Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
My brother let this happen for all of five seconds before he slipped away.
“Must you always embarrass me?” he whined, replacing his hat to the correct angle and glaring at me while he did it.
“Yes,” I said. “It’s my job as an older sister,” I informed him. “You know this.”
“Yeah,” he brushed off some invisible lint. “But I’m a professional now. This isn’t me playing little league anymore.”
My eyes gleamed.
“I could always make it worse.”
His eyes widened. “Don’t you dare.”
“Food, children,” my dad groaned. “Can’t we just go get food? It’s already nine o’clock, and I’m literally wasting away over here.”
“You had three hot dogs and two beers during the game,” I pointed out. “I watched you.”
My dad shrugged.
“That doesn’t mean that I’m not still hungry,” he grumbled.
“Do you mind if I bring a couple of friends?” Hancock asked my parents.
“Absolutely not. Bring as many friends as you want,” my mother and father said at the same time. “And call us Jester and Melanie.”
Hancock’s lip twitched. “I can do that. Can y’all give me thirty minutes to get ready?”
“I need that, too. Gotta get my shit packed up, and I can meet y’all in the lot,” Teller confirmed.
“Nobody cares about you,” I told Teller. “And, in fact, nobody invited you.”
Teller shrugged. “Wait for me, Mom!”
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed Hancock’s hand. He was watching us bicker back and forth like we were an amusing reality TV show that he was being sucked into.
“Come on,” I pulled his arm. “Or we’re going to be late.”
“Why would we be late?” he asked as we made our way down the tunnel that led to the offices, as well as the locker room.
The moment we got to my office door, I opened it and dragged Hancock inside.
Hancock’s face was amused as I slammed the door, and closed the blinds. But that look quickly fell away as he watched me strip my pants down my hips.
“I delegated,” I informed him. “Everyone’s taking care of their players. Now it’s time to take care of mine.”
His eyes widened even further.
Then something seemed to snap, and he started to strip his pants down his legs all the while still trying to hold his hat and glove.
Once he realized he wasn’t going to get it undone without dropping it, everything went to the floor.
I kicked my pants off and then started on my shirt.
It was when I was struggling to get to my bra that Hancock lifted me directly underneath my ass and pinned me to the wall.
“Hancock!” I cried out. “Put me down before you break your back.”
He didn’t bother replying as he buried his face against my breasts.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered fervently.
“Me or my breasts?” I gasped as he sucked one peaked nipple into his mouth.
“Your breasts.”
He didn’t even bother to lie.
That was the type of man Hancock was.
“But what about me?” I gasped as his hard cock pressed up against my pussy. “Did you miss anything more than my breasts?”
He ground his cock into my clit, and I closed my eyes in reaction.
“I missed a lot of things,” he said around my nipple. “For instance,” he let one hand drop until it was at his cock, which he aimed at my pussy. “I’ve missed this tight, hot thing right here.”
He pushed inside of me, allowing the arm wrapped around my waist to loosen so gravity could do the work.
And it did. Well.
I sank slowly on his cock and gasped when he bottomed out inside of me.
“I’ve missed holding you in my arms.” He kissed my lips. “I’ve missed listening to you talk in your sleep.”
“I don’t talk in my sleep!” I cried out.
“I missed the way you talked to Ruby—which proves that you think she’s as smart as I do.”
I didn’t bother to refute that one. I’d been doing nothing but talking to her for the last two weeks. I talked to her like she was my roommate instead of my boyfriend’s dog.
“I missed the way you enjoy your food, and the way you moan when you taste something sweet.” He thrust forward, making my body jolt. “And I missed the way you brush your teeth. The way you let the toothpaste run down your chin, making you look like you’re foaming at the mouth.”
I started to giggle.
“But mostly…mostly, I missed you. Your face. Your breath on my shoulder as we watched a movie. The way you felt in my arms. The way you smelled. Everything that’s you, I missed.”
I freakin’ melted.
If he hadn’t already had me up against the wall, I would’ve collapsed to the floor in a puddle of lovesick goo.
Leaning forward so our lips were only a hairsbreadth away, I whispered to him. Told him exactly what I felt, too.
“I slept with your dog, and we kept each other company. We were both miserable without you,” I informed him. “We didn’t wash the sheets yet, either. I’m scared to see what Ruby’s side of the bed looks like.”