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)
“I’m not looking forward to this road trip,” Jaxon says, leaning back in his chair. “It’s going to be brutal.” He closes his eyes. “All I know is we better win at least one out of the two, or else Zane is going to lose it.” The minute he says his name, it’s like my body is brought to life. “He’s a great fucking coach, but we’re starting to see a divide in the team.”
“How so?” I ask and, for the first time in my life, I’m interested.
“Some players don’t like his coaching style, so it’s going to be interesting to see how it plays out.” I don’t ask him any more questions because he’ll probably be wondering why I suddenly care, but I’m immediately curious and want to know if Zane’s alright. When it’s time to head home, I kiss Jaxon goodbye before hugging Jagger, right before he goes upstairs to bed.
I go home and undress as I get ready for the week ahead of me. I put on my face mask, grab my phone, and pull up Zane’s number. I know I shouldn’t call him, and I know I should leave it, but I can’t. Something in me is pulling me to him. The phone rings three times before he answers it, and by that time I’m wondering if he’s with someone. “Hello.” His voice fills my ears, and I don’t say anything as I close my eyes. “Hello.”
“Hey,” I say, swallowing the big lump in my throat, “whatcha doing?”
“Watching television,” he replies as I climb into my bed and sit in the middle. “You?”
“Nothing, I was here in my bed, and I was thinking about you,” I confess, and I can feel the tension through the phone when he says just my name.
“Victoria.” His voice is tight as he groans out my name, and I bite my lower lip, laughing.
“Yes, Zane,” I say and I wish he was here with me. “I was thinking.”
“Oh dear,” he mumbles and I can’t help the giggle that bursts out of me.
“Do you think—” I start. “Would you maybe—” I rephrase it and, for the first time in my life, I’m fucking nervous over a guy. “Perhaps want to do it again?” I wait a split second before I add, “Maybe one more time?” Maybe a couple more times is what I really want to say.
“We shouldn’t.” If I thought his voice was tight before, it’s nothing like it is now.
“Or maybe…” I wrap my arms around my legs, “we should and then we forget it.” He doesn’t say anything. “Why don’t you think about it?” I swallow down and the heat suddenly fills the back of my head. “Think about me naked,” I push, and I can hear his breathing start to pick up, “sitting on your face.” My voice goes lower. “Or maybe blowing you.” I close my eyes as I picture him naked in front of me; his perfect body like it was sculpted out of clay and then made into stone. “You seemed to like when I had your cock in my mouth.”
“Victoria,” he snaps out and I wait for him to say no, wait for him to tell me it’s never going to happen again, “we said it was a one-time thing.”
“I know what we said.” I smile. “I remember saying it, but I’m just saying that since we’ve already done it once, there might be no harm in doing it a second time.” He groans. “Okay, hear me out,” I start. “Say you are going to have sex with someone and both of you decide it’s going to be for that one night.” I stop. “Are you listening?”
“I’m listening,” he confirms, and I can see the smile on his face now.
“The two of you decide that you are going to have sex and then you have sex after midnight. It’s okay for you to go until the following day, since you already went past the time you said you were going to do it. You get it?” He chuckles and my heart skips a beat. I thought I loved hearing him say my name. I know I loved hearing him moan my name, but him chuckling and laughing is a whole different ball game. “I mean, no one really has to know. It can be our little secret.”
“Victoria,” he says my name softer this time.
“I mean, not little,” I keep talking, “we shouldn’t say little when it comes to you. You are very well-endowed.”
I try not to laugh when he hisses out my name, “Victoria.”
“I just keep thinking about our night together,” I admit. “Do you think about it too?” I also want to ask him if he’s had someone else after me. Obviously he has, and just the thought makes me sick to my stomach, and I push it away. “Do you?” I ask him softly.