Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
She smiles and then reaches up to touch my face. “You’re so perfect. It’s like you always know the right things to say when I need it.”
“What’s wrong?”
She sighs. “I was just thinking about tomorrow’s game.”
“Are you upset because of Kellan Lehane?”
“No… I don’t know. It’s weird, don’t you think? I know it bothers you. My dad hates playing his team because of it. You’ve been so sweet and never said anything about it, but every time you mention Boston College or Kellan, you get this insane look on your face like you’re about to Hulk Smash everything around you.”
“I’m not gonna lie. That’s how I feel. I want to beat the shit out of him. I want to make him pay for what he did to you. I even asked my dad to pull a few strings to get him kicked off the team. But even he can’t make that happen.”
She strokes my cheek with her fingers. “It won’t change the past, Preston. I don’t want you to do anything stupid that could jeopardize your career.”
“I won’t, baby. I promise.” I pull her down to me, kissing her so hard I’m breathless by the time our lips separate.
As much as I want to destroy Kellan, I have to keep my word. That’s what you do for someone you love.
“Now, get your sexy ass in that shower,” I command, and she squeals with delight.
Chapter Twenty-Two
BEX
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Taylor clutches the steering wheel so tight her knuckles are white. “Why does Boston have to be so damn far?”
She hates driving, but at least she has a car. I have a license and haven’t driven more than a few hundred miles since I got it my senior year of high school. And the fun part… Preston has no idea I’m surprising him. He thinks I’m staying behind waiting for him to come home on Saturday.
“It’s not that far from Philly.”
She gives me an annoyed look. “We’re three hours into a five-hour drive that has turned into longer because of traffic. You better get the best sex of your life or an engagement ring out of this.”
“Maybe you’ll get the best sex of your life instead.”
She cocks her head to me. “What are you talking about?”
“Drake will be there. Duh, silly. He has a crush on you. He asked me about you a while ago.”
She huffs. “Yeah, I know. I’ve talked to him a few times, but he’s acted like a pig every time. So, now I ignore him to see how much it wounds his precious ego.”
I laugh. “Are you into him?”
“Hell, yeah. Have you seen him? I mean, my God, it’s like he bottles up sex and carries it everywhere with him. His arms, those legs… don’t even get me started. He’s like a wall of muscle I want climb. Drake’s so hot. But guys like him are used to getting what they want, and because of that, he’ll never get me.”
“You are such a cock tease.” I chuckle. “Do you ever have sex with guys or just torture them?”
She switches lanes, her eyes focused on the congested road. “Depends on the guy. They have to work for it. I’m not handing out my donuts to everyone who wants them.”
I snort at her comment. “Donuts? Seriously. You don’t even eat them.”
“I love them. I just don’t eat them.”
“Wouldn’t that make Drake the donut in this situation? You want him, but you won’t eat him.”
She laughs, smacking the wheel. “Good one, Bex.”
“You should try Drake’s donut. Maybe you’ll like his frosting.”
She snorts. “Damn, Bex, look at you. Preston has made you into a dirty little skank.”
We laugh uncontrollably until my stomach hurts and I’m gasping for air. She’s right about Preston changing me. He’s so bad sometimes, and I want to do every bad thing with him.
I grab the bag of Cheetos on the floor, stuffed inside my bag. I tear the package open taking a handful of cheesy goodness, and hold out the bag to Taylor. “Want one? I hear Cheetos have lots of nutritional value.”
She shakes her head. “You’ve been misinformed. They’re all carbs and chemicals.”
I show her the bag. “Look, it says made with real cheese.”
She giggles. “Right. If you so say. And saturated fat and who knows what else. Why are you eating those things?”
“You can’t go on a road trip without proper snacks.”
She shrugs. “I’m good. I got one tasty donut waiting for me in Boston.”
We break out into a fit of laughter, cracking jokes about the guys all the way to Boston.
We enter the rink and find seats closest to the Strickland Senators bench. Preston still has no idea I’m here. I can’t wait to see the look on his face.
“It’s cold as a witch’s tit in this place.” Taylor zips her North Face jacket and shivers. “How can you be so comfortable in here?”