Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
AJ Connelly is one of the most talked-about players in high school. That kid’s getting a full ride and four years of ego stroking at any college he chooses. Briar would be lucky to have him.
“I heard the NHL was trying to butter him up. He’s not going right to the pros?” I ask.
“No. My son-in-law wants him to earn a degree and let the NCAA develop him before throwing him to the wolves.”
I love how casually Jensen just drops this. The son-in-law in question is Jake Connelly. Literally a living legend. He led Edmonton to more than one Stanley Cup win.
“I’m confused. You don’t want AJ to come here?”
“Oh, I’d love to have him. This kid is faster than his dad ever was.”
Holy shit. That is saying a lot. Jake Connelly’s nickname was “Lightning on Skates” back in the day.
“I still don’t see the annoying part.”
“My goddamn son-in-law!” Jensen grumbles. “And don’t get me started on my daughter. Those two are going to be back-seat coaching the entire time.”
I snicker. “I mean, there are worse problems to have.”
“Yes,” he says, albeit grudgingly. “But you asked how life is annoying. That’s fucking how.”
“Honestly, Coach…” My shoulders once again sag in defeat. “I think I’d rather have your problems than an egomaniac dad who cares more about his image than his son’s privacy.”
CHAPTER SIX
B:
Have you been with two guys before?
CHARLIE:
No.
B:
A virgin, huh?
CHARLIE:
Hardly.
B:
A three-way virgin then.
CHARLIE:
Yes.
B:
Do you like the idea of being with two guys?
CHARLIE:
Honestly, the mechanics of it freak me out.
B:
Ha! How so?
CHARLIE:
Like… There’s just so many moving parts. I’m very good at multitasking, though, so I think I could probably be good at it. I should put that on my résumé. Skills: good at threesomes.
B:
“Proficient at taking one dick from behind and another in the mouth.”
CHARLIE:
Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that.
B:
What? It’s classic threesome pose. A staple.
CHARLIE:
Oh, there are threesome staples, eh?
B:
Oh yeah. That one is called spit-roasting.
CHARLIE:
Oh my God.
B:
I feel like you’re blushing right now.
CHARLIE:
No.
B:
Are you lying?
CHARLIE:
Yes.
So did you open this account just so you and your buddy could find willing girls who will let you bang them at the same time?
B:
Sounds very sleazy when you phrase it that way. But honestly, yeah, it seemed like a good way to talk to someone ahead of time and find out where their head is at before we decide to meet up.
B:
So far, it’s just been chatting, most of which has gone nowhere. We’ve never met anyone off this app. Have you?
CHARLIE:
Twice. First time was great. He looked like his pictures. Chemistry was there. Second time was an unmitigated disaster.
B:
Well, now you have to elaborate. What happened? Micropenis? Smelled like ass?
CHARLIE:
Funny you use the word ass.
B:
Awww he wanted to stick it in your ass and sweet Charlie was horrified at the thought?
CHARLIE:
No, he wanted me to stick it in his ass. Which, fine, to each their own. I support everyone’s kinks. I mean, I’m on here talking to a guy who has threesomes with his friend. But that didn’t appeal to me at all. I don’t want to be the one penetrating.
B:
Then you’re in luck! I am happy to penetrate you.
CHARLIE:
This is the craziest conversation I’ve ever had.
B:
It’s a lot more entertaining than other ones I’ve had on here, that’s for sure.
B:
By the way, anything you say in this chat—Lars is going to read too.
CHARLIE:
Oh, is that so?
B:
Yep. It’s his profile too.
CHARLIE:
Tell me the hottest sexual encounter you guys have had together.
B:
Sorry, baby girl. We don’t kiss and tell.
CHARLIE:
Fine. I guess I respect that.
B:
But I can tell you what I want to do to you. I already have a whole fantasy about you.
CHARLIE:
I’m listening…
B:
It involves those panties you’re wearing in your second pic.
CHARLIE:
Hold on. I don’t even remember which ones they are. Let me look.
CHARLIE:
Purple. You like purple?
B:
It’s not the purple—it’s the bow. Lars can confirm how much I love bows on a woman. They look so fucking innocent.
CHARLIE:
Ooh, someone has a little virginal fantasy.
B:
Maybe.
CHARLIE:
Okay, stop teasing. Tell me the fantasy.
B:
So…I’m just getting out of the shower when Lars calls me into his room. He says he has a present for me. I approach the doorway and see you in the center of the room, with Lars behind you. I start to walk in, but he stops me. Tells me he needs to unwrap my present first. So I stand there and watch as he starts undressing you. He unzips your skirt. He takes off your top. Undoes your bra. He takes everything off except those panties. I’m so hard it hurts now, but he still won’t let me come closer. He moves behind you again, wrapping his arms around you to cup your tits. Then he drags his hands down your body until his fingers reach that goddamn bow. He plays with it, looking mighty pleased with himself as he offers you up to me. You look at me, waiting to see what I’m going to do next.