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)
And then Cammie and Chase go down to his room to celebrate on their own, leaving me with the guys in Cammie’s and my room. Which has one king bed—it was all that was left when she booked it.
Brody yawns dramatically. “Whelp, I’m going to bed. I want to be rested for the game tomorrow. See you all at breakfast?”
“Sounds good.” I barely resist the urge to give him a thumbs-up.
“Gage, you coming, man?” Brody pauses at the door.
“Huh?” Gage drags his gaze away from his screen.
“It’s late. We should get some sleep.”
Gage frowns, then glances at me and Mac. “Right. Yeah. It’s way past Mac Attack’s bedtime.” He hops to his feet. “Meet you at the breakfast buffet. Sleep tight, kids, and play responsibly.”
Brody and Gage leave, and then it’s just me and Mac and the elephant that was our kiss from last week and the single king-sized bed in the room.
I want to tell Mac that I authentically like him, and I can’t stop thinking about that kiss and how I’d like it to happen again, on repeat, with our whole bodies touching and maybe some skin-on-skin contact. But Cammie and Chase are probably mid round one, and if he doesn’t feel the same, I’ll have to interrupt and ruin their night, and potentially ruin Chase’s and Mac’s game tomorrow. Too much is on the line.
“Cammie and Chase will probably be a while.” Way to state the obvious.
“Yeah,” Mac agrees and glances at the king bed, then the two-seater couch. “Is that a pullout?”
“We can check?” I motion to the bed. “But there’s lots of room and I don’t really move much in my sleep, so you don’t have to resort to a shitty pullout if they take more than a couple of hours.”
“I don’t know that it would be as bad as the one Chase destroyed.” Mac rubs the back of his neck. “I’m kind of curious, to be honest.”
Disappointment turns my stomach into lead. “Wanna check it out just to see?”
“Sure.” We pull the cushions off and discover it’s just a regular two-seater and not a pullout.
“I’ll just lay here for a while?” Mac pats the empty side of the bed that would have been Cammie’s.
“Yeah. Of course. You need your rest.” I clasp my hands behind my back and wring my fingers. “I’m just going to use the bathroom.”
“Cool. Yeah.” Mac stretches out the bed.
I disappear into the bathroom and change out of my jeans and into joggers and give my teeth a quick brush. Gripping the edge of the sink, I meet my anxious gaze. “It’ll be fine, Fee. You’re just going to lie next to him on a bed, you don’t have to spill your heart’s desires.” If I was more fearless, like Cammie, I’d take a page from her book and just own my feelings for Mac.
But when she and Chase ended up in the same hotel room for the night, it was a complete fluke. They didn’t know each other; their friend groups weren’t entwined like they are now. They weren’t already good friends with lots to lose. They had their whole university career ahead of them. And he wasn’t getting on the ice the next morning hoping to win a regional tournament.
Tonight isn’t the night for brave and fearless.
I square my shoulders, take a steadying breath, and open the bathroom door. The lights have been turned off apart from the one on the right side of the bed, which is empty. Mac is already stretched out on top of the covers, fingers laced on his chest, eyes closed. He doesn’t rouse as I climb up and stretch out next to him.
“Mac?” I whisper.
But apparently, he has the frustrating gift of being able to fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. I sigh, turn out my own light, and grab my phone. I have a new shared doc from Cammie.
Fifi,
For your beta eyes. A little inspo for your inner Arwen. ;)
Xo Cammie
I open the doc on my phone and glance over at Mac, but the guy is out to the world. His chest rises and falls in rhythmic waves. He sighs in his sleep and mumbles something, then his breathing evens out again.
I open the doc.
It’s the scene. The one I’ve been waiting for. Arwen sits on the ornately carved wooden stool—a handcrafted gift from Legolas. Aragorn is on his knees in front of Arwen and Legolas is behind her. Everyone is naked. Cut muscles and soft curves on display for each other. Aragorn dutifully rubs lotion into Arwen’s calves while Legolas moisturizes her arms before their hands move to more intimate places, lips on her skin, doting, touching, tasting.
And then Legolas picks Arwen up and sits on the stool with her in his lap, filling her from behind on a deep groan of satisfaction. Aragorn stays on his knees in front of them. Legolas spreads her wide so Aragorn can lick her while Legolas fucks her. And then…then Legolas pulls out and Aragorn sucks her juices off Legolas’s thick cock while Arwen grips his hair and coos that he’s such a good boy, dripping her cum all over his tongue.