Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
It might be petty to be enjoying this, but fuck, it feels amazing.
12
Jasper
At first, I think West is actively trying to piss me off, and then I catch on to what he’s doing.
This whole hockey match is nothing more than a glorified pissing contest, and I should be appalled. I should leave West and find my own way back to the hotel, but seeing him out there, it’s obvious why he was so popular during his hockey career. I’ve always assumed hockey was a sport for bruisers, but the way West moves, all smooth angles and controlled strength … it’s so fucking erotic, and I’m ashamed at the way my body reacts.
Seeing him play softens me. The way he said he misses it … I can tell. He gave up something he loves for his family, and seeing the evidence of that love makes me understand what he really sacrificed.
My respect for him builds.
Then he does something as boneheaded as targeting Thomas and Clayton on the ice.
It’s juvenile.
It’s petty.
And as Thomas crashes into him and practically bounces right off West’s muscles, it’s …
Turning me on?
Damn. Who am I?
My desire is killed, though, the second I spot blood.
Thomas howls, and as they help him off the ice, West doesn’t exactly look upset by it.
I walk over to him as everyone fusses over Thomas. “What was that?”
“Hockey.”
I duck my head so he can’t see my smirk. “Was it on purpose?”
“I almost wish it was. But no, that was a happy accident.”
“Happy?”
West shrugs. “I’m not going to pretend to be sad about giving a bully a taste of his own medicine. He didn’t give a shit about what he did to you back then. Maybe now he’ll know how it feels.”
“You stood up for me.”
“Of course. You didn’t deserve what those guys did to you.”
I glance over at where Thomas is still cursing up a storm, Shaun looking less than sympathetic. “I used to think I deserved it. You saw that photo of me. I wasn’t … fortunate-looking.”
“Yeah, I wish I could say looks don’t matter, but in high school they do. I’m glad I could even the playing field and give that kid something he would have killed to see.”
My lips twitch. “I definitely would have.”
Shaun walks over to thank West for the game, and West raises his voice so the people remaining hear him. “It was a great game. But now I’ve gotta get my sexy man home.”
He’s really overselling it.
As we walk away, he drops my hand and reaches over to squeeze my ass instead. “You’ve gotta admit that was fun,” he whispers.
“I don’t have to admit anything.”
“Aw … are you annoyed with me?”
“No.” I sigh. “I’m annoyed with me.”
That throws him enough that he stops walking. “Why?”
“Because I shouldn’t find that as hot as I did.”
“You thought that was hot.” He looks proud of himself as he pulls me closer. “How hot exactly?”
“About as hot as you pushing me against my locker and kissing me.” I laugh. “The last time I used that thing I wouldn’t have even been able to dream up the thought of a pro hockey player doing that. Even if it was only a cover.”
“And what if it wasn’t?”
“Wasn’t what?”
“Only a cover.” He leans in and runs his nose along my jaw. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to listen to those assholes, but maybe I did it because I think you’re sexy as hell.”
I pull back enough to study West’s expression. His eyes have darkened, and he’s staring at my lips. And I’m … I’m pretty sure he’s serious.
My hesitation lasts a second before complete want takes over.
“West?”
“Yeah?”
“Give me a better way to remember tonight.”
We’ve barely made it through the door to our room when I grab West’s shoulder and shove him into the wall. I’ve been staring at his ass the whole way up here, and I’ve reached the point where if I don’t touch him soon, I’m going to explode.
My free hand goes straight to his belt. “Can I?”
“Yes.” His hips push forward, seeking friction. “Yes, do it.”
I manage the belt one-handed as my other one finds his throat, pinning him to the wall. The light to the room came on automatically, giving me a clear view of how his green stare has gone heavy with lust, and his lips are shiny from where he’s licked them.
I press my forehead to his, and I slide my free hand down to cup his erection. He’s hot and heavy in my palm.
“What are you going to do with it?” West goads.
“Whatever I want.”
His lips curl in the corners. “Get on with it, then.”
He thinks he can order me around, does he? “Let me make it very clear that you’re not the one in control here.”
I swear his eyes almost roll back as a heavy exhale hits my mouth. “That actually sounds perfect.”