Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
She blinks up at me. “How do you know my middle name?”
“Wow, I guessed it right.” I’m smug as fuck as I guide my cock to her opening and push inside, hard, making her gasp. “You make me fucking crazy. Can’t. Get. Enough.”
With each word, I slam into her, and her hands dive into my hair, gripping so tight it makes my scalp stretch.
“Your snug little pussy was made for me.”
“Your big-as-fuck, pierced cock was made for me,” she says, and bites my lower lip.
“I love your sassy mouth.”
I fuck her hard, the way I know she likes it, and then she’s clenching down on me and biting my shoulder so she doesn’t cry out as the orgasm washes over her.
“Fuck, Red.”
I follow her over, coming inside her, and when I pull out and set her down, I can’t help the smug smile that spreads over my lips.
“You won’t clean up,” I say as I tuck myself away. “You wanted to fuck at this game, so we fucked, and you’ll sit through the rest of it with my cum inside you. Every time you move, you’ll remember who just railed you in this bathroom.”
She blinks slowly, shrugs, and pulls on her leggings. When she turns away and I see her freshly fucked hair over my name and number, I almost tear her clothes off and do it all over again.
Later.
There’s plenty of time later.
When we walk out of the bathroom, I stop to grab some food from the small buffet that I had set up for us and walk over to check the score.
Both teams scored in the time that it took me to fuck my girl, but we’re still up by one.
We take our seats again, but by the second period, things are tense down on the ice, and I can’t handle sitting anymore, so I stand and move behind Ivy.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Nervous energy. You sit, I’m going to pace a little.”
She nods and turns back to the game, and when Cooper busts out into a fight, throwing down his gloves and going after an enforcer, my hands ball into fists.
This is torture.
Finally, Cooper and the other guy are pulled apart, and Coop is sent to the penalty box for four minutes.
I stand behind Ivy and run my fingers through her thick hair, and it soothes me. She leans back into me, and I keep combing her hair. It feels like spun silk. Everything about this woman is beautiful, even the curves that she’s self-conscious of, but this hair and the freckles sprinkled all over her body make me lose my mind.
The second period is coming to an end, and I want to go down and talk to the guys, so I lean over and kiss the top of Ivy’s head.
“I’m going to the locker room for a second.”
“Fun.” She stands and smiles at me. “I’ll be here. Don’t worry about me.”
There’s a knock on the door, and then Brit pokes her head in. “Hey, I’m comin’ to visit.”
“Oh good. He’s abandoning me.” Ivy points at me, and I scowl down at her.
“Go pump them up, Cap,” Brit says. “I’ll entertain your girl.”
I kiss Ivy’s lips, nod at Brit, and head out the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
IVY
“Do you want to come over to the WAGs box to meet some of the other girls?” Brit asks as she sits next to me.
“Not this time,” I reply, shaking my head. “I’m not ready for questions.”
Britney grins and then laughs. “Honey, you and Xander have been on that screen at least twenty times tonight, and every single time y’all can’t keep your hands to yourself. There are going to be so many questions.”
“But not to my face.” I shrug and glance down to the ice, where skaters are pushing shovels to clear off the loose shavings. “I know people will say whatever they want. I don’t really care, Brit. I just want to be with him. The rest is just noise, you know?”
“I know that, and you know that. And honestly, the other girls in that box know it too. I wouldn’t introduce you to a bunch of bitches. But I get it, tonight is for you two, and you can meet the others at the gala. Speaking of, I’m picking you up at noon tomorrow to go shopping. Make sure you have a big lunch beforehand because you’ll need the calories.”
The timing is great because I can work with Xander in the morning before I go with Britney.
“I thought we were just shopping for dresses.”
Britney pats my arm. “Oh, you sweet summer child. Bless your heart. We need shoes, underwear, bags. We also need to bulk up your wardrobe, since all of yours is gone. Yes, Xander filled me in on the highlights, and he’s also given me instructions to fill the closet here in Denver for you so you don’t have to haul luggage back and forth from Montana.”