Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Tell me what to do, Logan,” I whimper. Why is this turning me on so much?
“How should I know,” he says, chuckling, though it sounds pained. There is something so heady about being the only woman to ever see him like this. To ever love him like this. To ever worship him like this.
“Tell me anyway,” I say, before taking him back into my mouth.
“Take me down your throat, duchess.” I do what he tells me to and put my own spin on it. Of course I do. Finally, blessedly his non-injured hand tangles in my hair and he uses it to guide me. He feels so hot and hard in my hand. I must be doing something right because he shouts and comes in my mouth without warning. He’s tastes salty yet somehow also sweet. “Fuck. That was perfect,” he says. I pull my mouth off of him, mesmerized by the trail of saliva still connecting us together. I tuck him back into his shorts and he pulls me too my feet.
“We should probably get you to the hospital though,” I say. He doesn’t appear to be bleeding anymore, but he should get that nose and hand looked at. Before we even have a chance to move, the door to the locker room bursts open again.
“What the fuck was that, mate?” Jake shouts, coming into the room alone. It’s never a good sign when his little assistant, Kelly, isn’t following after him like a lost puppy. But honestly, thank God he didn’t come in a few minutes ago. That would have been embarrassing as hell. I don’t say anything as the two men stare at each other.
I can hear Logan’s teeth clenching. He better not get into another fight.
eleven
LOGAN
I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking out there, but it’s too late to worry about that now. It was both unprofessional and unsportsmanlike, but sometimes violence is the answer. I have never lost my temper like that before, but I’ll be damned if I let someone talk about Patience like that, to my face. I get that people say shit to her or about her all the time, but it hits different when its right in my face. To make matters worse, he was lewd as hell when he was talking about fucking her. That motherfucker is lucky I didn’t fucking kill him. I’m getting pissed off all over again just thinking about it. I have to force myself to calm down. I look over at Patience. Her lips are swollen, and her lipstick is smeared. Thank fuck Jake didn’t see her like that. That’s only for me.
“Jake, I’m sorry man. I was so fucking pissed off. That motherfucker said something about my girl, and I fucking lost it. It’s no excuse…”
“Eh, that excuse is as good as any,” Jake says, confusing the hell out of me.
“You’re not mad?” Patience asks.
“Oh, no. I’m mad, and your suspended without pay for the rest of the season, but I get why you did what you did. I’d have done the same fucking thing.”
“Where’s Kelly?” Patience asks.
“I don’t fucking know,” Jake growls. I know that growl. He’s gone for the girl but hasn’t done a thing about it. He should get on that before someone else snatches her up.
“So I’m not fired?” I ask, clarifying.
“No. Can’t be firing my best hooker.” Again the context, but I can’t help chuckling.
“Okay. That was a lot of tension for no reason,” Patience huffs. “I’m taking him to the hospital now.”
“Let me know how that goes,” Jake says.
“Of course. Thanks for being so understanding,” I tell him.
“No problem. Get that hand looked at. Your nose looks fucked up too,” he says.
“Yeah. No kidding,” I say. Patience takes my good hand, and we go out to the car she has waiting.
The drive to the hospital is blessedly short. Once there it’s determined that while my nose is definitely broken, my hand is more complicated. I’ll need surgery to get the tendons back in place, but that’s a week or so from now.
While waiting for the doctor to come back into room, I get a text from my agent. Martin Van Klaus is the best in the business. His main focus is sports management, but he’s knowledgeable in the creative outlets as well. He doesn’t want his client to have to shop around for another agent when their career takes another path. He’s good like that.
I saw what happened. They are replaying it on all the sports networks. You OK?
At the hospital now. Surgery scheduled for next week.
So you’re out the rest of the season?
Yes. Unpaid, unfortunately.
Excellent.
I fail to see why that’s fucking excellent, Marty.
You got the part, dumbass. Why you wanted to play the Duke of Stroking Off, I’ll never know.
They already got back to you?
Yeah. The producer Holly wanted you as soon as she knew you were interested.