Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Not a family. A pack.
Not everyone on the Bobcats team was a shifter, but a good chunk of us were. It helped when it came time to cover for things like full moons and why some of us just didn’t really bruise much. If someone commented that Emmy seemed to have bounced back quickly after a pretty bad knee injury, I’d wave it off and dismiss it as good genetics and a healthy workout routine.
Nothing else. Certainly had nothing to do with the enhanced healing and regenerative abilities inherent in every shifter.
Eli had his hands resting on the bench. I inched mine closer to his. Our fingertips touched, but he didn’t jerk away. “You feel like you’re fitting in okay, right?”
“Oh yeah. Well, I mean, I did. But after yesterday’s performance, I wouldn’t be surprised if that changes.”
“What do you mean?”
“I messed up last night. So many mistakes. I mean, I even forced a cross-ice pass and took an offensive-zone penalty. Rookie mistakes, but it cost us the game.” His expression scrunched together. His hand balled into a fist before he relaxed it again. It was clear he was still beating himself up about his performance, and that tore me up. I didn’t like seeing him this down on himself.
“Hockey is a team sport. This isn’t tennis, this isn’t chess, it’s not Olympic breakdancing. There are six of us on that ice at a time. We’re all responsible for yesterday’s loss. Not just you. And besides, it was the first game of the season. Doesn’t mean shit. We just fix our fuckups and win the next one. That’s all.”
Eli turned his head to face me. His eyes searched mine before dropping to my lips for a fleeting moment. “That’s all,” he said, seemingly agreeing with me.
“Is that why you were working out so hard out there?” I asked and nudged him with a shoulder.
A bare shoulder.
Skin touched dewy skin. I sucked in a breath. Sparks went off in my vision. It took everything in me not to rip off my towel and push him down on the bench, locking my lips with his and feeling more than just our shoulders rubbing together.
Eli laughed, although it sounded strained. “No, it’s because I wanted to get a good pump on.”
“A pump, huh?”
“Mhmm.”
“How often do you pump up?”
“I dunno.” Eli shrugged. “Six times a week?’
“Damn, not bad. What’s the highest number of pumps you got in a day?”
“Huh? Two, I guess. I don’t like going to the gym more than… You’re such a dumbass.”
Ah, he must have figured out what I was insinuating. I laughed and slapped his thigh, but I didn’t take my hand off. I squeezed his muscle and heard a tiny groan escape from his throat. He must have tried to swallow it down. “I think my record is five in one day.”
There was an impressed “huh,” followed by a brief pause. “Three,” Eli said. I could see him getting red, although maybe that was from the heat. “For me.”
“Three, huh? Interesting. And have you pumped already today?”
Eli gave me a nod. “Three times.”
“Oh,” I said. My eyebrows drew up my forehead.
“I’ve been worked up.” He almost sounded apologetic.
“Really? That’s fucking hot,” I said, and I moved my hand higher, my fingers slipping under the towel. He didn’t move away. “Want to try and beat your record, then?”
I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. He didn’t answer me with words; instead, he spread his legs a little wider. The towel twitched. He was hard, same as I was. I moved my hand higher up his leg, rubbing him, massaging him. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. The door was shut, and the steam created a thick curtain that made it impossible to see inside.
But if someone opened it…
Fuck it. I wanted Eli so fucking bad. The fact that I could feel the heat of his pulsing, hard cock against my hand made me absolutely feral. And that was saying a lot for someone who had the instincts of a wolf. I reached for him, gripping him firmly in my hand, still underneath the towel. Eli’s groan was louder this time. His cock was rock hard and warm in my hand. I teased the tip with my thumb, feeling him already dripping wet for me.
I leaned close to him as I began stroking him. “Like that?”
“Mhmm, I do.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t help but nip at his throat. He seemed to like it, tilting his head so more of him was exposed. I could see the pulsing of his carotid artery, blood pounding through him. I sucked on his neck, licking him, tasting his sweat and his skin and his sex. It was just as exquisite as his scent.
Eli’s arm crossed over mine. He rubbed my knee while he moaned. His towel fell open. I looked down at an absolutely beautiful fucking cock. If there was ever a Mona Lisa for dick, it would be Eli’s.