Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
For him.
Maybe for us.
Ugh, I hate allowing myself to think that way. I’m still unsure of how that could even work, and my growing desire for Jett is not helping. It confuses me more, and I’m almost to the point where I just want to make something happen. As soon as I think I want that, I convince myself that giving in to desires without thought could lead to losing him forever.
He already walked away once. I don’t know if I can handle it again.
Fable, I’ve always only wanted you.
I still can’t believe that. I want to question him about it, but sometimes I start asking things and then want to know something else. Then we’re so far away from my original question that the person I’m talking to gets frustrated and walks away. Jett isn’t like that. I mean, he listened to me explain a raccoon telenovela, but would he want to answer questions for me that could be hard for him?
As Skyye takes a breather, my eyes make their way to where Jett is, only to find he’s not there anymore. I look around the rink and find him coming onto the ice. He points to the rope I hold and then to Skyye. “She’s not getting enough amplitude off the jump. Show her what you mean.”
Skyye’s eyes widen as I hand him the rope. “You know how to coach, Coach?”
He smirks. “I skated with this beauty for years. I learned a thing or two.”
She sends me a “told you so” look, and I ignore her in order to show her again what I meant about getting that pop off the jump. She follows me, and Jett calls out corrections with ease. Skyye responds well, and when she leaves the ice at the end, she’s all smiles. I watch as Dean wraps an arm around her, showing her the videos he took, and I love how animated he is as he dotes on her. I’m glad she has him.
A finger hooks with mine, and I press my chin to my shoulder to look at Jett. He holds my fingers with such reverence that my heart beats out of my control as his eyes capture mine. “You’re a great coach, princess.”
“Thank you.”
He rubs his thumb along the back of my finger.
“Apparently Skyye thinks you like me.”
His face breaks into a wide grin. “I do.”
The two words are so confident that it’s hard for me to find my next breath. He pulls me to him, my body twirling around on the ice before my hands land on his chest and my skate knocks into his work boots. He has on a fitted green Ice Thistle shirt and dark khaki work pants. He’s got a pencil behind his ear and protective glasses on his forehead.
In other words, he’s drop-dead fucking gorgeous.
He leans in, his eyes playful and full of desire as he asks me, “Do you like me, Fable Winthrop?”
“A bit.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs, running his nose along my jaw, leaving heat in his wake. My body tightens, and lust gathers between my legs. “You smell so damn good.”
“So do you,” I gasp as I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck. He leans back, looking down at me through hooded eyes, and I’m spellbound. “We need to pick our music.”
I lick my lips, and he follows the motion. His jaw is tight as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. “We do,” he agrees, kneading my hips with his thumbs. “How about you and I have dinner tonight and pick something?”
I playfully search his gaze, a sly grin on my face. “That sounds very much like what Skyye said you wanted.”
His brows pull in, and he holds me closer. I’m not sure if that’s his cock poking me or a hammer. I’m kind of scared to find out. “What did she say I wanted?”
“Hockey and chill.”
Jett barks out a laugh before shaking his head. “Kids these days.”
“That’s what I said.”
His smile sends chills along my spine as he looks down at me like I’m the only one he sees. Did he look at me like this before and I just didn’t realize it? I don’t know, but it pleases me that I can put that look in his eyes. That the grin on his face is only for me.
“But, no, I truly just want to eat with you and pick some music.”
I’m pretty sure he wants to drop the with in his statement, but I don’t call him on it. Instead, I just curl the back of his hair around my fingers. I’m rewarded with a low moan. He brings me in closer, his fingers digging into my hips even harder, and boy, do I love it.
Yup, that’s not a hammer.
His cock throbs against my belly, and while I’ve never been turned on by just a cock, the thought of his has me on edge. I still haven’t told Alissa about us, about how Jett makes me feel. I’m worried she’ll tell me it’s all in my head, that my body can’t want what I think it does. That I’m not made to be intimate with anyone. But if that’s so, why is it so easy to be in his arms? For him to look at me like he does. To want to lean in and just inhale him.