Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“They’re on the ice together.” Jemma points down at the ice. “It’s so weird seeing them on different teams, playing against each other.”
“Tucker likes it,” I admit, hoping she won’t tell Trent. “We’re not twins, so we don’t get it. But I’m sure it must be strange having someone constantly compare you to someone who looks exactly like you.”
Jemma glances at her sleeping babies and smiles. “I guess.”
“Tucker hates being compared to Trent or his dad. Playing for a different team gives him some space, more of an identity if that makes sense.”
“I hope Thea and Teddy don’t go through the same thing,” Jemma says.
“They’re not identical,” I point out. “It shouldn’t be any different for them than if they were years apart.”
The twin babies are fraternal and only share the same hair and eye color. I don’t think anyone will have a problem telling them apart. But I wonder if I’ll end up having twins too.
I can’t imagine two more of Tucker.
He’s enough for me to handle.
And I love having him all to myself.
She nods. “How do you like your new apartment?”
“It’s nice. You know Tucker, he bought the most expensive one he could find. I could live in a three-floor walkup with an efficiency kitchen and make do with it.”
After signing with the Rangers, Tucker and I moved to a lavish apartment in Manhattan.
“When is your interview with The New York Times?”
I clear my throat, choking back the bile rising from my stomach. “Monday morning. I still can’t believe Kennedy got me an interview there.”
Like me, Tucker’s mom went to school for journalism. She owns an online newspaper called Sports Buzz. But before she started her own company, her father owned Sentry Publications, which is how she helped me get my foot in the door with a few magazines.
“I’m hoping to work for a paper like The New York Times after I graduate next year. I would be happy to write the editor’s shopping list if it helped me get a job there.”
“You’re working with Kennedy for a while, right? To get some experience until the kids are older.”
“Yeah, that’s the plan. With Trent on the road, I have to focus on the kids and school before I can take on more work. Maybe in a few years, I’ll join you.” She winks. “Wouldn’t that be the dream?”
“Yes, it would,” I tell her. “Fingers crossed I get the job.”
She smiles. “We’re all rooting for you.”
Chapter 29
Sam
Tucker strolls into the apartment, whistling. I can hear him drop his bag in the living room, humming a tune as he steps into the kitchen. His smile reaches up to his eyes when he sees me, and my expression mirrors his.
I throw my arms around his neck and breathe in his spicy scent. “I got the job.”
He lifts me and kisses every inch of my face. “That’s my girl.” Tucker strokes my jaw with his thumb, and I lean into his hand. “I’m so proud of you, Sam. You worked so hard for this. You deserve it.”
I smack a kiss on his cheek. “You made this happen.”
He smirks. “I can’t take any of the credit. All I did was ask my mom to make a phone call. You did the work on your own.”
“I love you, Tuck.”
“Love you, too, baby.”
His lips crash into mine, his tongue invading my mouth. After days of being apart, I missed him so much. I never knew I could love a person this much. I feel that sudden loss when he’s on the road, only for him to return and make me whole again.
I slip my fingers through his hair, loving that it’s not gelled into place. Tugging hard, I pull him closer to deepen the kiss as if I need his last breath to survive. I sink into him and allow myself to get lost with Tucker.
He lowers me onto the granite countertop and makes room for himself between my legs. My body hums when he touches me.
I crave him so much my skin burns.
Our lips separate, and Tucker smiles. He rests his forehead against mine, taking a second to catch his breath.
“I missed you. So fucking much.”
“I missed you, too.” I cup his strong shoulders with my hands and return his smile. “Now you need to show me how much you missed me.”
He chuckles, tugging at my clothes, peeling off layers until we’re both naked. I moan as he rubs my inner thighs and my entire body trembles.
Tucker’s eyes travel down the length of my body. “You’re perfect,” he hisses.
I sit back, my palms on the counter, my hips arched. Tucker bends down to suck on my nipples, one at a time, as he takes each one between his teeth. He’s so rough sometimes, but I love it.
As Tucker inches inside me, my mouth falls open, and an intense sensation rocks me. He fills me up, breaking through my inner walls, his pace now quickening to the point I could unravel.