Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“I think so,” she says, and Ledger gathers some strands, gives her a tug toward him. She gasps.
What else does she like though? How much does she want?
The questions make the adrenaline in me spin higher, and I’m grateful when the elevator slows to a stop on our floor. We reach the suite quickly.
The second the door to the room opens, I’ve forgotten those evil splinters. I’ve got only one thing on my mind.
Taking care of her. Introducing her to new vistas of pleasure. Ones that, ideally, involve her riding my cock.
I grab the waistband of her shorts and tug her against me, letting her feel how much she’s turned me on. “This is what you do to me,” I say, pressing my hard-on against her lithe frame.
Ledger crowds her too, lining up behind her, sweeping her hair to the side and exposing her neck.
She bites the corner of her lips, then whispers excitedly, “This is all from…the elevator?”
I scoff. “No. The car, the lobby, the elevator. Last night, this morning, the last several days.”
I cut myself off before I say too much. Before I tell her I’ve wanted her for a while now. I just had to come to terms with my feelings. Had to accept them. Face them head-on.
Not just…hard-on.
But I’d really like to deal with the latter right fucking now. “You want to know something about goalies?” I ask her as my hands roam up and down her waist while Ledger keeps busy kneading her covered ass.
Aubrey’s trembling in our arms. Looking dizzy in the best of ways.
“What is it?” she asks in a breathy voice that gives away how very, very turned on she is.
“Goalies watch the whole game. We see pretty much every play. We see them before they happen,” I tell her.
She puts two and two together. “You’re making a hockey analogy for sex?”
“You bet I am. I can see the action before it unfolds and picture where they’re skating to. I can see it like a movie, how they’re chasing the puck.” I brush my lips along her jawline, inhaling that tropical scent that’s frying my brain. “And right now, I’ve got this play unfolding before my eyes.”
As I pull back, her eyes spark, radiating with desire. “Tell me.”
“I’d like to strip you naked, put you on your—”
But I don’t get to finish because my phone brays.
With Garrett’s ringtone.
33
THE GODDESS
Dev
Does he have a camera in the room? My pulse spikes faster than before a fight on the ice.
Then my brain takes over. Of course there aren’t any fucking cameras in the room. That’d be illegal. Maybe the elevator though? That’s possible, and if so, damn, Garrett moves fast.
But I’m a sloth as I grab the phone from my pocket in slow motion then angle the screen away from my face, like it’s an X-ray and Garrett can see inside my soul and read my filthy mind as he rings and rings.
Aubrey eyes the screen.
“What do I do?” I ask, flabbergasted. I mean, I’ve answered calls before. I should know how to do this.
“Um, answer it?” Aubrey suggests, but the look in her eyes says she’s freaking out too.
I swing my gaze to Ledger. He’s not the wise old veteran now. He’s got his hands up in the air, as flummoxed as I am. But then he snaps his fingers. “Maybe we need to…talk about this first. What to say to him. Hit ignore.”
“Yes! That’s brilliant. Talking. That’s what we’ll do. Communication. Right, right.” I send my agent to voicemail then rub my palms together. “What do we tell him?” I shift my focus to Aubrey. “Last night you said he’s not the kind of guy who would say don’t touch my sister, but—”
My phone cuts me off when it buzzes with a text. I scan it so fast. Hey, remember that time you saved a kid?
I blink. “What the…?”
Then the rest—give me a call.
I’m too intrigued not to call back, but I also don’t have to since he’s ringing again. I answer it with a casual, “Hey, G-man.”
At least I hope I sound casual—not like I was just caught stealing. I head to the couch, Ledger and Aubrey right behind me.
“The Dev Save is going viral, and I think we need to get in front of this right now,” Garrett says, businesslike.
“The Dev Save?” I ask as I sink down onto the cushions, but I’ve got a hunch I know what that must be.
“Or was that some other goalie on McDoodle Island who looks like you and is on a vacation with my client and my sister?” His tone is playful, and that’s such a relief.
I breathe easily, my pulse steadying. I stab the speaker button right as Aubrey whips out her phone. Ledger’s fast at the draw too, grabbing his mobile like he’s a gunslinger in the old west. They’re likely searching The Dev Save.