Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Stellar response, I know. But half an hour ago, I was convinced he wanted to keep our relationship private. Now, he’s kissing me in front of half the team. My mind is all over the place, but in a good way.
“Spending a whole game staring at you in my jersey but not able to touch you is hell on my cock, princess,” he rumbles, plucking at his number stretched across my tits.
“Oh, yeah?” I glance down at my jersey. “Maybe I should skip it next time.”
His eyes narrow to slits. “Maybe I should spank you for even suggesting it.”
I laugh, pressing my face up against his sweaty throat. And then I grimace and pull away. “You smell like you just played a hockey game, handsome.”
“You mean won a game. Get it right.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, rolling my eyes.
He yanks me into him, pressing his lips against my ear. “Call me sir like that again, princess, and see how fast I have you bent over, making you scream it.”
I groan quietly, pressing my legs together. “Can we skip to that part?”
“No can do.” He brushes his lips across my forehead. “We have shit to do once we’re finished here.”
“We do?” I eye him sideways. “Uh, what are we doing?”
“Going out.”
I blink at him. “What?”
“You’re going out with me and the team, Sutton.”
“I am? I mean, are you sure?”
“Fuck, yeah, I’m sure. I’m not going without you. And since I need to show up, you’re going.” He cups my cheek, scanning my expression. “Do you not want to go?”
“No. I mean, it’s not that,” I explain when his brows immediately pull down. “I just…never mind.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s probably stupid.”
“Nothing you say is stupid. Tell me.”
“I guess I’ve just been worried that maybe you weren’t ready to introduce me to everyone yet because you still feel a certain type of way about being with me.” I shrug, glancing down. “It’s not a big deal. I’m willing to wait until you’re ready. We’re still new. This is new.”
“I’m not ashamed of you, Sutton. I don’t regret a goddamn thing about being with you. And I’m damn sure not going to hide you,” he says, his voice an intense rumble. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pulsing the same way it always does when he says I’m his.
He tips my head back, his steely eyes locked on mine. “We’ve hidden for too long already, princess, and look where it led. I’m not going to fuck up like that again. I’m done pretending I don’t feel the way I do. I was done with that shit a long time ago.”
My heart leaps into my throat, pounding like a war hammer. I shouldn’t ask. I know I shouldn’t, but… “H-How do you feel about me?”
He stares at me for a long moment, his expression somber, before he tips his head forward, pressing his lips to my ear. “Ask me that question again when I’m inside you tonight. I’ll tell you exactly what you want to know, but not until you’re wrapped around me where you belong.”
I groan softly, my core clenching.
He presses his lips to my throat and then steps back. “Wait with Emilia and Peyton, baby. I’ll come get you as soon as I’m finished.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He starts to walk away, stops, and turns back to me. He doesn’t say anything, though. He just stares for the longest time. And then his lips curve into a grin before he shakes his head.
“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles as he walks away, taking my whole heart with him.
Chapter Ten
Jordan
Sutton fits in with my teammates like she belongs, but if Diego doesn’t stop grinning at her from across the table, he’s going to be missing teeth before the end of the night.
“You want her fucking autograph or something?” I growl at him, throwing my arm across Sutton’s shoulder to haul her closer to me. “It’ll last longer than that goofy-ass grin on your face, motherfucker.”
A loud laugh rumbles from his lips before he leans back, his fingers wrapped around his beer bottle. His brown eyes meet mine, dancing with amusement. “So, you’re finally out of the Sahara and still irritable as hell, huh? Fucking figures with your big ass.”
Sutton shoots a curious glance my way, her brows furrowed. “The Sahara? When did you go to Africa?”
Diego chokes on his beer, laughing his ass off.
I shoot him a dirty glare. I swear to God, I hope he falls in love someday, and the girl tells him to get lost. “I wasn’t in Africa. He’s just an idiot.”
“Yeah, it’s not that kind of desert,” he adds…un-fucking-helpfully.
“Not that kind of desert?” Sutton looks between the two of us, clearly lost.
I growl a curse, lowering my voice so it doesn’t carry to the rest of my nosy-ass teammates. “He’s talking about fucking, princess.”