Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Okay, well, what about making a new reservation?” I’m just about to wade in when another bomb is dropped upon us.
“Any other week, I could book you without a problem. But it’s the preseason lineup, and we’re hosting multiple teams, plus all the fans. I’m sorry to say, but we’re totally booked.” I rock back on my heels, mouthing, “Shit.”
“What about other hotels? Surely, I can find one within the vicinity,” Jett says.
“You can try. I do know our sister hotels are booked through the week.” Yeah, I already know the answer to that. I’ve had to set my family up here before or in another city when there’s a line-up like this. There isn’t fuck all around for a twenty-five-mile radius.
“She’ll stay with me.” I hold the key for Jett to take. She doesn’t, not at first. “Mitch isn’t going to let you go anywhere else.”
“Fine.” She snatches the keycard out of my hand, stomps her foot, and makes a beeline for the elevator. I’m left with nothing else to do except nod at the receptionist and go after her. Christ, what a view. Her heart-shaped ass, curvy hips, and thick thighs in painted-on jeans are all the more reason to follow behind her.
“It can’t be all that bad, right? I mean, it’s better than the streets.” The doors open, and she takes a step inside, holding them open with a press of a button. With all the shit I’ve got loaded on my good shoulder, I crowd her in, nearly backing her up until her body is pressed against the metal panel.
“Or you could convince Mitch to let me stay off site.” She looks up at me. What I wouldn’t give to have her doing that on her hands and knees, my fingers gripping her short hair while I show her exactly how I want her to suck my cock.
“And miss out on time with you? Not a chance.” The elevator dings right as I’m about to dip my knees and take this a fuck of a lot further than I should, but the head on my shoulders and the one between my thighs are currently at war with the other.
“Rowdy.” I place my arm on the sliding elevator doors, allowing her to walk through them first after spending the past nine floors with her scent surrounding me, as well as her pretty voice, even if it was to try and get away from me. My, my, my, how the tables have turned. When Mitch pitched this idea to me, she was the last thing I needed or wanted. Not even twenty-four hours later, and Jett Monroe is becoming my obsession.
"Yeah, Jett?" We walk down the hall, passing by other rooms until we’re at the room I booked, one with a view of the water, a bigger room, which meant paying the extra cost. Totally worth it when Jett uses the key, opens the door, and we walk inside. She holds it for me, and I move right to the closet, setting my duffel bag on the luggage rack before moving her rolling suitcase beside it.
“One bed and a small couch. This isn’t going to work, Rowdy.” The heavy door swings shut with a heavy click. Jett walks over to the windows. I continue to survey the room: king-size bed, L-shape couch, small desk and chair, massive bathroom with a walk-in shower, and a mini-kitchen type set-up. “There doesn’t happen to be a second room connected to this, is there?” Her voice has a quiet, tired raspy quality to it, doing nothing to calm my ever-hardening dick.
“Nope, not unless you want to room with another hockey player.” She hasn’t screamed, thrown a fit, or demanded to stay with her friends and family. She just, takes off her leather jacket, and tosses it over the back of the chair.
“I’m too tired to care, Bouchard,” she murmurs, walking to the edge of the mattress and unceremoniously collapses onto it. The plush white duvet nearly swallows her when she stretches her arms above her head. “I’ve been up for way too long after staying up way too late. If I have to sleep on a king-sized bed with a six-foot-plus giant of a hockey player, I think I’ll survive. Stay on your side, don’t hog the pillows, and keep your hands to yourself.”
“Don’t worry, sunshine. I’ll respect the invisible line down the middle. We’ll see who can keep their hands off the other longer.” Jett tilts her head to the side. A faint smile touches her lips as she pulls her phone from her pocket. She unlocks the device in her hand, the bright glow from the screen illuminates her face in the fading sunlight. After a second, her dark eyes light up with a sudden professional focus, and her exhaustion is temporarily pushed aside.