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)
The buzzer sounds and the music starts. Jax flies around the back of the net and finds me on the other side. We slam our chests into each other which makes him lose his footing and fall his ass on the hard ice.
He scrambles to get up, but with all the gear it takes a little longer, giving me plenty of time to give him shit for it. I hold a hand out and help him up while I try to control my laughter. “Everyone saw that, didn’t they?”
“Sure fucking did, kid,” I laugh. “That one will be played on the ESPN blooper reel until the end of time.”
“Shut up,” he grins as he pushes me away.
Tank and Miller skate past and Jax just can’t help himself. “Who’s the fucking ‘dream team’ now, bitches?” he laughs.
“Games still young, Jax,” Miller says in amusement as Tank shakes his head.
This game is going to be hard but so incredibly worth it. I can’t wait to play out every damn second of it.
Chapter 24
Elle
This game is too freaking good. I sit on the very edge of my seat, not wanting to miss a second of it. The boys are up against the L.A Storm which is the team Miller and Tank are on so probably means their girlfriends are in the grandstands, so no matter who wins tonight, it’s going to be a fun after-game celebration.
I have never been so busy. This team is fucking good and they’re keeping my boys on their toes, which means, they’re keeping me on mine too. Honestly, it kind of sucks because I want nothing more than to sit here and watch the game but I’m working so I’ve spent half the game in my office with player after player on my table, it’s good that I have Kate with me as she can pick up some of the slack.
So far, there have been a few big incidents with guys being tripped or slammed into walls but nothing too bad. No fists have flown yet but I’m waiting for it. It’s the championship game and with a bunch of dudes wanting nothing more than to win, it’s bound to get ugly at some point.
I’m just glad I don’t have to worry about Logan. He plays cleans and I’m happier for it. I don’t know how I’d feel if he was the kind of guy starting fights on the ice and constantly being thrown in the sin-bin, though, if that were the case, he wouldn’t be Captain.
Logan has been on fire tonight but from how good Tank is, he has to be which makes it damn clear why Logan is the Captain. He’s good and it turns me the fuck on. I can’t wait to get him home tonight. Maybe I’ll have to bombard him in the locker room after the game. I’m not sure I can wait until we get home.
The game is so close. The teams have been scoring goal for goal, we’re just lucky that the Thunder is one up. Poor Tony looks as though he is about to have a heart attack, he’s completely on edge, it’s actually quite funny.
The crowd roar and I join right in as Logan makes his third goal for the night, making me want to scream at the top of my lungs that he’s my man and none of the needy bitches in the crowd who are constantly throwing themselves at him can have him. That’s right, whores, he’s sleeping in my bed tonight and every other night.
There are five minutes left on the clock and I have two guys on the bench who need attention but Coach has demanded they wait in the box. It's crunch time. The boys are up by two and they are exhausted but I know they still have plenty of fuel left in the tanks, even if they don't, I know they'll find it somewhere.
They zoom up and down the ice, at a pace, I still can't comprehend, like seriously, they're doing this shit on tiny fucking blades. It's ridiculous. The arena is in chaos with everyone already on their feet. The game is too close for my liking and anything could happen.
I watch with wide eyes as Jax steals the puck, only to have it taken straight off him by Miller. He flies down to our goal but Logan swoops in like the hero he is and intercepts his shot only to have it taken straight off him by Tank who shoots straight for the goal.
The puck sails straight past our goalie and the crowd go wild.
Shit. This game is getting closer and closer by the second. We’re still one up but with only four minutes left in the game, it could really go to anyone.
The clock continues its countdown. With Jax, Logan, Tank, and Miller stealing the show, I swear, there are hardly any other players on the table, well, not that anyone notices anyway.