Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Nah. Well, he might have, but I got out of there before he had the chance.”
“Good,” he mutters, though I see a darkness swelling in his eyes, and I have no doubt Miller and Jaxon will have a private word together. I just hope Jaxon comes out of it still breathing.
God, I love how he’s becoming territorial over me and just that little bit possessive. Is Sophie right? Could he be the exception? It would be so good if he was. I could see myself falling so deeply in love with this guy. It’s crazy.
“Hey, Tank,” I call out, as I see him leaving the locker room. He turns and grunts at me. “Can you get your skates on? I’ve got something different for you two.”
They give each other a curious glance but shrug it off and get busy lacing up their skates. “I’m not getting naked with Miller, if that’s what you want,” Tank warns me.
“Don’t stress,” I laugh. “You guys even get to keep your pants on for this.”
“Damn,” Miller murmurs under his breath as he finishes tying his skates.
They both stand and face me, waiting for directions. “Grab your sticks and pucks,” I tell them, then instantly roll my eyes as they both grab their dicks, cackling at their own wit. God, they’re idiots. “Your other sticks and pucks,” I confirm, turning away and heading back up the hallway to the entrance of the ice.
I open the barrier gate and look out onto the ice, trying to work out how I’m going to get into the center without making an ass of myself. Miller comes up behind me and places his hands on my waist. “You didn’t think this through, did you?” he smirks.
“Nope.”
He scoops me up in his warm arms as he steps onto the ice, effortlessly gliding around. Tank hops on after us but doubles back when he sees Sophie approaching the gate. “Where do you want us?” Miller asks.
“Just drop me in the center, then you guys are going to show off a little.” His eyes light up in excitement as Sophie squeals from the side. I glance back to find her hanging over Tank’s shoulder as he effortlessly glides toward us.
Miller puts me down and not long after, I have Sophie standing beside me, gripping Tank’s arm for balance. “Okay, drop the puck directly in front, then you guys come for it from either side with your sticks out, maybe spray up a bit of ice too,” I instruct, then take a deeper look around the arena.
Miller and Tank begin to take off when an idea strikes. “Wait, wait, wait,” I say. They stop immediately and turn with curious gazes. “Can we turn the arena lights off and put the spotlights on?”
“No problem,” Miller says, dashing to the side, jumping the barrier, and heading into some kind of control room. The lights go out, leaving us in darkness for the shortest moment before the spotlights come on, creating big circles of light on the ice. Within seconds, Miller is back on the ice, flying toward us.
I shuffle over to adjust my position against the spotlight and get Tank to drop the puck right in the center of the ice. “Can you use your stick and pretend like you’re going to hit the puck?” I ask Tank, who doesn’t hesitate to get into position.
I take a few shots and pull the camera back to have a look at the screen. “Oh, yeah,” I say, leaning toward Sophie. “Check this out.”
She takes the camera and studies the screen as a smile takes over her face. “Fuck me, this is giving me a lady boner.”
Tank and Miller skate over and take the camera from Sophie’s hands, looking over the pictures. “Not bad,” Tank says, and I know coming from him that’s the greatest compliment I’ll ever receive.
“Thanks, just do that again. I want to try it from a lower angle, getting more of the ice,” I explain. They skate off as I get down on the ice and lay flat on my stomach. “Shit,” I hiss through a clenched jaw as the cold seeps through my clothes. I look through the camera and let out a frosty groan. These shots are going to be awesome, I just wish I could get them without my titties freezing to the ice. But hell, no pain, no gain.
I take a few more shots of the guys then get them to mix it up. “Now, come at each other from the sides and fight for the puck,” I order. They do as we ask, and we spend the next few minutes trying different things.
“I think Miller needs more oil,” Sophie suggests, pulling it from her back pocket.
“Nah, he looks fine,” I tell her suspiciously. When in fact, he looks more than fine.