Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
My eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
She bit her lip and groaned. “I’m the worst, I do this shit all the time. I had it in the bathroom with me when I was texting you after the game, and I think I left it on the toilet paper roll dispenser.”
I blinked, and then chuffed a laugh, pinching her side.
“I know, I know!” She let her head fall to my shoulder. “By the time I realized I didn’t have it anymore, Vince, Maven, and my parents had already left for the beach house. I tried to get back into the stadium, but of course, they weren’t letting anyone in. So, I did things the old school way. I used a stranger’s phone and called a taxi.”
“Shit. Do you want to go get it real quick? I can get us in.”
She leveled me with a look, winding her fingers up into my hair and tugging just enough to make my body wake all the way up. “There’s only one thing I want to do right now, and it doesn’t involve my stupid phone. It can wait. It was in the family and friends lounge bathroom, I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. We can get it tomorrow.”
“You sure?” I asked, but my hands were already roaming, palms splaying the curves and lines of her body that I could chart like constellations at this point.
“Take me to your room, Jax,” she breathed against my lips.
“Mmm,” I hummed, kissing her deep before I started walking us through the foyer. “I think a tour is in order first. Let’s start with the kitchen.” I sucked her ear between my teeth before adding. “I’m a little hungry after that game.”
A Very Bookworm Fantasy
Grace
Everything was right again.
My body hummed with the relief of that truth as Jaxson carried me through his home. We wouldn’t make it far before he was pressing me into a wall and kissing me breathless, and then we were on the move again.
My fingers twisted in his hair. His pressed into my hips and my waist. It was as if I’d been living in an alternate universe, one where my heart didn’t beat properly and my world revolved too slowly around the sun, and now everything had snapped back into place.
“God, I’ve missed the way you taste,” he breathed against my lips, and I tried to take in his beautiful house, but couldn’t admire much before my ass was propped on the cool granite of his kitchen island. “The way you smell, the way you feel.”
The moment his hands didn’t have to carry me up any longer, they slid up into my hair, framing my face and holding me to him.
“Every night, I thought about how I’d never get to do this again, how I’d never be able to kiss you and hear the sweet moans you let loose when I do.”
I took the cue, moaning just like he’d said as he bit my lower lip and sucked.
“It drove me mad,” he confessed, his voice gravelly like he was savoring that sound he’d elicited from me. “I was absolutely fucking crazy without you.”
He paused then, pulling back enough to let his eyes roam over me. They searched my face before sliding down over my chest, and his jaw tightened a bit.
“I know he’s your brother,” Jaxson said, tugging on the Ospreys logo sprawled over the front of the jersey I wore. “But fuck, this pisses me off.”
“What does?”
“Seeing you in any jersey that isn’t mine.”
The possession in that statement rippled through me, and I squirmed at how it shot electricity right between my thighs.
“Hmm…” I said, curling my fingers in the hem of the jersey until I had a good grip. “Maybe we should get rid of it, then.”
“Please,” Jaxson agreed, all too eager to help me.
But when I peeled off the jersey, he stopped, blinking as he took in the one he didn’t know I was wearing underneath — the one no one knew I was wearing all night.
I didn’t give a fuck if it looked like I was wearing a burlap sack the entire game, if I looked frumpy as hell. Wearing two jerseys was worth it to see this look on Jaxson’s face.
His lips parted, fingertips trailing over the blue fabric, and every spot it clung to my skin. He traced a line from the collar to my shoulder, and then his fingers danced down to skate over the number stitched on the sleeve.
Seventy-seven.
“You had mine on this entire time?” he croaked, and fuck, it was so hot seeing how that unraveled him.
I nodded, threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re the one I wear closest to my heart.”
Jaxson let out a long, slow breath like he was trying to garner control. Then, his hands snaked up under the jersey, hooking around the top of my jean shorts. He felt blindly along the waistband until he found the button and zipper, making quick work of them before his mouth crashed down on mine.