Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“That we slept with her and used our leverage as team players to get her something within the organization in exchange for sexual favors.”
“What did she do? Just like… pick you guys off the team roster and target you?” she asks in disgust, clearly incensed on our behalf.
And I wasn’t expecting these direct questions. Suddenly, I’m feeling a little hot under the collar.
“Not exactly,” I admit.
“Not exactly… what?” she inquires with her eyebrows drawn inward.
“Well… I actually kind of slept with her.” I watch her expectantly, wondering just how low I’ve sank in her opinion by admitting that.
“You slept with her?” she demands, her eyes now flaring with heat and indignation. “Dax… how could you?”
I know I should feel angry and defensive over her tone, but frankly, it’s cute as fuck. I can’t help but mess with her a bit. “Are you jealous, Mrs. Monahan?”
“No,” she snaps.
“Are you sure? Because it sounds like jealousy.”
“I’m not jealous,” she growls.
“That’s good,” I chide while trying to hide a smile. “Because that was long before you became Mrs. Monahan and before anyone even knew what a nut job this lady was. She came on to me, Regan. She was hot. And while you might not want to admit your husband was such a bad boy, I really didn’t turn my nose up at that sort of thing.”
Regan huffs and grabs onto the tray, attempting to swing her legs off the bed, but I’m still sitting there and blocking her way. I lean over her, plant a hand on the mattress, and put my face into hers, grinning down. “Don’t be jealous, baby. You are so much hotter than she was.”
“Oooohhh, you big jerk,” she snarls, trying to figure out how to push me away without spilling the half-full bowl of soup.
I can’t help but laugh, taking the tray off her lap and setting it on the table. She uses this as an opportunity to roll the opposite way off the bed, but then I’m on her.
I’ve got her flipped on her back, underneath me in the middle of the mattress. My hands go to her wrists, and I pin them above her head. She glares, tries to buck, and I start to get hard that she’s fighting me.
What a sick fuck I am.
“I think this woman targeted us,” I explain. “In hindsight, that’s what I believe she was doing. The night I met her, she was flirting hard with both me and Erik. She went home with me. Later, she tried for Erik, but I’d warned him off her as something wasn’t quite right about her. She targeted Sebastian Parr, our director of marketing, for sure. Set up a job interview with him, then later claimed untrue shit. It’s an unfortunate situation we’re all in, but at least the team is standing behind us on this.”
Her face softens a bit as she takes it all in.
Dipping my head, I press my mouth to hers. She tries to turn away from me and I let her, using the opportunity to put my lips to her ears. “No one compares to you, Regan. No one. Not ever. And you can’t possibly be mad at me for something I did months ago before I ever came to find out how amazing you are. Long before I ever thought we’d be married. So stop being mad and kiss me back, okay?”
She totally deflates. When she turns her face to me, her look is chagrined. Pursing her lips, she mutters. “Still… gross you’d be with someone so manipulative.”
“Didn’t know she was manipulative then, babe,” I reply smartly. “Fact is, we didn’t do a whole lot of talking, so—”
“Okay,” she says quickly to interrupt me. “Don’t want to hear details.”
“Can I kiss you now?” I ask with a grin.
Regan’s eyelids droop slightly, her mouth curving into a sexy smile. “Depends on where you want to kiss me?”
“Do you have a preference?” I ask, my voice having dropped an octave on its own accord.
“Between my legs,” she whispers. “And take your time with it.”
My cock goes from tingling in anticipation to full-on hard in about a nanosecond. “Jesus, Regan… you’re learning things awfully damn fast.”
Her straight teeth flash as she wiggles under me. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I’m not waiting. Not for another fucking moment.
CHAPTER 20
Dax
February 25th.
Trade deadline.
It’s nineteen days away.
For some players, it’s a time of stress. Other times, it’s a time of hope and excitement. I expect the Vengeance management is going to be looking at all offers quite seriously as we head into the playoffs as one of the top-ranked teams in our division. Our shot at the Cup is as good as any, which means management will take any and all serious offers that will bolster our team further.
This is causing a bit of speculation as well as stress as the biggest player at risk on our team is Tacker. He currently stands suspended from our team for being drunk and driving his vehicle into a concrete barricade. While on the ice, he was playing at his best, but his emotional instability is a liability no one can overlook. On top of that, no one knows if management has even given Tacker a way to try to make it back onto the team, and if they have, if Tacker is even interested.