Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
His words and the way he pinches my nipple tip me over the edge. I ride him with abandon, crying out his name and every swear word I know as I reach a blissful peak and ride it out.
I’m coming down, breathless, when he grips my waist tighter and thrusts up into me twice, holding himself deep inside as he groans hard and finds his release.
“Holy fuck.” He lets go of me and drops his head back to the bed. “I might’ve just blown a hole through your back.”
I slide off him and curl up beside him, limp with satisfaction. “Worth it.”
He tilts my chin up for a soft, slow kiss. “You’re incredible.”
“Thanks for finally realizing it,” I crack.
He kisses me again. “If I’m being honest, the first time I felt an attraction to you was at your twenty-first birthday party.”
Eric rented out a local bar for the occasion, and I remember that Bash was there, but I don’t recall seeing much of him.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You looked really curvy and sexy in that denim dress.”
I consider. “I did gain fifteen pounds my sophomore year of college.”
“I hadn’t seen you in a while, and you looked damn good. But I didn’t make a move because you were in college and...it just wouldn’t have worked.”
“And then I started dating he who shall not be named.”
He moves his hand to my breast, cupping it. “If you’d gone through with the wedding, I would have responded when they asked if anyone objected until I got dragged out of the church. Then I would’ve busted out a window and kept objecting.”
“Really?”
“I’m used to fighting for what I want.”
I kiss him, imagining myself falling into his arms while wearing a wedding dress. It’s...nice. Really nice.
“So now you want to get ready and go out for the day?” I ask.
He sighs heavily. “I did suggest that, didn’t I?”
“We could always go out later. For lunch?”
A smile plays on his lips. “Dinner. I’ll make us some lunch later. And don’t worry, I’ll carry you to dinner.”
I frown. “Why would I need that?”
“Because you won’t be able to walk.”
I smile, my girly parts already tingling with anticipation. “We’ll see about that, Mr. Stone. It would take a lot of fucking for that to happen.”
“That’s exactly what I have planned.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Bash
* * *
A bumpy plane landing wakes me from a deep sleep. I wipe the drool away from my mouth and sit up.
We left Vancouver late last night and we’re arriving in Tampa now. The regular season has started with a bang. We left Cleveland a few days ago for a six-day stretch of travel. With the crazy travel hours, we have to just catch sleep when we can and make do with what we get.
We’re 3–0, though, so no one’s complaining.
Missing Lainey is a lot harder on me than the travel. We got three nights together before I left, and we made the most of them.
I wasn’t her first, but there was so much she’d never experienced before me. Shitty Shane never gave her oral. He never tried ass play or fingering her. From what she’s said, he’s as boring and vanilla as I would’ve guessed.
Fine by me. It’s incredible seeing her experience things for the first time. She’s adventurous, with encouragement. Every time we’re together, her confidence grows.
Though I didn’t even realize it was happening, I found the one. I don’t want anyone else, and I don’t like being away from Lainey. There’s no way around it when I’m traveling for hockey, but that’s not what I’m most concerned about.
I can’t stop thinking about the letter I sorted out of the pile of mail for her. The return address was in Israel. It has to be from the place that’s one of her top two choices for her next research position.
Just the thought of her going back to Columbus at the end of the semester is hard; I can’t even imagine her going to another fucking country.
Leo scowls at me as the interior lights of the plane are turned on.
“The fuck? Where are we?”
“Tampa.”
“Shit.” He rubs his face. “Feels like we took off five minutes ago.”
“We get to sleep for a few hours at our hotel,” I remind him.
“Good. I’m a zombie.”
It’s dark and humid out as we all file off the plane and walk to the bus that’s taking us to our hotel. My teammate Andrei has a newborn at home, so he doesn’t even sleep much there. He curled up in the corner of our locker room and took a nap yesterday.
I love this game. Even the demanding travel schedule. If it was easy, everyone would do it. The work and discipline it takes to hang with these guys is part of the reason I love and respect them so much.
But I’m turning twenty-nine next month, and I’m starting to think about having more than hockey in my life. I’ve been doing this for eleven years, and I’ve got a few more in me.