Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
"That's Captain to you, kid," I remind him before shooting past him and stealing the puck right out from under him. "Seems you still have a bit to lean," I laugh as I shoot down the other end of the ice and shoot the puck straight into the center of the goal.
“That doesn’t count,” Jax whines like the little brother I’ve come to see him as. “We haven’t started yet.”
“What’s that?” I grin. “Do you need me to slow down so you can catch up?”
At that, he shut's up and presses his lips together, bringing an intense look of concentration over his face. I know he was the star of the Dragon's last year but that was college hockey, this is the big leagues. The NHL and here, he's only just getting started and still has a shit load to learn, which no doubt he will, and when that happens, he will be a force to reckoned with and I'm sure he will be right up there, challenging me for my position.
Knowing neither myself or Jax are going to play fair, Carter comes down to the edge of the ice and firmly plants a chair in the snow before declaring himself the official referee. With that, Jax and I meet in the middle and wait for Carter to get the game started.
He lets out an ear-shattering whistle and I drop the puck between us.
Jax’s lightning fast reflexes scoops up the puck before taking off but he hasn’t quite got the speed that I possess. I take off like a bat out of hell behind him and it only takes a few short moments before I’m coming up beside him.
Jax darts to the left while showing off with some fancy-ass footwork that makes me think the idiot is better off in a pair of figure skates. As he gains on my goal, I drop back from trying to chase him so I can get in front of my goal before he shoots.
Seeing my plan being set in motion, Jax desperately takes his shot while trying to beat me to the goal. I watch as the puck starts flying through the air and I force myself forward. I dive for the goal and slide across the slick ice just in time to save the puck from making a home out of my goal.
I quickly catch my breath as I look up at Jax with a grin. “Too slow, kid.”
He rolls his eyes while he waits for me to get up off the ice. The game goes on and on and even though I’d never admit it, I’m pleased that Jax is keeping up with me as it could only mean good things for the team.
Half-an-hour later, we’re both covered from top to toe in sweat, our breaths are coming heavy and we’re tying on nine points each. Cassie cheers and hollers from the side while Sean and Sara are caught up with each other playing tonsil hockey, and I’m pretty sure Carter has given up on refereeing as he has been playing on his phone for the last ten minutes.
The puck gets dropped to the ice and I make my move. There’s no way I’m letting Jax beat me. I would never live it down. I fly down the ice with Jax thundering down the ice behind me like some kind of wild beast.
He darts for the puck but I'm too quick. I sidestep and fly around the slick ice but Jax keeps right up behind me, as determined as ever. His next glide pushes him to my left and I read him like a book.
He darts for me once again while trying to cut me off. His hockey stick flies out towards the puck but I’m ready for it. I shoot the puck forward and watch as it sails smoothly under his stick. I catapult myself into the air and jump over his stick, narrowly missing colliding into him as he cuts across the ice.
“Fuck,” he curses, though I’m not sure if it’s from the shock of me jumping out in front of him or if it’s from the realisation that he’s already lost the game.
A sick grin comes over my face as I race towards the goal knowing he now has no chance of catching up. My stick flies back as it prepares to launch the puck into the goal. I push myself forward once again only to have my blade catch on the lump in the ice that Jax had tripped over earlier.
I go down like a sack of shit while my other leg shoots forward, desperately trying to catch myself yet that only causes me to end up doing a really awful version of the splits. A sharp pain shoots up my upper thigh and I’m pretty damn sure I ripped my ball sack in half.