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)
I chuckle at his overprotectiveness. “I will, Dad. Promise. You will be the first to know.”
Chapter Twenty-One
PRESTON
Coach Bryant leans his forearms on his desk and locks eyes with me. “We’re at Boston College on Friday night. I need you focused. No playing house with my daughter the night before. You got it?”
I stare at him, confused. “Yeah, sure. Got it.”
“You know about Kellan Lehane, right? Bex told you.”
I nod. “Yeah. She told me everything.”
“Listen, kid, I like you. You’re a great player. I have no doubt you’ll go pro. But Bex is not some puck bunny you can play with until you leave for whatever team drafts you.”
“I’ve never thought of Bex that way.” My tone is defensive, sincere.
Bex has never been a sex toy to me. From the start, I saw more with her, wanted more.
He flashes a closed-mouth smile. “Good. That’s good to hear. I worry about her. After what happened with Lehane, I don’t want to see her go through it again. You’re the first guy she’s dated since the incident. He did a real number on her and made her life a living hell. If you think there’s even a chance you will break her heart, I beg you to cut ties right now. I’m not sure if she can handle more heartbreak.”
Without hesitation, I say, “I would never hurt Bex.” And I mean it.
“You say that now, but things will change for you after graduation. This is only a temporary situation for you, where for Bex, this is her life.”
I cross my arms over my chest, annoyed. “I understand your concern.”
“The fame goes to a lot of players’ heads. You don’t know it yet, but it could happen to you, too. One day you’re a nobody, just a big fish in a small pond, and the next, your face is on TV, in newspapers. You’re getting interviewed by ESPN and signing deals with Gatorade and Under Armour. That changes people.”
“It won’t change me,” I promise because I honestly don’t think going pro will make a difference. “I grew up with famous parents. I’m already adjusted to this lifestyle.”
He sinks into the leather chair, his hands folded on the desk in front of him. “I’m not trying to give you a hard time. You’re a good kid. I know you are. I’m just worried about Bex.”
“You have nothing to worry about. I would do anything to protect her.”
“Do you love her?”
“Yeah. I do. I just haven’t told her yet, but I think she knows.”
“For both of your sakes, I hope this works out.”
“Me, too,” I admit. “I never knew how empty I was until I had Bex in my life. It’s like something was missing before, and with Bex, now I feel more complete.”
“You’re playing better.”
I smile. “She’s rubbing off on me.”
His expression mirrors mine. “She has a way of doing that.”
“Yes, she does.” I place my palms on the arms of the chair and push myself up to my feet. “Mind if I hit the showers, Coach?”
He waves toward the door. “Go ahead. Make sure you get some rest for the big game. The bus leaves tomorrow morning at eight o’clock sharp.”
I tip my head to him, and then get the hell out of his office as fast possible. His lecture wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Still, it was awkward as fuck.
Later that night, Bex is in bed with me, curled up in the crook of my arm. Her bare tits are pressed against my side, her hard nipples poking me. She runs her hand down my chest feeling her way to my already hard cock.
“Again?” She laughs. “You have some killer stamina, Preston.”
“I’m a hockey player. It comes naturally.”
“Yeah, but…” She fists my cock, stroking it gently in her delicate hand. “You still get breaks between line changes. But in the bedroom—”
“I could go all night, woman. You know that.” I cover my hand with hers, helping her jerk me off. “This feels so good, baby,” I hiss. “But I’d rather come inside you.”
She giggles, and before she can respond, I roll on to my side just enough to flip Bex onto her stomach. Getting behind her, I spread her legs apart, and pull her ass to me. I give her right cheek a playful smack that causes her to yelp followed by laughter.
“Preston, what are you doing?” She laughs again. “You’re so bad.”
“Do you like that?”
She hesitates. “Yeah, I think so.”
I lean forward pressing my lips to her skin to kiss the pink mark left behind from my hand. “All better?”
“Ahh, yeah,” she whispers. “All better.”
Now, I’m laughing at her change of heart.
Slowly, I inch inside her, breaking through her inner walls, causing her to moan. She whimpers, same as she does every time I first enter her. Once she adjusts to my size, she relaxes. She becomes putty in my hands, her body moving along with mine, our rhythm so in sync.