Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I look at him, wanting to believe him.
“The other team’s owner is just as distracted,” he says with a sly grin. “So, it evens out, really.”
Some of that worry starts to dissipate. Rachel’s words aren’t hitting as hard now that he’s in front of me. I know he’s not doing this on purpose. He’s as in love with me as I am with him. No one can fake this.
“There’s always tomorrow night,” he says as he cups my jaw, rubbing his thumb along my cheek. “Your boys will be fighting even harder, trust me. It’s not over yet.”
“Okay,” I say, taking a deep breath.
“And you and me,” he says leaning in and hovering his lips over mine. “We’re not over either. You can’t get away from me that easily.”
My whole body turns to jelly as he leans in and kisses me. My legs go weak. I cling to him as he kisses me harder and deeper, making me moan.
I’m already so wet. I’m so ready for him.
I’ve been thinking about it all night.
We stumble back, grabbing and touching each other, until I hit the desk. He pulls off my blazer. I yank off his jacket.
I spread my legs and he climbs between them, that long hard cock pressing into my inner thigh. I’m already close to cumming before we even get our clothes off.
He reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties to the side as I fumble with his belt.
I get it all open, reach into his pants, and pull out his thick glorious cock. We both cry out too loudly as he thrusts it deep into me, making me so grateful he didn’t let me break up with him.
I came to my office to end it all and I ended up having two orgasms on my desk instead.
And two more at my place.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Riley
Istand up and scream my head off when Fergusson scores, pulling our team ahead. It’s two to one for us in the final period. Each team scored a goal in the first three minutes and there’s been nothing since. Then, with two minutes left in the final period, Fergusson scored, and now we’re up by one. We just have to hold on until that buzzer rings and we’re going to tie the series up, three games to three.
I’m on the edge of my seat as I watch the furious pace of the game, never taking my eyes off the ice for a minute. I haven’t looked at my phone once since the puck first dropped. I might not have broken up with Brantley, but Rachel did have a point. I do have to keep my head in the game.
I’m biting my nails I watch the clock wind down. We’re in Cincinnati, so the home crowd is full of excitement.
With fifty seconds left, the Hyenas pull their goalie, Nolan Barlowe, to try and tie it up. He skates as fast as he can to the boards and leaps over them. Austin Gambill jumps out to join his team. They’re up by one player now.
My heart is pounding as I watch them pass the puck. Kemp passes it to McKinstry who passes it to Sutton. Sutton passes it back to Kemp and the whole arena gasps as one of my boys nearly intercepts it. Kemp shoots on the net and my goalie makes an amazing save.
The whole place explodes into cheers and the game is stopped.
Seventeen seconds left.
If my boys hold on for seventeen seconds, we’ll be heading to game seven of the Stoney Cup. I can barely take it, I’m so stressed.
I take a few breaths and cling to Rachel’s hand. She’s digging her nails into my hand and I’m digging mine into hers as we watch the game start back up.
The Hyenas get the puck, but my boys hold on. Carson Rochon pins Tucker McKinstry against the boards, the puck stuck between their skates. Carson takes an elbow in the nose, but he doesn’t let go of the beast, holding on as the clock goes down.
Kemp skates over and tries to pry the puck loose, but Fergusson meets him and slaps his stick away.
I can’t breathe as I glance at the clock. Nine seconds.
This is so intense. I can’t handle it.
The puck gets loose and Fergusson launches it to the other side of the rink. The crowd roars as it hits the backboard, sliding behind the net.
Sebastian Kemp takes off after it, skating as hard as he can, but he simply runs out of time.
The buzzer goes off. The Hyenas lose.
I jump up and cheer along with the twenty-one thousand other die-hard Vipers fans.
We won! We’re going to game seven.
The game to take it all. The game that will start the next dynasty.
Everyone is all smiles and congratulations as I head outside.
I’m supposed to meet Brantley in my office, so I immediately head there. I hate that he’s probably feeling horrible right now. That’s the way it’s gone this whole championship series. When I’m happy, he’s disappointed, and when he’s happy, I’m disappointed. Although, the bad mood doesn’t last long for either of us.