Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Aww, my girl,” she says, and I can see her smiling in my head. “Is Lilo the only one that misses me?”
“I slept on your pillow when I took a nap,” I say, looking around to make sure I’m by myself.
“I took your T-shirt home,” she says quietly. “The one you wore yesterday.” I laugh now. “What time is the game tonight?”
“You don’t have to watch the game, Zara,” I tell her, knowing she hates hockey. I put on the game yesterday that New York was playing, and she fell asleep in thirty seconds flat.
“I know I don’t have to, but I’ll tune in,” she says, and then I hear Zoe in the background screaming her name. “Okay, go and get into the zone. Call me after the game.”
“Will do,” I say, and she hangs up. Putting my phone down, I eat my food when my phone beeps, and I look at it. She sent me a text.
Zara: For every goal you get, you will be rewarded with my mouth.
Zara: On your cock.
I groan inwardly because my cock thinks it’s now and starts waking up. And I text her back.
Me: I’m going to have to take care of myself before the game just thinking about it.
She answers me right away.
Zara: Well, then our chat after the game is going to be very interesting. I miss you.
I don’t answer her because my phone rings, and I see it’s Candace. “Hello,” I say to her. “Are you alive?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” she says sarcastically. “Trust me, if I wasn’t, Mom would be on your ass to come and find me.”
“This is very true,” I tell her, knowing that my mom would be on my ass to go get her.
“Did you just get back?” I ask her, finishing my food.
“Yeah,” she says. “I was going to come to the game tonight and bring a friend.”
“Okay,” I tell her. “I’ll catch you after the game,” I tell her and put my phone down.
I warm up a bit before I have to get into my gear and take the ice. When I skate on the ice, I see a couple of the fans waiting by the glass and toss a couple of pucks to them. I look down the ice at the number one team.
“This is going to be a rough night,” Corey says. “They are going on a six-game winning streak.”
“Well, it ends tonight,” I say, taking a puck and moving it back and forth with my stick.
The warm-up finishes, and we skate back into the dressing room. The coach comes in, and he has shots of some plays that he wants us to work on. I sit on bench with my pregame drink in my hand, my fingers strumming the bottle. “Let’s break out of the streak, boys,” he says, clapping his hands, and we get up and get into the line to skate out. We wait in the hallway as Corey gives his speech every game. I bounce on my skates and then tie my helmet and wait for my turn.
I get on the ice and take my place on the blue line, taking off my helmet and waiting for the anthem to be sung. Once it’s done, I skate to the middle of the ice as the fans on their feet start stomping. I skate in a circle with my stick in both hands and get into the zone. I block everything out, and when the referee comes over with the puck, I get into position and wait for him to drop the puck. I win the face-off, passing the puck back to Denis who slowly brings it up to the three of us skating toward their goal. He passes the puck to Jari as I try to skate around the defense to the right. I make it just a touch past their defense and toward the left side when I look at him to pass me the puck. As soon as the puck hits the blade of my stick, I just shoot it on the goalie, not expecting anything but to give everyone a chance of a rebound play. Except it goes in off the goalie’s shoulder, and just like that, seven seconds into the game, it’s one to nothing for us. I skate to the back of the net, and my teammates come out to me. Corey is the first one to me. “Guess someone is fired up,” he jokes with me, and then we skate to the bench. We high-five everyone and then do a shift change.
For the rest of the period, we hang on to the one goal lead, but when we start the second period, either they are out for blood, or we are just dragging our asses because in the matter of twenty-seven seconds, they are up two to one. We get caught up in our zone more times than we want to, and clearing the puck is like pulling fucking teeth. We finally do it, but it’s not enough to score that tying goal.