Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Here.” He hands me the gray shirt with the team logo on the front and his name on the back. “How would you feel about having my name tattooed on you?” he asks me, and I shake my head.
“How would you feel about going hunting with my family dressed as a duck?” I grab the shirt and slip it over my head. “I still need panties,” I tell him, and he shakes his head. “Evan, the dogs are going to be all over me, and I don’t want their snouts in my vagina.”
“Fine,” he says, putting on a pair of gym shorts. “But make sure they can be easily ripped off.”
“We just had sex five times in six hours,” I tell him, laughing and slipping on a pair of pink lace boy shorts.
“I lost track,” he says. “Before I leave, we need to do it twice more.”
“You need to save your energy for the ice,” I tell him, getting up and walking out of the room. The dogs jump off the couch and come over to me.
“Hello, my loves,” I tell them. “Are you ready to go out?” Stitch is going in circles while Lilo is up and licking my face. “Okay,” I say and walk over the door and open it so they can run outside.
“Leave the door open so they can come back in,” Evan says as he walks to the garage probably to fill their bowls and start the coffee.
“Do you eat here or at the rink?” I shout and then jump when I see he is back already. “Jesus.”
“I can eat here,” he says, coming to me and wrapping his arms around me. “Good morning, beautiful.” He kisses my neck.
“Good morning,” I whisper to him, and he kisses my lips. I need to call someone and ask them if the need to climb him like a fucking tree is a normal thing because, let me tell you, I would climb him for hours. I watch him walk to the fridge and pull some things out, and just like that, we make breakfast side by side. I mean, there are times when I accidentally have to lean over, just like there were times he needs to slip his hands into my panties and slip a finger in. “Behave,” I tell him while I scramble some eggs. “No sex till after you come home.”
“That’s in about six hours,” he huffs, and I plate us both some eggs, his serving bigger than mine. I cut some fresh avocado and make his two slices of toast.
“What is the plan for the day?” I ask him, putting the plate down on the table and feeling him behind me.
“I have practice from ten to noon, and then I usually go to the gym until one thirty, so I’ll be home at two,” he tells me, sitting down next to me.
“Okay, perfect.” I look at the clock and see it’s a bit past nine. “I’ll have my work done before you get home.”
“Do you want to go out and eat dinner tonight?” he asks me, and I just shake my head.
“No,” I tell him. “I want to lie with you outside on my couch.” He nods his head, smirking. “Then I want to come in and take a bath.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he says, picking up his plate and bringing it to the sink and then putting it in the dishwasher.
“Leave it. I’ll clean up. You go get ready,” I tell him, and he comes over and leans in front of me. I kiss his lips, and he turns to go get ready, running out of the house ten minutes later. Leaving me almost panting.
“Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone,” he says, winking at me and walking out.
“Asshole,” I say to the closed door, and I clean up the kitchen and go grab my phone. I open my FaceTime and decide this has to be a group chat. So I open my app and start adding people. The first one to pick up is Zoe.
“Hey,” I tell her. “I’m adding a couple of people since I don’t want to repeat this story seven times.” She nods her head, and I see her reading the computer screen in front of her.
Karrie is the next one to pick up. “Well, well, well,” she says with a smile.
“She’s adding people, so say the you’re a ho chant when everyone picks up,” Zoe says, smirking and grabbing her coffee.
“Vivienne and Allison are both here,” Karrie says, but they answer on their own devices. “Why are you answering?”
“Because I want to see how good she got it,” Vivienne says, her face filling the screen. “She did good. Look at those cheeks.” I raise my hands to my cheeks. “Her eyes are still floating on orgasms.”
“Damn,” Allison says, “she’s not lying.”