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)
“What?” I freeze completely, staring down at her.
“You heard me.” Her smile grows wider. “Mitch and the managers sent me the final contract two hours ago. I signed it before I got in bed with you.”
“Full-time?” I repeat, the realization blindsides me harder than any hit I’d ever laid on someone on the ice. “Not a temporary position, no probationary contract?”
“Full-time,” she confirms, her voice softening, losing her teasing edge. She runs her thumbs over my cheekbones as her eyes search mine with a raw, fierce vulnerability. “That means I’m with you. On the road, in the arena, every game, ever city. Always.”
The words settle deep in my soul, loosening a knot I didn’t realize I was holding on to. For the past couple of weeks, the nagging thought of her finishing working on my social media and packing up her things to leave for the next client has been lurking in the back of my head like a dark shadow. But now, sitting here, buried deep inside her, knowing she’s staying, fuck, it completely undoes me.
“Always?” I mutter, my voice thick and gravelly.
“Always, Bouch,” she whispers, her lower lip trembling slightly. “Unless you get sick of me filming you non-stop.
“Never gonna happen, sunshine. Fuck, do you know how many times I wish you had your camera handy when we’re like this, thinking I’d have to share you with others, and need this to get me through the long days on the road? Fuck, I love you, Jett.” The truth has been burning inside my chest, and it finally bursts.
“Finally.” A gorgeous, watery smile lights up her face. “Finally, he admits it.” She blinks away the tears threatening to tumble over. “We’re going to circle back to the other half of your statement.”
“Loved you since you yelled at me in Mitch’s office,” I grunt, nudging my nose against hers. “You just took your sweet time noticing.”
“I love you, too, Rowdy,” Jett says softly, her voice steady, clear, and absolute. “So much.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. I don’t give her another second to think. I drop my head, sealing my mouth over hers in a deep, desperate kiss, tasting her sweetness while my hips begin to move again.
“Rowdy,” she gasps into my mouth as I pull back slightly, picking up my pace. I push her legs back, pressing her knees back to keep her open for me. I thrust into her cunt with long, powerful strokes, my dick driving deep, hitting that spot over and over until she’s sobbing my name.
“Sunshine, you gonna come for me?”” I growl out, driving my pace home.
“Yes,” she cries out, staying still while I continue fucking her. My thumb presses down on her swollen clit.
“Come for me, Jett.” She shatters. Her entire body ripples, cunt pulsing around my cock, and she takes me right along with her.
I collapse over her, chest heaving, face buried in the warm curve of her neck. Jett wraps her arms around my shoulders, her legs circle my waist, and she draws some kind of designs on my back. I lift my head slightly, looking down at the woman who’s my absolute world. She grins up at me, exhausted, thoroughly loved, and completely mine.
“Best news ever, Bouch,” she breathes.
“Best news ever, sunshine,” I agree, pulling her flush against my chest, knowing I’m never letting her go.