Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Kelsey is teasing me, but I didn't suggest Jamie for the job so she could travel with us. And I didn't get her the job either. She did that herself. Kelsey knows it too or she never would have agreed to bring her up to Kelly.
"You're serious?" Jamie asks. "They really want to hire me?"
"Yes!" Kelsey cries. "They really want to hire you."
"Yes," Jamie blurts without even hesitating, and then she bites her lip and looks at me. "I mean, if you're okay working with your girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" I quirk a brow. "I think you mean future wife."
"Jonas."
"You're marrying me," I growl, pulling her back into my arms. My hand tangles in her hair, angling her head back until her eyes meet mine. "You're marrying me, angel."
"Yes," she whispers.
It wasn't a question, but her answer roars through me, louder than any crowd, brighter than any arena. I press my mouth to hers, stealing her breath and every little piece of her soul.
Ten hours later, sweat drips down my back as Dean clears the box. I leap over the boards, hitting the ice in a dead sprint. Wes is in the penalty box again, so we're down a player.
We're tied with the Stars, with less than a minute on the clock. But we're not fucking losing. And we're not going into overtime. I'm ending this shit before the clock runs out.
Kris shoots the puck to Kellan, who immediately passes it over to Gray. Tad and Constantine, two of the Stars, immediately clock his ass, trying to keep him away from the fucking goal. They're desperate to drive us into overtime. They think they can outlast us if they do.
Gray sails around the net with the puck, passing it back to Kellan. Their center charges after him, leaving me an opening. Kellan sees it and passes the puck to me off the back of his stick. It lands against mine.
The entire arena jumps up, screaming as the clock counts down.
Their center realizes his fuck up and immediately changes course, but he's already too late. He never should have given me an opening. Short-handed goals are my goddamn bread and butter, and everyone knows it. I line up the shot.
And whip the puck to Kris at the last second.
Their goalie isn't expecting the move. He loses sight of the puck for a split second, frantically scrabbling to keep it out of the net. That's all it takes for Kris to sink the puck into the goal behind him. The goal horn blares, the lights flashing.
We're going to the playoffs.
The crowd loses its goddamn mind.
I'm only interested in one member of the crowd, though. My girl.
I turn, seeking her out in the cheering crowd. She's on her feet with Laney, cheering at the top of her lungs. Her eyes meet mine as if she were just waiting for me to look at her. Her smile knocks the breath out of me.
Fuck, I need to kiss her right now.
I toss my stick and take off across the ice, hopping the boards into the box. Everyone pounds me on the back, shouting and cheering. I don't hear a fucking word they're saying to me. I push my way through all of them, moving toward Jamie.
She moves toward me, too, crowding up against the boards separating the box from the front row. "You did it," she says, beaming at me. "You're going to the playoffs, superstar."
I shake my glove off and then toss my helmet and mouthguard.
"Come here," I growl, grasping the front of her jersey.
She sways toward me, still smiling.
I wrap an arm around her waist, hauling her over the boards into the box with me. And then I do what I've wanted to do for far too fucking long. I kiss the smile from her lips, claiming her in front of the world.
A roar of approval goes up from the crowd around us as she twines her arms around my neck, claiming me too.
It's the single-best game of the season. No, it's the single-best game, period.
Epilogue
Jonas
Seven Years Later
"I said lift your ass in the air," I growl, bringing my hand down against my wife's right cheek in a sharp smack.
She sobs my name and rocks back against me, impaling herself on my cock like a good girl. Fuck, she's hot. I get a little rough with her, and she goes wild. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I've been watching it for seven years, and it never gets old. It never fails to blow my mind.
I'm one lucky motherfucker, and I know it.
She lifts her ass higher, pressing her upper body to the bed. Fuck yeah. Now that's a sight.
I wrap one hand around her hip, running the other over her red ass to soothe the sting as I pound into her. It's always a damn race with her, trying to get her there before I lose it and claim her womb. Leaving her dripping my cum is my favorite thing to do. I don't even care what that says about me. There's something downright perfect about knowing my wife walks around with my seed dripping from her hot little hole nine days out of ten.