Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
And not in an excited, happy way.
Unfortunately, when my bags are by the door, my boys know I’m leaving.
Gretzky hates the bags so much, he’s pissed on them a time or two. Gordie growls at them, and at the bottom of one are teeth marks from where he gnawed at it. Poor guys. It breaks my heart to know that leaving them makes them anxious. I wish I could take them with me everywhere. They’re so well-behaved that I know they’d do awesome, but it wouldn’t be fair to leave them in a hotel room or drop them off at a kennel they don’t know when I’m at the rink. As much as I think they’d do great in the rink, and the players would enjoy kisses between plays, I know they’d get in the way.
I think that’s why Dan suggested Clara. He knows how much the boys mean to me and that Clara would care for them like they’re hers. I knew that fact from the jump. I also knew I wanted her naked at first glance.
Which has posed a wee bit of discomfort in my pants.
Okay, a lot of discomfort.
I’m fucking steel here.
All night, I tossed and turned as I thought of her. Her glossy pink lips, the challenge in her eyes. Fuck me, she’s passionate. I love that she gets that determined little twitch in her nose when she’s convinced she’s right. I mean, she wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t want her to know that. I love how her eyes brighten when we talk about the four-legged creatures we both love, and what’s best for them.
The seductive way her eyes drooped when she told me goodbye still has my cock harder than a frozen puck.
She’s…got me in a choke hold, and I don’t even think she knows it.
I hear the sound of dogs singing “Jingle Bells,” which not only has my dogs going nuts but has my brows pulling together.
What the hell?
Before I even reach the door, I see a long bright-orange bus with groovy yellow, pink, and purple flowers painted all over it. It also has paintings of dogs, playing and sleeping in all sorts of places. The windows are covered with big flowers that have faces on them, and her business name is written in big bubble letters. It’s so over the top, so loud and bold.
So her.
She honks the horn again, causing the song to restart, as she waves and grins widely at me.
I can’t help but smirk.
This girl is way out of my league.
I throw open the screen door, and the dogs whimper beside me as she comes down the stairs. She’s wearing a pair of yellow biker shorts and a pink crop top that has my mouth going dry and my cock straining against my slacks. He is still pissed at me that I didn’t take her home after our dinner on Saturday. But I’m finding when it comes to her, he’s an addict. I need to get him some help.
ASAP.
She waves at me, and I start for her, the boys hot on my heels. They are still wiggling and whining, wanting desperately to get to her.
Same, boys. Same.
“Go on,” I say, and they shoot off to greet her. She drops to her knees and cuddles them close to her, kissing her noses and heads as she coos sweet nothings.
Lucky bastards.
“Y’all ready to go? Yay!” she gushes as they climb up into the bus. She follows behind but then pauses. “Wanna come in?”
I nod, unable to speak, as I get a full view of the tight globes of her ass. I want to bite each cheek, leave my mark so that if anyone gets a peek, they’ll know her ass is mine.
I pause.
Well, that’s a hell of a thought.
I swallow hard as I go up the stairs. Inside the bus are power fans to cool the dogs in the summer heat, while a bunch of pups sit in seats like fucking schoolkids with seat belts on. The bus is the same color inside as on the outside. Bright and overwhelming. Just like the girl who is cooing to all the dogs. They bark, howl and look so damn cute, I can’t help but grin. I watch as she gets Gretzky and Gordie in a seat with Darcy. She gives them all kisses before turning to me. “Pretty nifty, huh?”
“Nifty?”
Her eyes dance with excitement. I see pride there too, and I can’t help but also be proud of her. This is awesome. I’m overwhelmed by the color and how the sun plays off the light flecks in her navy eyes. I’m still smirking, and it feels so unnaturally natural, I’m worried about my health.
“Duh, dude. We’re groovy around here.”
I actually laugh. At her.
Of course. Disguising my laugh with a cough, I nod. “This is really awesome. You should be proud of yourself.”