Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“My dad is the coach,” he admits, his voice a little softer than before. “And I do love hockey.”
“What are your plans after graduation?”
“I want to go into the draft. Not sure which one, though.”
“What do you love more?”
“I don’t know.”
I exhale heavily. “I need you to figure that out, because when I leave this team, there are no other underclassmen on the team who I trust to carry on the legacy that is the Bullies.” His eyes cut to mine. “You’re talented, and you could be a good leader. You’ve just got to know what you want.”
“And you always knew this was what you wanted?”
I nod. “Always. I love everything about this sport. I love how it makes me feel. I love the sounds. The feel of my stick in my hand. The sensation of scoring and having the crowd lose their fucking minds. I love this sport. Do you?”
I watch as he visibly mulls that over, and I get bored waiting. I tap the ice and then point to the net. “Go left circle, and I’ll pass you some one-timers.”
He only nods as he skates away, and I don’t think I’m gonna make it with this kid. I take another swig of my water, and I swear, I get this feeling I’m being watched. When I look over my shoulder, I find out why. Cameron is leaning on the bench by the door the scorekeeper uses to get out of the box and onto solid ground. She waves, and I usher her forward. “Hey there,” I call to her as she comes through the door.
“Hey,” she says, walking toward me as I push up my cage so I can give her a kiss. She leans into the kiss, making it real hard to stop. Especially when she slides her hands up the back of my neck and into the sweaty spot where my hair is probably curling all kinds of ways. We’ve seen each other this week, but not as much as I want to. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was busy. The girl is always doing something. But now, I’m along for the ride. We’re in constant contact, just the way I like it. And I feel selfish, but I want more.
I want all of her.
I pull back, kissing her top lip and then her nose.
“I thought I was picking you up?”
“I got bored,” she says with a sigh. “I’ve been getting my work done quickly so I can make sure I have time to do things with you. And now, when you’re busy, I’m bored.”
I grin, kissing her nose again. “I’m almost done.”
“I see you haven’t killed him yet.”
“Barely,” I confess as I flash her a wink. I take in her high ponytail and the cute oversized, fuzzy white sweater dress with lace at the hem that comes to her knees, almost skimming the top of her high brown boots. She has a large brown scarf around her neck, but it’s the gloss on her lips that has my desire running rampant in my body. “You look real good, my beauty.”
Her lips curve. “And you’re sweaty as hell.”
I grin down at her as I start to back away from her. “You love it,” I accuse, and her face fills with a flush.
“I do, but more so when you’re naked,” she says with a flirty wink. My stomach clenches as I shake my head. I haven’t had this girl since our date, and not even the four times we went at it that night were enough to quench my need for her. I’d take her right now. I know she doesn’t have a bra on; I can see her hard nipples poking the fabric of her sweater.
“Behave, you.”
“What? I didn’t say anything naughty, did I?” Her eyes go hooded as she licks those sweet lips, being exactly what she claims she isn’t.
My naughty girl.
I exhale a shaky breath. “I can’t with you.”
She smirks. “Oh Benny, I know for a fact that isn’t true. You can with me, very efficiently.”
Before I can respond or even laugh, out of the corner of my eye, I see a puck coming full force toward us. Actually, for Cameron. I hear her scream just as I throw my blade up, stopping the puck in midair and turning my wrist to redirect it down to the ice. I whip my gaze to Cameron, my heart in my throat. “Are you okay?” I ask, out of breath, closing the distance between us.
She draws in a deep breath, blinking before meeting my gaze. “You saved my life.”
I chuckle softly. “Maybe not your life, but for sure your teeth or your nose.”
“How in the hell did you do that?” she asks, blinking rapidly as I hear the crunch of ice and Dawson coming up beside me.