Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
"If you weren't a kinky bastard, you wouldn't have that problem." Wes kicks the side of Gray's skate, smirking. "You're supposed to stick to the vanilla shit during Playoffs."
"Who's having vanilla sex?" Jonas asks.
"Wes," Gray says. "Apparently his sex life is boring as hell and Laney is miserable because we made Playoffs."
Jonas booms laughter.
The smirk slides from Wes's face. "I did not say any of that bullshit," he growls in protest. "I said you're supposed to stick to vanilla. I can handle a little pain. You cry like a bitch when you pull a muscle."
I sigh heavily, trying to tune out my teammates as they bicker back and forth about their sex lives and who is the bigger baby. It's an old argument no one ever wins. The sad fact is Kelsey has the biggest pair on the team…and she's not even technically on the team. But all it takes is a single glare from her to remind the whole team that they're overgrown babies.
"So, who is it, Kris?" Gray asks.
"Both of you."
Wes scowls at me, his gray eyes narrowed. "You weren't even listening, were you?"
"Nope, but if he's asking which of you is the biggest idiot, my answer remains unchanged."
Gray shakes his head, fighting a smile. Jonas laughs. Wes just shoots me another glare.
"Stop fucking around and hit the ice. We have practice."
"Can't start practice without Coach." Theo skates up to the boards with Kellan Alexander in tow. "He's in a meeting with Kelsey."
"Who fucked up this time?" Kellan asks.
Naturally, everyone turns to me with matching expectant expressions. As if I have an inside scoop on who is on Kelsey's bad side now. With this team, it's anyone's guess. They'll never admit it, but I'm convinced they only get into half the trouble they do because they like trying to make her head explode. Every man on this team would walk through hell for her, but they're like brothers…incapable of making it through a day without doing something to annoy her.
She pretends she hates it, but I know better. She'd fight dragons for every single one of these guys. Hell, she has fought dragons for them.
"Contrary to popular belief, I don't know everything," I mutter, leaning down to tighten the lace on my skate.
"You could if you'd handle your shit already," Theo says bluntly.
"What he said," Wes agrees.
"And not like that bullshit you tried to pull the other day in the locker room but actually handled it," Theo adds as if he's some wizened elder instead of a motherfucker who was in the same boat I'm in now just a few weeks ago himself.
"There's nothing to handle."
"Been there, said that," Theo mutters.
"Same," Jonas agrees, holding out his fist for Theo to bump.
I glare at both of them. Everyone knows how I feel about Kelsey. They know how she feels about me, too. The thing is…they don't know everything. They don't know that I kissed her. They don't know she melted in my arms when I did it. And they have no clue that we fucked in the conference room. They don't know I made her come in the hall last night, either.
I have no intention of telling them. She'd skin me alive.
"Does she seem off to anyone else, or is it just me?" Gray asks.
Shit. I'm not the only one who's noticed that she's not been acting like herself. I don't think it has anything to do with me, either. She seems…exhausted. As if she's been working too hard and sleeping too little. Part of me worries that I keep her up at night. But my gut says it's not.
"She didn't make me scrub the toilets yesterday."
"She's definitely off," Wes agrees, stealing Theo's water when he turns his back and quickly squirting an entire bottle of lemon drops into it. "She didn't even threaten to kill me when I texted her first thing this morning. She didn't answer me at all. She just left me on read. Rude, by the way."
"She left me on read this morning too." Theo turns back around just as Wes replaces his water and drops back down onto the bench, trying to appear innocent. Either Theo doesn't notice, or he buys it because he barely spares him a glance.
"I'd leave your dumbasses on read, too," Kellan snorts, shaking his dark head.
"You text her just as much as we do," Jonas points out.
"Uh, no. I've got other things to do."
"Is that why you've been so sketchy lately? You're acting suspicious as fuck." Jonas narrows his eyes at Kellan. "Are you fucking someone?"
"What? No." A flash of guilt flickers through Kellan's expression before he manages to school it. I don't think Jonas sees it, though. I make a note to pull Kellan aside later and find out what—and who—he's doing that has him wearing that look. The last thing we need is for him to run afoul of one of his teammates during Playoffs.