Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
After his less-than-serious pep talk, everyone heads out of the locker room, and I trail them.
The last one.
I can hear the screams of the crowd.
My heart beats out of my chest, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I glide onto the ice.
I skate to the center and look toward the stands. Knowing the general vicinity of where she’ll be, it doesn’t take long to spot her. Cassidy’s head is tilted back on a laugh, clearly finding something the person next to her has said funny. She’s fucking gorgeous.
My eyes trail down her body and stop on her chest. She’s wearing my jersey, and my cock goes rigid in my pants at the sight. How the hell does something so simple have this much of a reaction on me?
Fuck.
With her hair thrown up into a bun, she’s a wet dream.
I shake my head. Not the time for this.
I’m standing on the ice, waiting for the game to begin. Get your head on straight, Slate.
Focusing my attention forward, I wait for the game to begin. My heart pounds with anticipation as the people in the stands stomp and make noise. Then it happens. The moment I’m waiting for. The puck drops, and I explode forward, my skates cutting into the ice with precision.
This is what I love.
The thrill of the game.
Controlling the puck.
The cold air rushes past my face as I push my body to its limits, racing toward the opposing team’s goal.
Time passes, plays attempted, but finally sixteen minutes into the second period, I get my opening.
Surveying the ice, I analyze the best path to the goal.
My gaze drifts out toward the opposing defenseman moving to block me.
He’s searching for my weakness, and I’m searching for his.
That’s when I see it.
It’s crystal clear what I need to do.
I spot a small gap, a sliver of opportunity, and with a burst of speed, I dart toward it, leaving the defenders in my wake.
The crowd goes crazy as I break away, careening toward the goal, weaving between the opposing team. My stick works the puck until I’m almost there.
The roar of the crowd builds with every move I make. Adrenaline surges through me.
I take my shot.
Goal.
The crowd erupts, but I only have eyes for Cass as I search for her up in the stands again.
No matter the mayhem around her, she stands out among the throng of people. She’s standing, waving her arms in the air, going crazy, celebrating me.
As the horn echoes through the arena, it’s official—we won.
Spent and exhausted, I head to the locker room.
Before long, I’ve completed my end game rituals, my hair wet from the ice water dunk, and I’m dressed and ready to go home.
Since this is an away game, I won’t see Cass until we’re both back home, but that won’t do. I need to see her.
I grab my phone and shoot her a text.
Me: Head to the hall outside the locker room.
Cass: Already here. Waiting.
Her words make me smile. Of course, she is. She always anticipates my needs.
Good thing too, because I want to at least say goodbye before I get on the plane with my team to head back to Redville tonight.
I take one step outside the locker room, and I see her standing there waiting for me.
Gorgeous.
Fucking stunning.
And in my jersey.
Fuck.
My dick is rock hard as I take her in.
I turn to Coach, standing next to Hudson. “Coach, I need to take care of something. I’ll be fifteen minutes.”
“You’ve got five,” he responds as he walks toward the bus.
Hudson looks over from me to Cass and laughs. “Bro, you better hurry. Not sure you’ve got time before Coach castrates you.” He shakes his head, walking away.
“Fuck off,” I say to his back as I grab Cass’s hand and start pulling her in the opposite direction.
“Umm. Hi to you, too.” She giggles, allowing me to drag her off.
“No time for hello,” I say as I find the door to the storage closet and fling it open.
The moment we’re inside, I slam the door shut, and we are bathed in darkness.
“Take your pants off,” I command. I can barely see her, but I can hear her intake of breath.
“What?”
“You heard me. Pants. Off. Now. I need to fuck you in my jersey.”
She scrambles beside me, and by the time she’s stepping out of them, my eyes have adjusted to the dim lighting coming in from under the door.
The jersey is short enough that I can see the outline of her pussy. “Where’s the light in this place? I want to see what’s mine.” I reach behind me and find the switch.
As soon as it’s on, I get exactly what I want. A clear shot of her glistening skin. “Fuck. I want to taste you so badly, but I don’t have time. This is going to be fast, Cass. But, fuck, I need to be inside you now,” I rasp.