Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“No shit,” I mutter to the TV. Two prior Cup champions battling it out.
The second announcer’s voice has a nasal tone I can’t stand. “That’s right, Bob. The Cold Fury’s goaltender, Max Fournier, has been on a roll tonight. He’s made some incredible saves, denying the Vengeance any chance of scoring.”
The frustration is clear on my former teammates’ faces as the end of the second period winds down. I glance at my watch again, my left leg bobbing nervously.
“Oh and look at that. Nadeau’s stick caught Cold Fury winger Garrett Samuelson up high. The referee wasted no time in raising his arm to call that penalty.”
I sit up a little straighter, waiting for the replay. “Come on, Riggs. That was stupid.”
He knows it too. I can see the lines of anger etched on his face as the camera follows him into the penalty box.
“It’s a tough break for the Vengeance. Let’s take a closer look at the replay here.”
I wince as Samuelson’s head snaps back, Riggs’s stick catching him just under the tip of his visor. It wasn’t intentional, but it’s still not allowed and will be called ten times out of ten.
“The Cold Fury’s first line has been lethal throughout the season on the penalty play. I expect we’ll see—”
I point the remote at the TV and mute the sound. I can’t stand that one fucker’s tone but more than anything, I’m having a hard time concentrating on the game. My brain is spending far too much time thinking about Kiera.
Or more specifically, about the mind-blowing sex we had on her living room couch three nights ago. She’s absolutely ruined me. I went out last night with some of the single guys on the team and we had women swarming all over us. I had my pick of the ladies to take home and yet I left alone. I didn’t want any of them.
Only Kiera.
Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees, lost in a mental tug-of-war. Move the fuck on or try to see her again?
I understand the dangers of getting too attached or rather, too addicted. Going back for more of Kiera is only going to fuel my need. I know I’m also treading into forbidden territory with Kiera being Drake’s sister. I’m not sure how much of a complication that is, but I have to keep it in mind.
My head lifts and I stare at the TV.
Unmute it or throw caution to the wind?
“Fuck it,” I mutter, rising from the couch and heading for the door.
I’m taking a huge fucking risk, but the allure of Kiera is just too damned tempting to resist. One more night is all I need. Get her out of my system and then I can move on.
♦
No part of me is ashamed I’m ringing Kiera’s doorbell at nine thirty and I make no apologies for not calling ahead. I’m an impulsive guy and I do what pleases me.
Also, I didn’t want to take the risk she’d shoot me down. If she does it face to face, I have a better chance of talking her into letting me come in.
The front doors are two-thirds glass with dark-stained wood bottoms. I can see Kiera as she walks into the living room from the side hall, wrapping a robe around herself. She doesn’t seem surprised, so I’m guessing she checked me out on her security app when I first rang the bell.
She doesn’t look irritated to see me, which is good, but I can’t read much on that exquisite face of hers.
“What are you doing here?” she asks after opening the door.
I know one of the things that had Kiera interested in me originally was my boyish charm and confident, flirty nature. I turn that up high, giving her a rakish smile. “Just out and about… thought I’d stop by.”
She arches one eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. It plumps her breasts and I can’t help the quick ogle. Her stubborn refusal to be charmed has me pulling out my phone. I tap the screen a few times, scroll and then hold it up for her to see. “I tested negative. Just wanted you to know.”
“You could have texted,” she says. “I would have told you mine was negative too.”
“I could have texted,” I murmur in agreement as I take a step closer. She stands her ground at the threshold, but that’s fine by me. I slip my fingers under the belt of her robe and give a playful tug. “But then I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see you wearing this sexy thing. What do you have under it?”
Her lips twitch and that’s indeed a good sign. She knows exactly what I’m here for and she’s not pushing me away. But there’s uncertainty in her eyes.
“Come on, Kiera,” I murmur with gentle persuasion. “Let’s indulge in one more night of hot-as-hell sex. One more night… no strings attached.”