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)
“So fucking good, Wills. I’ve been dying to taste you like this,” he rasps.
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding his head as I roll my hips and…fuck his face. He grips my ass, helping me maintain the rhythm as my legs quake.
“That’s it, come all over my face. Baptize me with your pussy juice, honey.”
I can’t even with the shit that comes out of his mouth. But it has the desired effect. He slaps my ass, and I grind down, reaching for the headboard again as the orgasm rolls through me. The world is a wash of stars as I come.
I don’t even have time to recover before I find myself flipped onto my back. Dallas’s broad shoulders push my legs wide as he just…keeps going. He makes desperate mewling sounds, like he can’t get enough, like he’ll die if he stops.
He slides a thick finger inside me, then another and another. “Let’s see how long we can keep this going.” He latches onto my clit, sucking hard as his fingers stroke inside me.
The waning orgasm fires back up. I moan and grip his hair, writhing under him as sensation spirals and expands, consuming me, burning me up from the inside. Eventually, it’s just too much, and I push his head away, preventing him from coming back for more by shoving on his shoulder with my foot.
He folds back on his knees, chest heaving, eyes heavy with lust as he swipes at his chin with the back of his hand. Then he sucks his pussy-juice-coated fingers clean.
I close my legs before he gets any more ideas.
“Thank you.” His voice sounds like it went a round with a gravel truck.
“You’re welcome?” I’m still trying to recover from the twenty-minute orgasm.
He grabs his shirt from the floor, pulling it back over his head. He rearranges his very prominent erection. I’d love to offer to reciprocate, but I worry he’ll convince me to let him fuck me, and that would be a very, very bad idea.
I’m already addicted to his tongue and fingers. I can’t get addicted to his cock, too.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be on my way, but don’t forget to lock the door before you go to bed, honey.”
CHAPTER 20
HEMI
I’m getting ready for work two days later when my moms call. They do this sometimes, video call first thing in the morning. They’ve made a wedding inspiration board already. I wish one of my brothers would settle down and take the heat off me.
“Hi, Mom and Ma. What’s up?” I prop them on the vanity while I work on my makeup.
“Your mom and I were thinking it might be nice to look at a few venues while you’re in town for the reunion,” Ma says.
“We haven’t even set a date, though.” And we never will. And I’ll have to break my moms’ hearts when I tell them it’s over. There’s no way we’re putting deposits down on things just for show. My guilty conscience can’t take that.
“It doesn’t hurt to look, though, sweetheart. Places book up quickly, especially in the summer months. June would be perfect, don’t you think? Post buggy season, but before the really hot weather sets in.”
“I think the reunion weekend will be pretty jam-packed,” I hedge.
“Hmm… You have a point. Well, why don’t we plan for your mom and I to come down for a weekend so we can start looking at dresses, at the very least! We’ll book a few appointments. It’ll be fun!”
Their excitement makes my heart hurt. “Can we get through the reunion weekend first? Or can we talk about it more when I’m home? There’s just a lot going on right now.”
“Are you nervous about the reunion, sweetie?”
I’m lying about enough stuff, so I go with honesty. “Yeah. I haven’t seen Brooklyn face-to-face in years, and teendom wasn’t the easiest time of my life.”
“Oh, sweetie, everyone in high school was focused on themselves,” Mom says. “You have a great career, wonderful friends, and a lovely fiancé. It’ll be fun.”
“Thanks for the votes of confidence.”
“We love you, Hemi. We’ll back off on the wedding details until the reunion is over,” Ma adds. “Let us know if you need anything else, though. Okay?”
“Of course. I love you.”
“We love you, too,” they say in unison then end the call.
The web of lies I’m weaving is sticky, and I’m worried about getting trapped in it. I don’t have time to fixate on that now, though. Not with everything else going on.
Half an hour later I’m sitting in my office with Denise, the head coach of the women’s team.
“I love everything about this, Hemi.” She’s all smiles as she reads through the proposal. “Winter Marks will definitely want to be involved, so however we can include her would be fantastic.”
“I designed it with her in mind, knowing her background and the Hockey Academy’s role in her life.” I met her a few months ago, but when we were chatting recently, she shared how the retired players at the Hockey Academy took her under their wing at a time when she really needed the support and the team family dynamic, and it had changed her life. “I love how passionate she is about this and that she had the guts to mention it to me.”