One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(41)

The door flies open, hitting the wall, scaring the crap out of me. I fling my water in the air, dousing Hayden in the process and screech, like we were just caught naked together.

“Ohhhhh, looks like we’re interrupting something.”

“And in front of the kids. Don’t you have any class, man?”

Turning around, I attempt to focus on two men who look identical to Hayden. Tall, broad, the carved jawline, and the same panty-melting smirk.

Confused, I look between the three of them trying to understand if I’m seeing things . . . or if I’m drunk. I don’t remember drinking, but who knows, maybe I started sleep drinking during my naps and didn’t even realize it.

“What are you guys doing here?” Hayden asks, linking our hands together and taking me to the two domineering men, who like Hayden, are dressed in tailored suits.

“We were invited. You’re not the only famous Holmes brother in town.”

“Being famous for sleeping with every girl in your college dorm doesn’t count.” Hayden playfully punches one of the guys and then pulls them both into a hug. “Its good to see you guys. And look, you’re starting to get some muscles in those noodle arms of yours. Your coach must be doing something right.”

Noodle arms? Uh . . . pretty sure those aren’t noodle arms under their suit jackets. They aren’t as big as Hayden, but they surely aren’t middle schoolers draped in rich fabric either.

“Yeah, we’re coming for you, bro. Soon we’ll be taking your ass down on the ice.”

Hayden chuckles. “Keep dreaming, boys.” Pulling me forward and protectively wrapping his arm around me, he says, “I want to introduce you guys to someone. This is—”

“Adalyn,” one of them says, stepping forward with an identically charming smile that rivals Hayden’s. “Mom told us all about you on FaceTime the other night. She was gushing about Hayden’s new girl. She went on and on about how she’s a nurse with a very pretty voice.” Oh Jesus, that’s embarrassing. Sticking out his hand, he says, “I’m Holden, and this is my twin brother, Halsey.”

Hayden, Holden, and Halsey . . . their parents didn’t give girls a chance.

“It’s very nice to meet you.” I shake both their hands. Halsey studies me, his eyes raking up and down my body while Holden flirts harmlessly by kissing the back of my hand.

But Hayden doesn’t seem to find it funny as he swats Holden away. “Keep your distance.” Turning to me, Hayden says, “Holden will pretty much try to seduce everyone and anyone. If you strapped a bra around a mailbox, he would try to take it out on a date.” Holden nods his head in agreement, causing me to laugh. “And Halsey, he’s the silent but deadly type, and I’m not talking about flatulence. He’s a studier and when it’s time, he strikes without warning.”

Holden thumbs toward Halsey. “It’s true. The dude doesn’t say anything to girls, but then one look from him, THE look, and he’s walking out the door, girl in hand. Freaky shit.”

Not speaking much, Halsey shrugs his shoulders and grabs himself a drink from the cooler.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you both.” I bite my bottom lip and say, “Hayden has spoken nothing of the two of you, and I can see why.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

Holden’s mouth drops open and Halsey’s eyebrow rises with humor. “Dude, your girl is totally hitting on us,” Holden says.

“She’s really not.” Hayden pulls me toward the seats overlooking the arena, whispering in my ear, “My dick is bigger than theirs, keep that in mind.”

Laughing, I pinch his side and take a seat next to him. “Seems like they put out though, so the smaller dick size is something I can overlook as long as I’m getting some.”

“Ah, but they sure as hell wouldn’t make you moan like I can.”

I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders. “How can I believe that when you haven’t once made me moan?”

Laughing in his throat and dropping his voice low enough that I can barely hear him, he says, “Two nights ago, when I was pulsing on top of you, my tongue wrapped around yours, my cock thrusting over your center . . .”

Oh God, I moaned so loud because dry-humping is a real thing, especially when the guy has a cock thicker than you’ve ever felt before.

My cheeks heat up, a crimson color most likely spreading over them. “That wasn’t moaning.” I press my lips against his ear. “That was begging.”

“Christ,” he mumbles, shifting in his seat and clearing his throat some more. “Adalyn, are you trying to get me hard?”

“Yes. For the love of God, yes.”

“What’s going on over here?” Holden steps up with a plate in hand, fries and corndogs toppling off the sides.

“Your brother won’t have sex with me.”

Corndog halfway to his mouth, Holden blinks his eyes rapidly and sits on the armrest of one of the chairs. “Excuse me?”

Hayden has his head in his hand, groaning as I smile to myself, pleased with my outburst. A little ribbing from his brothers might help. A girl can only wait for so long before she explodes.

I can only watch him walk around shirtless for so long.

I can only make out with him for so long before my need gets too overwhelming.