Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
The sensations were distracting and it took a moment to think about a response. I remembered and cursed under my breath. My forehead went to his, resting there gently. “In the stand by my bed.” Which meant we would have to move and I really, really liked where we were right now.
“Got it.” Tyler held onto me, and I had a moment’s notice, feeling his body shift under mine and then he was standing and taking me with him.
“What?” I clamped onto him.
But he had me. His arm moved around me, keeping me in place and he walked into my bedroom and bent down enough to open the bedside drawer. He pulled out a handful of condoms.
“Really?”
He smirked at me and I swear I felt that smirk all the way to my core.
He returned to the couch, sitting and adjusted me so I was straddling him. He leaned in once to give me a long, drawn out kiss before letting his head fall back so we could see each other. “You sure you want to do this?”
This. Like this was so different from what we did last time?
And he didn’t know who I was—stop, Rain. Just. Stop it.
This one time. It’d be the last.
Then we’d stop.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“We won’t.” His hands went to his pants and I shifted so he could pull them down, along with my shorts. “I’m usually one and done anyways.”
I muttered a curse, my forehead falling to the side of his neck. “Not what a girl wants to hear before you’re about to put your dick inside her.”
He was sliding on the condom, and he paused at my words. A husky laugh slipped from him. “Sorry. I meant that to be reassuring. Last time, right?” His hands went back to my hips, helping me lift up and move over him.
This was wrong. All the reasons this could be wrong, it was.
Still, I reached down, positioned him, and then I slid down.
Both of us were groaning, panting.
“Christ, you feel good. Tight.”
I put a hand over his mouth. “Stop talking.”
“Okay,” he said, muffled behind my hand.
I began to ride him.
29
RAIN
He came over the next night.
I opened the door and glared at him. “Last night was supposed to be the end.”
He flashed me a wicked grin before shouldering his way past me and into my room. He was carrying a bag of take-out. “Who said I’m just here for sex? Maybe I’m here for you to shrink me?”
He winced at the same time I growled. “Not the right words to say, buddy.”
He relaxed, giving me that grin again. “See. Buddy. We can do this.” He held up the bags. “I have food and I know there’s a rerun of Harry Potter happening on TV.”
“You’re a fan of Harry Potter?”
He gave me a look. “Duh. I’m a Griffin.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
He’d begun taking out the food, but stopped and raised his head, alarmed. “Do not tell me that you’ve never watched Harry Potter?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know it’s not just the movies, right? That they’re based on books?”
He waved that off, continuing to pull out the containers of food. “Books shmooks. I know the movies are great to watch on the plane when we’re going to our away games. Gets me out of the mindset of only hockey, you know?”
I moved closer. “What do you mean?”
He paused after popping one of the containers open. It was filled with noodles and another bag looked like there were egg rolls inside. He gave me a look before shrugging. “Nothing.”
“Hey.” I moved even closer, my hand going to his arm. “What do you mean?”
He tensed under my touch. “It’s nothing, but…” He was back to watching me, a bit warily. “I’m still fitting in. Or I’m still waiting for the team to fully accept me. Or, I don’t know. Maybe they have? Bruge sat down with me, said it was good I joined the team. That felt important.”
“It is.” I was going over every interaction I’d witnessed from the team and was coming up empty with anyone still unsure about Tyler’s place on the team. “Tyler, where is this coming from? The team is doing better because you’re on it. Trust me. This is my job. I’m paid to watch and assess. The team from last year is not the team this year. You’ve upped the ante. Your whole expectation that you’re going to win is infectious. You expect to win, not in an unrealistic way, but in a way that’s just is. Like tomorrow is another day. It’s fact. You’re that good and you’re going to win. Fact. But it’s more than that. You believe in the team and they see that.”
He was so still, his chest barely moving. His eyes were glued to me, and he was listening to every word I said. I encircled his wrist, feeling for his pulse. It was pounding incredibly fast under my touch.