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)
“Don’t let it go to his head, Jett,” Harrison warns, passing a basket of fries across the table toward me. “He’s already insufferable enough in the locker room. Now that he’s a star, we’re never gonna hear the end of it.”
“Hey, I’ve always been a star,” Rowdy counters smoothly, snatching a fry from the basket and feeding it to me. I bite down and roll my eyes at his blatant display of affection, but the butterflies in my stomach are due to happiness. “I just needed the right person to point me in the spotlight.”
The table erupts into easy, boisterous laughter. The banter flows seamlessly between all of us, the guys treating me like one of their own while keeping the jokes flying. Somewhere along the way, Rowdy orders my dinner, and when the waiter arrives and sets down a massive bacon cheeseburger in front of me, I dig in without a shred of hesitation, making Rowdy chuckle as I devour nearly half of it in record time.
“Marathon training takes a lot out of a girl,” I mutter around a bite when I notice the guys are all engrossed in their own conversations.
“Good thing we’ve got all night to keep training, sunshine.” Rowdy leans in close, his dark eyes flashing with heat that only I can see. His hand slides away from my shoulder, landing in my lap, settling between my thighs and so close to my aching core that I can feel myself flush. I shake my head at his antics as I take another bite, but I can’t hide the happiness building inside me.
Sitting in a crowded sports bar in Seattle, surrounded by laughing hockey players, a hot, broody enforcer touching me at all times, who has completely upended my world, I realize my ironclad rules aren’t just broken—they’re entirely gone. And looking at Rowdy as he watches me eat, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPILOGUE
ROWDY
Two Weeks Later
Jett is lying on her back, her dark hair spread across the pillowcase. Her thighs are pressed flat against the mattress, open wide for me, allowing me to sink my hard cock deep inside her pussy. The palms of my hands are holding the back of them, fingers digging into her plush, smooth skin to keep my movements slow and fucking steady. The afternoon sun bleeds through the open windows of my bedroom, casting a golden glow on her naked body. I thrust forward, burying my length all the way inside her.
“Rowdy…” she gasps for breath, her head lifting, dark eyes flashing open to lock on mine. “God, you’re… you’re so deep.”
“You like it when I’m all the way in, sunshine,” I growl low in my chest, holding myself buried inside her, feeling her cunt pulse around my dick.
“Yes,” she whimpers. Her small hands reach up to grasp my biceps, her nails digging into my skin, I’m sure leaving crescent moons. “Don’t move. Stay right there, please.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I smile, a slow, possessive curve of my lips as I lean down, my chest hovering inches above her bare breasts. Her cherry-colored nipples are begging for my mouth, but that would require losing her tight heat, and I’m not ready for that. Not yet at least. When I do pull back at an agonizingly slow pace, I watch as Jett’s stomach contracts before thrusting back in with a firm, deliberate push. The head of my dick bumps against her cervix, and a sharp, breathy moan is torn from her throat.
“Rowdy, fuck. Wait,” she pant-laughs. Her hands slide up my arms to rest on my shoulders. “Wait. Stop moving for a second. I have news.”
“News? Right now, Jett? While I’m inside you?” I pause mid-stroke, my hips resting flush against hers, my brows pulling together in amused confusion.
“It’s important.” Her lips curl into a teasing, swollen smile from our kissing. Her cheeks are flushed a gorgeous pink, and her chest is heaving.
“If this is about throwing away the condoms, we already did that.” I chuckle, my thumb stroking her skin. “That was last week’s good news, remember? You don’t get to use that card twice.” We both shared our tests results, and since Jett’s on the pill, we tossed the condoms, thank Christ.
“I know,” she murmurs. Her eyes sparkle with a triumphant light that makes my heart beat faster. “This is new news.”
“Alright.” I lean down to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of her lips before pulling back to look at her. “Spill it, sunshine. What news can possibly compete with what we’re doing right now? Because I’m pretty sure there’s nothing better than this.” She tilts her head, her fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging gently to pull me back to her lips.
“Well,” she begins, her tone dripping with a quiet satisfaction, “considering the Lonestars officially hired me this morning as their full-time media manager and content creator… I think it’s right up there with it.”