Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“We could order pizza?” Gage suggests.
“Or we can pick something up since I have a car,” Cammie offers. “That way you guys can relax. There’s a Superstore close by.”
“Oooh! Can I have a rotisserie chicken meal with a salad and those little potato balls?” Gage asks.
“And a chicken parm meal if they have it?” Brody tosses in.
“Let me make a list.” Cammie pulls out her phone and points to me. “What do you want?”
“Lean protein, easy-to-digest carbs, and a salad, please.”
“And chocolate milk.” Fee bumps my arm with her shoulder.
“Definitely chocolate milk,” I agree.
“I’ll come with, and we can stock up on snacks for after the game,” Chase offers.
“Perfect.”
“No boinking in the car,” Gage calls after them.
“Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good hotel bed?” Chase calls back, then bends so he can nuzzle Cammie’s hair.
“He better not give her all his mojo before the next game.” Brody sounds legitimately concerned.
“We should probably hang around the lobby and make sure that doesn’t happen,” I say.
“We’ll hang out in our room to circumvent that problem,” Brody replies.
Fee wrinkles her nose.
“Do you think they’ll actually boink in the car?” Gage looks worried.
“Please stop saying boink, Gage,” Fee says.
“Do you think Chase will park his car in Cammie’s garage, while they’re in the car?” Gage amends.
Brody chimes in, “No, but—”
“The Superstore has an occupational bathroom,” Gage says.
“Yes, but also ew.” Fee licks her lips. “We have a room.”
“We as in you and Cammie?” I ask, excited about the prospect of Fee being here overnight with us.
“Yeah.” Fee rolls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Fuck.” Gage throws his hands in the air.
“Sorry?” Fee looks genuinely concerned.
“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re here.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and shoot Gage a look.
“It’s not you, Fee. Or even Cammie. It’s cool that you’re here to support, and Cammie’s out getting us food so we can relax, but those two have about as much personal restraint as ADHD teenagers on ecstasy. No shade to their sex life. I can only hope one day I’ll find someone who wants to ride this ride with utter joy and enthusiasm, but like…Chase is one of our lead scorers this season, second only to Brodes here, and we honestly need both of his heads in the game.”
“That is absolutely legit.” Fee tugs the strings on her hoodie. “We should definitely wait for them in the lobby so we can make sure they don’t go to our room.”
“Good call. We’ll have to keep an eye on them before the next game,” Gage muses.
“I’ll be on duty the whole time,” Fee promises.
“Me, too,” I add.
We stand guard in the lobby and escort Chase and Cammie up to his and Brody’s room where we unpack all the food and dig into lunch. It’s no problem to keep them occupied while we eat, but after we’re fed, Gage gets a case of the tireds.
“Why don’t you go back to your room and catch a nap?” Chase says while side-eyeing Cammie.
“I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.” Gage plunks his ass down in front of the door.
Chase frowns. “This is my room.”
“Yeah, but Cammie and Fee have a room, and you can’t give up your game mojo to the almighty orgasm and fuck us all,” Gage reasons.
Cammie moves to stand in front of him with her arms crossed.
“I’m not scared of you, Cammie Whammie.”
Fee coughs to cover a laugh, as does Brody.
Cammie fires the double bird over her shoulders.
“That’s the best nickname,” I whisper.
I know, Fee mouths.
“I will not suck or fuck or fist Chase’s mojo out of his dick before your second game, Gage,” Cammie states with obvious irritation.
“Tulip,” Chase groans.
“We had a two-hour sex-a-thon before you left, babe. You can wait until after tonight’s game for me to take care of your needs,” she reasons.
“That’s all we’re asking,” Gage says. “Just that you leave his mojo in his body until after the next game.”
Cammie sighs in exasperation. “I know what’s on the line. You guys have two hours before you have to be at the arena. Fee and I are going up to our room and you guys should get some real rest before you’re on the ice again.”
“But, babe, I want to snuggle,” Chase whines.
“You’ll get to snuggle with me all night.” She taps her lips. “Give me a kiss and we’ll see you in a bit.”
He sad-flops across the room and bends to give her an Eeyore kiss.
“See you later.” Fee winks and follows her out.
“Later.”
“I’m your roommate tonight,” Brody says to Gage.
“Word.” They fist-bump.
“What about me?”
All three of them roll their eyes.
CHAPTER 17
FEE
Tilton wins the game 3-1, putting them in the tournament semifinals the following day. Their game isn’t until ten in the morning, so we head back to the hotel, the guys eat copious quantities of food, and then we head back up to the room where the guys all indulge in a single light beer—except Mac, who has an electrolyte drink—and Cammie and I each have a cooler.