Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“You ain’t comin’?”
“I,” my body jerks due to the action, “need to,” once more my frame rocks, “have a quick,” two noisier ones escape back-to-back, “chat with someone,” I’m betrayed what I doubt is the final time, “first.”
Rather than let him ask for more information, I offer him the best reassuring smile I can in hopes he’ll simply follow my suggestion.
And he does by asking for our seat numbers as well as making his way to them.
Getting from where we were to whom I need to meet sends us in opposite directions; however, it gives me ample time to steady my breathing and give my brain a mental mouthwash.
My arrival at the end of the aisle near where security is checking tickets to help with seating is immediately acknowledged by the individual I came to see. “Gillian.”
“Bull.” I attempt to casually fold my arms across my chest. “Shouldn’t you already be in the med room?”
“Called ahead.” He slides one hand into his black scrub’s pockets. “Told them I had a family thing and was running a bit behind.”
His family thing now stands to be the reason my family thing may end up happening on a night it shouldn’t!
A nonchalant pointed finger is motioned towards the area I just left. “Does Blanc know?”
The loud hiccup that escapes sadly presents the team dentist with his answer before my words.
Fordaytimedramasake, there has got to be away to stop me from doing that!
“Seriously?” Disbelief darts through his expression. “Your own brother doesn’t know one of his players is sleeping with his sister?”
“We’re not just sleeping together, Bull,” escapes in a seething snip.
“You know that makes it worse that he doesn’t know, right? Not better.”
Shit.
Does it?!
“If you two were just screwing around, it’d be one thing. He could probably brush that off a bit easier – I mean it’s Blanc. He’d chalk it up to you needing an itch to be scratched because…well…everyone has itches that need to be scratched, but if this is more than a summer fling,” his slow head shake is attached to his arm falling back to his side, “if this is anything remotely serious, you need to tell him.” Earnestness has his salt and pepper bearded face stretching forward. “And you need to tell him now.”
Chapter 16
Thayne
Somehow, I went from making us pumpkin cold cream in the electric frother Gilly surprised me with at the start of the season to having her choking on my cock.
Not that I’m complain’.
I would never complain.
I just…didn’t see this shit coming.
We’re talkin’ low screen, tip-in shot in the final six seconds spin.
We’re talkin’ a maple pancake iced latte surprise.
We’re talkin’ end of “The Piña Colada Song” type of twist.
And now that I’m here – much like the song – I’m just gonna go with the flow.
Enjoy the vibe.
Handtothepost, we don’t get many of these moments alone anymore.
I love my baby bro.
I do.
I mean that with my whole ABBA is number one forever heart.
He’s fam.
He’s blood.
But fuckme can the boy cock block like he’s plannin’ to get to the national league in the shit.
It’s pushed me to find a whole new level of appreciation for Mondays, which is when he goes back to school and the woman of my dreams works from home meaning it’s one of the rare occasions – when I’m home – that she can be breakfast or brunch or lunch or all three.
Key words there are “when I’m home”.
Back in season schedules are brutal and having him here, needing us, needing something from us, only adds tracks to the struggle album of the year.
Gilly lightly drags her nails down my flexing thighs prompting my head to lazily loll forward, more than content just watching the glorious sight.
Seeing my beautiful, full-figured Slayer on her knees, back arched, making her pink, lounge shorts covered ass pop, mouth stretched so wide that spit trickles past the corners of her lips, down the side of her golden toffee brown skinned neck is a vision I want burned in my memory to get me through the roadies ahead.
Cheating ain’t something I’ve ever done.
Don’t ever plan on doin’.
Don’t condone the boys who have Slayers waitin’ at home doin’.
Most teams have their fair share of strayers – those more obsessed with scratchin’ the record for their own pleasure than who that scratch is gonna hurt – however shit’s a little different here in Dalvegan.
The collective consensus among us is ferda.
That means…always put the team first.
The boys first.
And doin’ messy shit like that is puttin’ you first.
And that means you don’t belong here.
And you don’t stay.
And I get how me bein’ with the Coach’s little sister puts that target on my back, but it’s more than a risk worth takin’.
Especially since this ain’t a one and done for me.
This is my forever.
I just keep prayin’ she feels that too.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, baby,” I praise, hand not wound tightly around the kitchen tool cupping her cheek. Her midnight chocolate gaze immediately peers up at me, anxious for further approval. “So sexy makin’ a mess for me…” The edge of my thumb smears a bit of the dribble upward. “For your favorite tendy…”