Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Though, her pounding on my door and trying to put me in my place also really suits her and unlucky for her, every time she tries to do it from now on, is only going to remind me of the first time we had sex which no doubt is going to turn me the fuck on and piss her off that much more, and to be honest, I’m so fucking excited about it.
The whole day, I’ve been a mess of jittery nerves and excitement, though I always get this way at the start of the season and I have no idea why as the second I step onto the ice, it completely disappears but I must admit, having Elle around has seemed to calm the nerves a bit. Maybe it’s the fear of the unknown, not knowing how strong the other teams have become in the off-season or maybe it’s the weight of being the captain on my shoulders, I don’t know but it gets me every year.
It’s getting close to the time I have to be at the arena so I grab my things and get in my truck. I don’t worry about Elle as she would already be there making sure she has everything ready to go for the game.
I’m pretty sure she’s also a mess of nerves as it’s her first game ever but as promised by Tony, she has a temporary new senior therapist now working with her so it should help to ease her mind but she really doesn’t need it, she’s done an amazing job of mending me up. I only feel it every now and then when I push myself too hard but that’s not on Elle, that’s on me not doing enough stretching before and after training which Elle makes sure to remind me of each and every time I complain about it
On the good side, now that I’m healed and not walking around with a limp, Jax and my brothers have quit making jokes about my ‘broken dick’ which is always a positive.
I make a quick detour before heading to the arena. I jump down from my truck and quickly duck inside. “Yo,” I say, knocking on the door and pushing my way into the room without waiting for an invitation.
Brendan looks up at my entry and groans the second he sees me. "What the fuck do you want?" he questions with his usual bad attitude but by now I've come to realise this is just his way of being a protective brother towards the guy who's dating his sister, he's an angel to everyone else.
“I’m breaking you out of here,” I tell him. “Grab your shit, let’s go.”
“What?” he grunts. “Are you allowed to do that?”
“Fucked if I know,” I shrug. “But I’m not about to let you watch me piss all over the other team from your shitty cereal-box sized t.v.,” I tell him, nodding my head towards the tiny television that’s bolted to the wall.
“You’re taking me to the game?” he questions.
“Would you prefer I take you on a date instead?” I ask as I push his wheelchair across the room and right to his bedside.
He shuffles himself around and I watch on in pain, desperate to just grab the fucker and put him in the chair myself but I know that wouldn’t go down well, he’s a man and he will suffer before asking his sister’s boyfriend to help him.
He gets himself in the chair and I grab a jumper out of his luggage before pushing him out the door. A nurse turns the corner and I quickly dart him back into the room. “Fuck,” I curse as I hope the woman didn’t see.
“You didn’t clear this with the Doctor?” Brendan questions in shock.
"Of course, not," I grunt. "I told you, I'm breaking you out, besides, Elle says Dr. Ellis is all for you doing positive things."
“I don’t quite think this is what he had in mind and I can guarantee you didn’t talk to Elle about this either,” he grins.
“Nope,” I say. “I figured it’s better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.”
“Dude, you’re fucked,” he laughs.
“Nah man,” I say as I peek my head back out the door to make sure the coast is clear. “She’ll be thrilled we’re spending time together. We’re bonding.”
“Righteo,” he grunts as I push him out the door.
We make a break for it and bolt towards the exit. I get him out the door and we’re home free, only question now is how to get him back in tonight, but I’m sure they will have noticed his absence by then and called Elle, who I’m sure would fill them in but until then, it’s all James Bond shit from now.
We get to my truck and he instantly looks up at the beast. “Dude, how am I supposed to get in there?” he questions.