."

"I can't help they want my cock, and leave after they get it," I groaned. "Like I told Jacob. They leave once I tell a woman what I do for a living. They want no part of me being away for six months or more or coming home for a few days at a time during the in-season. That's why they never stay, which is fine. I don't have to worry about them straying while I'm on the road. So stay off my back. All right?"

"If you're not looking to get into her panties, what do you plan on doing with her then?" Emma asked, being nosy as always.

"I have no plans," I answered like it was no big deal, "other than seeing if she'd enjoy having some company while on the island since she came here alone. I also wouldn't mind seeing if she'd like to accompany me to your wedding," I told her, hoping it'd stop her from playing matchmaker with me again.

Jacob looked at me with a curious look on his face. "What's her story then? Why is she in a honeymoon hut if she isn't married?"

I raised the palms of my hands and shrugged. "I have no idea. We didn't talk about that. The only thing I noticed was her ring finger had tan lines. So she was either recently engaged, hence staying in the honeymoon hut alone. Or she's recently divorced."