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)
“I plan to keep my laptop close.”
“I think we all vote yes.”
CHAPTER 23
MAC
Stiles passes to me and I pass to Lovett, bolting down the ice to get into position. We’re leading 2-1 and looking to add some padding to the score with another goal. Stiles has already managed an assist tonight, and I want to soak up some of his mojo for myself.
The puck comes my way again, and I tap it to Deever, a third-year player who’s the size of a tank. He passes back to Stiles as I skate behind the crease and narrowly miss slamming into the boards. Maybe Fee is more than just my girlfriend, maybe she’s my muse too.
There’s a skirmish to the right of the net, sticks smacking the ice as Tilton fights to maintain control of the puck. It ricochets back and forth, ping-ponging in my direction. I knock it away from Windsor’s center, putting it back in Lovett’s capable hands. But I lose my footing this time and miss my chance to be part of the action as Lovett passes it to Stiles, who tips it into the net.
We got the goal, but I wasn’t as helpful as I wanted to be.
Back in the locker room everyone is cheering on Lovett and Stiles. I get it. They’re magic on the ice and the scouts are all over them this season. It’s not a question of whether they’ll be picked up by a team, it’s which team will score them. My stats are better than they were a month ago, but I worry they won’t be where I need them to be by the end of the season.
“You all right, man?” Lovett asks as we strip out of our gear.
“Yeah, just up in my head about my game play,” I admit.
“You’re playing cleaner, man. I know you probably don’t see it right now, but there’s a difference, and you kept the puck away from the other team, and that allowed Stiles to score another goal, so it’s still a win.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” But it’s a win for Stiles, and I need a few of my own.
I’ve put my name in for summer programs in Sweden and Germany this summer, but I also applied for the Hockey Academy. My current stats might get me a spot overseas, but I don’t know about locally, or if the pros will call me up when I graduate at the end of the year. Before, any of those options would have been good, but now that Fee and I are dating, I’d rather stay closer to home.
It’s late by the time we return to the hotel.
“You guys hungry? Want to see what they have on the late-night menu?” Gage asks once we’ve dropped our stuff in our rooms.
“I could eat,” Brody replies.
“Same.”
I have new messages from Fee, asking how the game went. “I’ll meet you down there. I just want to touch base with Fee.”
“I’ll message before I come back up if you’re longer than a few minutes,” Brody calls over his shoulder.
Mac
We won, but I didn’t score any goals.
Fee
If I was there with you, I’d help you score some goals.
In the bedroom.
JK
Actually I take it back. I’d absolutely try to take your mind off things and make you feel better if you were here.
Mac
Tell me more…
Fee
Well, first I’d cuddle you and kiss you and tell you how amazing you are.
And I’d be wearing your T-shirt while I did that.
Mac
What else would you be wearing?
Fee
My favorite Tilton panties.
Mac
What style are they?
Fee
Cheekies.
Mac
Any pants?
Fee
Maybe just my Tilton sleep shorts.
Mac
I like that. What about your toes? Wouldn’t they be cold?
Fee
Should I be wearing socks, too?
Mac
It’s winter. Nothing sucks worse than cold toes and fingers.
Fee
I love that even when we’re sexting you’re worried about my comfort.
Mac
Is that what we’re doing? Sex-ting?
Fee
I think so.
A picture of Fee lying on her bed, wearing my T-shirt, the hem hiked up enough to reveal the bottom of her sleep shorts, and a pair of sports socks pops up.
Mac
OMFGSKJHDSJKHGAJDGDJHGF.
Please wear this always when we’re alone.
You are literally my wet dream right now.
Fee
It’s because of the socks, isn’t it?
Mac
It’s the whole fucking thing. It’s you in my shirt wearing shorts and socks and looking so damn sexy.
Can I call you?
Fee
Of course.
She answers halfway through the first ring.
“You have no idea how much I wish I was in Toronto right now.”
“What would you do if you were?” Fee’s soft, sultry voice does unholy things to me.
“I’d be in your bedroom, that’s for damn sure.”
“Would you have me under you again?”
“Fuck yeah. I’d be making you come again without even touching you.”
She sighs. “I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt, or how much I loved waking up in your arms.”
“Me, too.” My cock kicks behind my fly. “Except this time I’d make you come with my fingers.”
“Oh God, yes, please,” she groans.