Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
That’s exactly what this girl does to me.
Tears me apart before putting me back together again.
My hands cup the sides of her head to hold her in place as I pull away and search her eyes.
“Missed you, angel.”
“I missed you too,” she says with a husky laugh. “Congrats on the game. You were amazing out there. Nothing got past you.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “I was amazing because you were there, wearing my jersey, cheering me on. I always played better when you were in the stands watching.”
I press my lips against hers. “Everyone’s heading over to Slap Shotz to celebrate. Any interest in going? Or would you rather head home?” I waggle my brows. “We could always chill out and watch a movie.”
She snorts. “Why do I get the feeling that we would never get around to the movie portion of the evening?”
“Because even after all these years, you still know me.”
“I do.” Her expression sobers. “Just like you know me.”
“I’ve always known you, Fallyn. Even when you wanted nothing to do with me.”
She buries her face against my chest as I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. It’s the closest my heart will ever come to being inside my body again.
She raises her face before stretching up onto the tips of her toes and pressing her lips to mine. “We should probably make an appearance at the bar, or everyone will wonder what happened to you.”
“I don’t give a shit about that.”
“I know.” Her lips lift into a smile. “Then we can take off and I’ll congratulate you in private.”
I raise a brow, warming to the idea. “Exactly what would that entail?”
“Whatever you want,” she says with a smile.
“Hmm, I can think of a couple things that would keep you busy for quite a while. And then maybe you can sit on my face again because I fucking love having your pussy hovering over my mouth.”
Heat floods her cheeks as she groans and buries her face against my chest. “Stop.”
“Never,” I say with a chuckle.
Instead of scooping her up in my arms and carrying her home, I reluctantly take a step in retreat and pick up my athletic duffle. Then I throw an arm around her shoulders and haul her against me.
It’s exactly where she belongs.
“Let’s get out of here. The sooner we make an appearance, the sooner you can make good on all those promises.”
Chapter 35
Fallyn
Gerry flashes a shit-eating grin as Wolf ushers us through the back door of the bar.
“Well, well, well…isn’t this a nice surprise to see you here on your night off.” He flicks a glance at Wolf as they bump fists. “Looks like you aren’t the only winner tonight, Westerville. I’m suddenly two hundred dollars richer.”
When my mouth tumbles open, he actually laughs before jerking his head toward the man at my side. “Oh yeah, everyone saw the way this guy was constantly hovering. FYI—it was Erin who started the pool.”
When I find the other waitress in the crowd, she smiles before shrugging. “If you’d held out for another week, that money would be mine,” she calls out from a few tables away. “But I won’t hold that against you. I’m not sure how you managed to go this long without giving in.”
“I want my winnings by the end of the night,” Gerry tells her.
She waves him away before taking off for the bar.
I groan, unable to believe that my new co-workers were betting on my relationship with Wolf. Before I can say anything, he whisks me away.
“Did you know about this?” I ask as we wind our way through the crush of bodies, unsure if I’m irritated or just plain embarrassed.
“Nope. And I wouldn’t have cared if I had.”
His smooth voice has the power to mollify me.
Since we’re late getting here, the place is already packed to the gills. Hands reach out, congratulating Wolf on what a great game he had. Girls gravitate to him, attempting to stroke his chest and strike up conversations. It doesn’t matter if I’m tucked securely beneath his arm. They’d happily steal him away—or join us, if that’s the only way they can have a small piece of him.
I glance over to see if he notices the attention, but he doesn’t bother making eye contact with any of them. His gaze is locked on the tables shoved together in the back as he presses me closer.
Realizing every seat is occupied, Wolf taps a younger player on the shoulder and tells him to move it. The kid scrambles out of his way without question. After dropping down onto the chair, he pulls me onto his lap before wrapping his arms around my waist and brushing his lips over mine.
“An hour,” he grumbles. “Then we’re out of here.”
I can’t resist the smile that curves my lips. “Oh? You have big plans for later?”