Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Because you damn well know I’d do it.
It’s a pleasant surprise to find her here.
Know what’s not a pleasant surprise?
Finding her in Maverick McKinnon’s jersey.
My eyes narrow when I realize that’s exactly who she’s chatting with.
Not to mention, smiling at.
Hot licks of jealousy flare to life inside me before settling in the pit of my gut to simmer. No matter how much I attempt to stomp it out, it’s always been like that with her. Watching Carina talk and flirt with other guys drives me batshit crazy. It makes me want to plow my fist into their faces.
Even the ones who are my friends.
Have I?
No.
Have I come close?
Yup.
Now that I’ve actually gotten a taste of her, been inside the heat of her body, made her shutter around me before moaning out her pleasure, it’s even more so. I might have reluctantly agreed to keep what we’re doing on the downlow, but I want all these motherfuckers to know that she belongs to me.
For the time being.
If that thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, I shove it aside.
My attention stays locked on her like a heatseeking missile as I shove my way through the crowd. People reach out, slapping me on the shoulder, congratulating me on the game. I remember what it felt like the first time I scored a hat trick as a mite.
Best fucking feeling in the world.
And you know what?
I still get the same rush fourteen years later.
But today, it meant even more.
When I’m about ten feet away, Carina turns, her blue-gray gaze fastening onto me. There’s a spark of challenge in her eyes. I have the sneaking suspicion it has more to do with the name plastered across her back rather than the fact she now owes me a BJ.
Did this girl really think that seeing her in Mav’s jersey would throw me off my game?
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
Not with a blowjob from Carina on the line.
Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about those pouty lips wrapped around my dick?
Too many to count.
Nothing was getting in my way tonight. Including that fucking goalie who seemed to catch every damn shot I fired off.
Except for three lucky ones that slipped in.
Barely do I give Mav the time of day before wrapping my fingers around her upper arm and steering her away from the group and down a long stretch of deserted corridor.
“Good talk, Hamilton,” Maverick’s voice echoes after us.
“Was it really necessary to drag me away like that?” she asks indignantly. “Maybe you didn’t notice, but I was in the middle of a conversation.”
“Yes, it was,” I say voice strung tight. “And I don’t give a fuck about your convo. We have several things to discuss.”
“Oh?”
As if she doesn’t know.
Ha!
We turn another corner before I grind to a halt and swing her around to face me.
She lifts her chin. The way her eyes glitter tells me that she knows exactly what’s about to go down.
Her.
I release her long enough to grip the hem of the jersey she’s wearing and drag it up her body before tugging it over her head. The purse and jacket she’s holding gets dropped to the floor in the process. There’s a pale pink cami beneath that hugs every slender curve. It’s tempting to rip that off as well.
“What do you think you’re doing?” More indignation wafts off her.
I drop Mav’s sweater on top of her jacket.
“If you’re going to wear someone’s jersey, it’ll be mine. You can add that to our growing list of rules.”
Her chin rises another notch. “Is that so?”
“Damn right it is.”
I step closer, backing her up against the concrete wall before nipping at her top lip and then the lower one. There’s a faint vanilla taste from the balm she slicked on. It only stokes the flames of my desire and makes me want her more.
Although, it’s doubtful anything could make me want this girl less.
Even seeing her in another guy’s jersey.
Her breathing turns labored.
And I fucking love it.
Love that I’m able to affect her when she tries so damn hard not to give me a reaction.
“I believe you owe me a blowjob, pretty girl.”
“Here?” Her face turns slack as her eyes widen. “Now?”
That wasn’t the original plan but…
Why the hell not?
I glance up and down the hallway to reconfirm that it’s empty. There’s the faint hum of laughter and conversation that drifts from the lobby.
“Yup.” I cock my head. “What’s the matter? Afraid of getting caught with your mouth stuffed full of dick?”
Some chicks would slap me for saying something so vulgar. Carina isn’t one of them. Instead, her pupils dilate in response, the black swallowing up the blue-gray color.
When she remains silent, looking uncertain, I drop my voice. “I dare you.”
She squeezes her eyes tightly closed and gulps. The delicate column of her throat works, heightening my own excitement. It’s like waving a red cape in front of a bull. When her lashes flutter open again, lust swirls through the glittery depths. It’s so fucking intoxicating.