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)
“You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?”
“How can you tell?”
I grin and carefully peel the tape free, and the wrapping paper falls away, revealing the art beneath. The canvas has been divided into three sections across the top, almost like a comic strip. On the left is me and the guys in startling detail, standing in our kitchen, laughing and smiling, the middle frame is me on the ice, preparing to take a shot, and the far right is me with my arms wrapped around Fee. Each frame is a different color gradient, the left being blue, the middle pink, and the right green.
Underneath is the sketch Fee started here, in my bedroom, fully rendered in incredible, painstaking detail, right down to the tiny scar through my left eyebrow and the one in the center of my chin, from my bottom teeth cutting through when I fell playing street hockey as a kid. I’ll forever associate this piece of art with that night that marked another first for us, and now it’s connected to this special night.
“This is incredible, Fee. When did you have time to finish it?”
“Last night.”
“You have so many other things on the go, though.”
“It was the fun piece I worked on in my spare time, and I wasn’t sad about drawing or rendering you.”
“I love it.” I wrap her up in a hug. Everything about tonight feels right. I pull back and brush her hair over her shoulders. “I need to tell you something important.”
“Sure. Okay.” She links her fingers behind my neck. “You can tell me anything, Mac.”
She's my best friend, my teammate, the one person I can share everything with. “I love you, Ophelia.”
Her eyes flare, and then soften, along with her smile. “I love you, too, Mac.”
I dip down and get lost in the softness of her lips and the sweet little whimper that hums across my lips.
We undress each other, until we’re down to our underwear. I hook my thumbs into her waistband, drop to one knee, and tug them down her thighs, then run my hands up the outside of her thighs as I press my lips just below her navel. “I can't wait to put my mouth on you.” My fingers flex on her hip in anticipation. “I’d go down on you all day every day if things like life, and classes, and hockey didn’t get in the way.”
“Don’t forget sleep.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “Plus, you can’t just live on pussy juice.”
“But I could try.”
She laughs as I rise, fingertips skimming the outside of her thighs, until I curve around the soft swell of her ass and lift her, carrying her to the bed. My erection springs free when she pushes my boxers over my hips, and I settle between her thighs. She shifts under me and I glide across soft wet skin, and we make matching needy, relieved sounds.
“I’m starving for the taste of you,” I murmur against her lips, before I kiss a path down her body, pausing at all the sensitive spots that make her writhe and moan. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I lift my gaze to hers and I spread her wide, placing a gentle kiss on her clit.
She strokes my temple. “Are you going to be nice to me?”
"Aren’t I always?” I lick the juncture of her thighs.
“Don’t tease,” she pleads.
“But you make the prettiest sounds when I do, sweetheart.” I drag my tongue through her folds, and she moans. “Just like that.”
“Mac, please.” She rolls her hips and bites her lip.
“Tell me what you need.” I lick her again and wait.
She lifts her head, eyes finding mine as they spark and heat. “I want to be full of your fingers while you suck my clit and make me come until I’m delirious.”
“It’s like you’re inside my head, sweetheart.” She shudders when I cover her clit and circle it with my tongue.
Her hands slide into my hair. “Your mouth is pure magic.”
I grin as she fists the strands. “There’s nothing I love more than watching you come undone for me, Ophelia.” I lap at her, bringing her to the edge, relishing every sweet sound and needy groan until she tumbles into bliss.
When she can’t take any more, I kiss my way back up her body and she winds her arms and legs around me again, pulling my mouth to hers so she can kiss me and suck my tongue.
I pull back and stroke her flushed cheek. “I love you.”
She smiles softly. “I love you, too, Mac. So much.”
I brush my lips over hers. “I’m ready.”
She stills, eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. I want to know how it feels to be inside you. I want to be yours.”