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)
“Oh, yeah?” I cup her ass in my hands and squeeze causing her to squeal. Her reaction makes me laugh. “What decision?”
“Which team do you want to play for next year?”
I stare at her, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“My dad got a phone call earlier. I begged him to let me tell you.”
“Who did he talk to?”
She smiles so much her gums are showing. “An NHL scout.” She jumps, clapping her hands. “Can you believe it? They talked about the fight with Kellan. He was a little concerned about your anger issues.”
My dad assured me I still had a shot, but after getting suspended, I wasn’t so sure I would ever have another chance to play professional hockey. I’d assumed he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear.
I’m still in shock.
“Pinch me,” I tell Bex.
She giggles and grips the skin on my forearm between her fingers. “This is real, Preston. The Penguins want you.”
My mouth drops. “Are you serious?”
“Why don’t you look excited anymore?”
“Because my dad is the head coach of the Flyers, and the Penguins are our rivals.”
She shrugs. “It will make for interesting dinner conversation.”
“Uncle Tyler won’t be happy either. He’s the Flyers’ GM.”
“Who cares? They’ll get over it.” She hugs me so hard I can’t breathe. “You earned this, Preston.”
Stroking the side of her face, I lean in to kiss her, our lips almost touching when my teammates barrel through the front door interrupting us.
“She’s full of shit,” Tucker shouts. “I didn’t get her pregnant.”
“Me either,” Trent says.
Bex’s curious look mirrors mine. I set Bex on the cushion next to me and look over my shoulder at Tucker, Trent, Drake, and Jamie. They drop their hockey bags on the floor by the door and stroll into the living room.
“You both fucked her.” Drake laughs. “How stupid can you two be?”
Jamie plops down on the couch across from Bex and me. “Get a paternity test.”
“But they’re identical twins,” Bex says. “They have the same DNA.”
I can’t stop laughing. “This is awesome. Best. Day. Ever.”
The rest of the guys fill up the couches in the living room.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Some girl is claiming one of the twins got her pregnant,” Jamie says.
I shake my head. “Is this the one who found out you two were tag-teaming her?”
“We weren’t tag-teaming her,” Tucker shoots back.
“She had sex with both of you, right?”
They both say yes.
Jamie shoves a hand through his messy hair and sighs. “Which of you assholes are telling your dad?”
“Fuck that,” Trent says. “I didn’t knock her up. I used a condom.”
“Me, too,” says Tucker.
Bex leans forward with elbows on her knees, staring across the coffee table at the twins. “Okay, so why did both of you have sex with the same girl?”
“It was an accident,” Tucker explains. “Sort of. I didn’t know Trent was already hooked up with Jemma. She pulled me into a classroom a few months ago, and I just went with it. People mix up our names all the time, so I didn’t think anything of it.”
Bex fights a smile. “You had sex with some random girl who didn’t even know your name just because she wanted to?”
“There’s not much to understand,” Drake says. “That’s pretty much how it goes.”
“Right,” Bex mutters. “You guys are such whores. I forget Preston used to be like you.”
I laugh, pulling her back against my chest and kiss her forehead. “I still am, babe.”
She sighs. “Yeah, but you’re my whore.”
The room erupts into laughter.
“I love you,” I whisper so only she can hear.
Bex smiles and mouths, “I love you, too.”
Epilogue
BEX: THREE MONTHS LATER
This moment is surreal. I sit across the conference table from Preston—right next to his mom, who is also my new boss. Coach offered me an internship at her firm, DMG, right after I graduated from Strickland University. I have six months of shadowing Preston’s mom before I can speak to clients alone. But at least it’s a start.
Preston clutches the pen in his hand peeking up from the contract his mom negotiated with the Penguins. He smiles at me, a smile so wide it reaches his eyes. We have an unspoken bond, one that doesn’t require us to exchange words. His eyes tell me he loves me. That he’s glad I’m here with him on the biggest day of his life.
I smile back motioning with my head for him to sign the damn contract. He’s been staring at it for so long as if he can’t believe it’s real.
As part of the deal, Preston has to be on his best behavior, obviously. After the fight with Kellan, the Penguins’ general manager was concerned he had behavioral issues, but the GM wasn’t going to allow one incident to get in the way. Like my dad, he knew a star when he saw one. Preston plays like his dad—maybe even better. They would have been fools not to want him.