Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Flip
She’s my coach’s g daughter. She’s the last person I should have photos with outside of a bar. And I don’t want to get her in trouble.
Hemi
Because being in a bar underage wouldn’t accomplish that?
Flip
She’s an adult. Also, photos with her could axe my contract with Milk, and I’d like to keep that endorsement since it’s basically funding my parents’ retirement.
Hemi
*sigh* That’s fair and reasonable. Tally’s at home, so that’s her doppelganger.
Flip
Thank fuck.
There’s a knock on my apartment door. Maybe my roommate locked herself out. It’s happened before. But she shouldn’t be home for hours.
I open the door and am stunned speechless by the sight before me. “What are you doing here? How did you get up here?” Dallas is standing in my doorway, wearing a T-shirt and khaki shorts. It’s nine in the evening. He looks exhausted.
“I followed some dude in. I’ve recovered,” he states.
I cross my arms. “You look half dead.” That he’s still upright after what my brothers put him through is unreal. Isaac called me half an hour ago to give me a play by play of their day, and then Sam jumped on to talk about how cool Roman is.
“I’m fine.” He steps into my apartment, closes the door behind him, and turns the lock. “Your roommate is on nights now, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
He takes my face in his hands and tips my head up, lips hovering an inch from mine, his eyes hot with desire. “I was a good boy last night and today, wasn’t I?” He manages to make that sound like a command instead of a question.
“Yes,” I agree, my body already heating from the contact.
“Good boys deserve a reward, don’t they?” His tongue drags across his bottom lip. He looks like he’s ready to devour me. It’s ridiculously hot to have this huge, imposing, badass hockey player desperate to make me come. Every part of me craves more of his touch.
I sent him home the other night unsatisfied because I enjoyed the fingerbang a little too much for my own good. His willingness to service me, all that power…it’s a little heady. Getting addicted to orgasms from Dallas isn’t smart. Not when he’s so good at it, and not when this is extremely temporary. But one more time couldn’t hurt…
I nod and give in to the urge to run my hand over his chest. I might still hate all the shit he did to me when we were kids, but I can’t deny the effect he has on my body. The hottest guy in school became the hottest guy on a pro hockey team and he’s standing in my apartment, desperate to give me an orgasm. Teenage me is over the moon. Current me is on board for very different reasons. Heat floods my center, and my nipples peak under my shirt. “You were a very good boy.”
He strokes my cheek and slides his fingers into my hair, curling them at the base of my scalp. “You’re going to sit on my face, so I can fuck you with my tongue.”
“Your mouth is a filth factory.” But I like it. The other night when he finger-fucked me on the counter, I only wanted him to shut up so I wouldn’t come too fast. I had no idea if the experience was a one-off, and I wanted it to last—at first out of sheer vindictive glee, and then because it felt so good.
“I know. You’ll be keeping it busy soon enough.” He laces our fingers. “Take me to your bedroom.”
I guide him down the hall. The moment he closes my bedroom door, he’s on me. Hands in my hair, lips on my skin. “I’m fucking starving for you, Wills.” He pushes my sleep shorts over my hips and drops to his knees. I’m panty-less. His hands move to cup my ass and he nuzzles into my sex, his groan vibrating over my sensitive skin. He presses a kiss to the apex of my thighs and his eyes lift as his velvet tongue slides between my folds. My eyes flutter shut as warmth pools low in my belly and desire takes over.
I grip his hair and tug, pulling his mouth away. “Get on the bed.”
His grin turns lascivious as he pushes to a stand and crosses the room. He pulls his shirt over his head and stretches out on top of my comforter. His erection pushes against his shorts, and his eyes are hot with need. He extends a hand, reaching for me. “Let me take care of you.”
There’s something in the way he says it, paired with the hungry look in his eyes, that makes me feel…powerful. Sexy. Beautiful.
As soon as I climb onto the bed, he moves me into position, one knee on either side of his head. He kisses and bites the inside of my thighs, then grips my hips and pulls me down onto his mouth. His tongue glides through my sex, his deep groan making everything tighten. I grip the headboard as he devours me, tongue circling my clit before plunging inside me.