Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
We only get off the ice for lunch and then we are back again for the other two sessions. I get off the ice at the end of the third round, seeing Andrew still on the ice with his goaltenders.
Cam is already out of his skates and out the door heading home by the time I make it to the locker room. Jaxon sticks his head in. “Hey, Coach.”
“’Sup?” I ask him, putting my skates under the bench.
“I’m going to head out, but I wanted to see if you wanted to come over for dinner.” He looks over his shoulder. “Something less formal for us to maybe talk about this year. I was thinking maybe around six, six thirty?”
I nod at him, knowing this is an olive branch he’s extending to me. “Sounds good,” I tell him. “Do me a favor and send me your address. I’ll bring dessert.”
“Awesome,” he replies, walking out. By the time I quickly go over the notes from today’s practice, make it home and order dessert, it’s six when I’m on my way over to Jaxon’s, who lives about twenty minutes away from me.
I pull up to the house, parking on the street, grabbing the white box of desserts that I got, and heading to the front door. Pressing the doorbell, I wait for Jaxon to answer. He pulls open the door, and he stands there with jeans and a black Warriors T-shirt on, with his son on his hip. “Come in.” He moves away and I step in.
“Hey,” I say to Jagger, “what’s up, little man?” I hold up my hand. “High-five.” He holds up his hand and gives me a high-five. Then he smiles big at me and looks at Jaxon.
“I was just going to change him,” Jaxon states as we walk into the house. “Please make yourself at home.” He points to the kitchen that leads into the family room. “I’ll be right back.”
I walk over to the kitchen, placing the box on the counter before I look around and step into the family room. I head over to the built-in shelves where there are photos of Jaxon and his wife, Ariella, a couple of pictures of Jagger when he was a newborn and then, I swear, I think time fucking stops. Or at least that is what it feels like when I see the face of the girl who has been fucking haunting my dreams for the past five months.
It's a picture of them on a beach somewhere. She’s standing at the side, her face straight, looking at the camera. Her eyes are not as bright as they were the last time I saw her. Her hair is loose with those soft waves I can’t get out of my head. She looks just as beautiful as I remember. My heart feels like it’s about to come out of my throat when I see a picture of her and Jagger with a #1 Auntie on the top of the frame. It can’t fucking be.
“Hey.” I look over at Jaxon, who has come back into the room without Jagger. “Sorry about that. Ariella was in the shower. She now has him.”
“No worries.” I try to not freak out just yet. “I was just looking at some pictures.” I point directly at the picture of Victoria and Jagger, hoping he says she’s a family friend, maybe Ariella’s sister. I hope she is anyone but his sister.
“Yeah, Tori got him that last month,” he explains. “She’s been trying to get him to say that she’s his number one aunt.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat as the back of my neck starts to burn, and everything feels like it’s coming crashing down when the front door slams shut. “Honey, I’m home.” Victoria’s voice rips through me, going straight to my cock, and then at her little giggle afterward. I have to blink once, twice, three times. “It’s Jagger’s favorite person.”
I stand as if my feet are in cement boots as she walks into the house, and I try not to freak the fuck out. “Oh good, you guys didn’t eat. I’m starving,” she says, looking at Jaxon and not seeing that I’m here. I look at her, taking in her hair which is almost like it was the first time I met her, pinned back by a clip at the back of her head. Soft tendrils fall to the sides of her face. Her cheeks are pink and not because she just came from my cock or my tongue but because of the makeup she has on. Her eyes are blue today but when she finally looks at me, I see them change before my eyes and widen in surprise. “Um,” she hesitates then looks at Jaxon, “I didn’t know you were having someone over.”