Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“You’re so good at your job,” Macie said next to me, her back to the game, her wide green eyes full of worry for her older brother. She knew he was a shifter but I guessed that sibling worry overrode logic.
“I didn’t even realize you’d be here,” Emmy said.
“I was going to surprise you after the game. I guess I ruined the surprise.” She played with her ponytail, twirling it between anxious fingers. I noticed she had on a similar bracelet to mine. Brushed gold with that beautiful marbling effect to it. Emmy must have gifted it to her. She looked to me and the concern appeared to be replaced with sadness. “I wanted to take you both to dinner. Kind of like how it used to be when we were younger. When we’d eat at Chili’s or something. I’ve been reminiscing a lot lately.”
Those were nice memories, for sure, but I hadn’t really been craving that kind of interaction tonight.
“Maybe some other time, Mace,” I said as I put away the bloody towels and gave Emmy another look-over. “I’m starting to get a headache.” It was a shitty excuse but I really just wanted to get back to my hotel room after the game.
She appeared disappointed at that.
“I’ll go to dinner with you,” Emmy said, coming in for the save.
There was a twitch of something in Macie’s delicate features. Before I could think much of it, the crowd’s cheers grew loud and Coach shouted out Chris’ name. Urging him on. I looked over at the game just in time to see Chris shoot the puck directly into the Barracudas’ goal.
Score.
Win.
Music played loudly as the announcers called it. The guys on the bench shot up and started to jump around, a celebratory happiness overtaking everyone. Even Macie got swept up in the celebrations. Dylan came skating over to the bench. He’d taken off his helmet. Sweat dotted his flushed forehead, his cheeks pushed up in a smile. I wanted to lean over and kiss him. Wanted to hold him in my arms and congratulate him.
I couldn’t do any of that. But I did get another idea…
I reached over and squeezed his shoulder instead. I leaned in for a friendly looking hug. In his ear, I whispered. “Come to my hotel room tonight. Room 652. At eight. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
His eyes lit up as if I’d just handed him the Calder Cup.
“See you then,” he said before Gabe grabbed him in a bear hug.
My invitation had been fueled by days of pent-up frustration over not having Dyl all to myself. He’d been so busy with practice that we didn’t have time to spend together.
That would change tonight.
I had been placed on a different floor of the hotel than the rest of the team. It made this much less risky. I didn’t want Coach walking out to get some ice and seeing Dylan waiting outside my door. I knew I had to tell him what was going on, especially after promising that to Dyl, but I needed a couple more days to formulate what I was going to say and how that was going to go.
So I put it off.
Tonight would just be about us. And I was ready to be fucking primal about it.
I showered up and got myself ready. Fucking Dylan had rewired my brain chemistry. Something about having his cock inside me turned me into a hungry power-bottom, even though I typically topped in sexual encounters. He pressed a button in me that needed to be pressed again.
And again, and again, and again.
And so I decided I’d wait for Dylan with my ass up for him. It was getting close to eight. I texted him to tell me when he was on his way up. With the whole stalker thing, I didn’t exactly want to leave my door unlocked for longer than necessary. It was slightly dangerous and maybe stupid, but my overly full balls and my intense desire to have them emptied by my mate were clouding my judgment.
My phone dinged. He’d be up in a couple of minutes. I finished up preparing. I had even squirted a little bit of lube on my fingers and prepped my hole for him. I didn’t want a lot of foreplay tonight. I just wanted him taking me, giving me what I craved.
Himself. His cock. His seed.
All of him.
I spritzed a cologne on the back of my neck and went to the door. I could hear that the hall was empty. I cracked it open and stuck the lock outside so that it stayed open. With that done, I dimmed the lights and got onto the bed on all fours. I grabbed a pillow and used that to rest my head against. The cool air of the AC blew through the room and made the thin white curtains dance in the invisible current. I was already rock-hard.