Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Not my teammates, not my captain, her.
And here she is, anticipating that need like we've been doing it for years instead of our short and very new…friendship. Sure, it’d been three months since we met, and a little over two weeks since we crossed that line and slept together, but it’s all still very new.
Something shifts inside me at her show of support, at her very real offer of ignoring it, or unpacking it if I need to. A feeling I've never felt before takes up residence in my chest, expanding and sucking up a whole lot of breathing room, confusing the hell out of me. A quick flash blasts in my mind with soaring images of a future—dozens of games and dozens of times like this where I race back into her arms.
I release her, stepping back to look down at her with a curious gaze. “How did you get in here?” I ask and glance around my obviously empty room. It dawns on me, and I nod.
“Pax,” we say at the same time.
Blakely grins up at me, giving me an innocent little shrug. “Your roommate was more than happy to go hang out with my roommate for a few hours.”
I nod because it makes perfect sense. Luckily, I’d been paired up with Pax to share a room, and clearly Blakely and Monroe had bunked together too. I definitely liked Pax, but this? Granting me this without any questions? This solidified him in my book. I’ll have his back for life.
Blakely trails her delicate hands down my tired arms. “So, talk or ignore?”
I wrap my arms around her again but keep my eyes on her face as I study her. That annoying thing in my chest pulses, warmth spreading out and stretching across every expanse of my body in a way that has nothing to do with lust.
Lightning strikes me.
Holy shit, am I falling for this girl?
The minute the thought pops in my head, a certain sense of peace and clarity washes over me like I've solved some mysterious puzzle I've been working on for ages.
Oh shit, I’m so fucked.
How can I be falling for the girl who literally told me she doesn't want to be in a relationship? Let alone my skate coach? Not to mention the fact that I'm not a relationship guy. I don't fall for people, I fall for the ice, for the next step in my career, for doing whatever it takes to take care of my family—my mom, my sister.
I sleep around for fun. I’m known for it.
Except, I don’t.
Not since Blakely.
I haven’t even considered approaching someone else.
But it doesn’t matter how many logistical reasons I throw at the realization in my mind, it doesn’t break or tremble or even budge.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Ignore it,” I finally say to both my realization and her question, and I dip my head to capture her mouth with mine.
She melts into my embrace, her body flush against mine as my hands roam over her. The kiss is slow, languid, like we're not on a time limit. Like this is something we do all the time.
But still, there is something different in this kiss versus the ones that have come before it. There’s just as much hunger and need in this kiss, but there’s a commonality, a companionship that I can feel solidifying with every stroke of our tongues against each other.
I don't know if she feels it on her end, and it's likely because of me and all these feelings that are occupying my body right now, but either way, I sink into her mouth and feel like I'm coming home.
Her hands are just as greedy, roaming over the plains of my chest and my hips until she pulls away and tugs on my sweats, bringing them and my boxer briefs down until I'm forced to step out of them. I'm expecting her to hop right back up, giving me the access I need to shed her pants, but she doesn't.
Fuck me, she stays on her knees, and the sight literally rattles everything inside me.
She flashes me a little smirk, her hand teasingly stroking my hard cock, tracing the lines of it with her fingertips before she inches her mouth toward my head.
My heart slams against my chest as she parts her lips and takes me into her mouth, a little timidly at first, which is the only thing powerful enough to have my brain actually work when it feels so fucking good to have her lips wrapped around me.
“You don't have to do this,” I groan, my fingers gently tangling in her hair. “You don't have to—”
“Let me take care of you,” she says after pulling back just enough that I slide out of her mouth, only to immediately take me back in.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips thrusting on instinct into that perfectly hot and wet mouth of hers.