Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
I laugh and hold my breath as Damian, Will, and Finn get near the goal. I don’t even know how they do it, but they pass it between the three of them and Finn gets it and taps it in right between the goalie’s left leg and the post.
“HOLY SHIT!” I shout, screaming again.
“He’s so fucking fun to watch,” Liam says, laughing.
We watch the rest of the game like that. We win 3–1. Liam and I go upstairs to celebrate with the rest of them, until the arena mostly clears out and Prescott, Banks, Lachlan, his dad, and Lang say they want to go downstairs and all of us follow.
“I think tonight is the night,” Lyla says, holding her stomach.
I gasp. “Contractions?!”
“How far apart?!” Marissa asks.
Lachlan, who is carrying Theo and talking to the rest of the guys, somehow hears this and turns around. “What’s going on?”
“My contractions are getting stronger,” Lyla says.
“We need to go to the hospital,” Lachlan says.
“Not yet, Lach.” She sets a hand on his arm. “They’re not that bad or that close.”
“Lyla James…”
“I’ll tell you.” She smiles, and it only widens when Theo leans down and wraps his little arms around her neck. She kisses him, then her husband, and everyone keeps walking.
I hold onto her left arm and Marissa holds her right. It’s not like she needs help walking, but it’s the only thing I can think to do. With the measured steps Lachlan is taking, I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to set his son down and carry Lyla instead. By the time we get to the back and pass security, the guys are spilling out of the lockers with their regular clothes on.
They stop and say hi. A few wives are waiting around. I look at the women a few times, trying to figure out which one, if any, is the one I should be thanking for being the reason Finn got his head out of his ass.
When Finn walks out, he spots me immediately and walks over. One of the women, I’m pretty sure the goalie’s wife, calls out his name, but he doesn’t even look in her direction. It’s like he has blinders on and only sees me. When he reaches me, he lifts me up and puts his hands under my butt, so I have to wrap my arms and legs around him.
“You did so good,” I say, grinning.
He gives me a peck on the lips, and another, and another. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I wasn’t going to miss your first game,” I say, sinking my fingers into his damp hair.
“Where’d you get the jersey?” he asks. “I thought they were sold out.”
“They were, but I know a guy.” I wink at him, and he smiles and squeezes me tighter as he kisses me again.
“Dad, tell Finn that Joshlyn’s my girlfriend first,” Theo pouts.
Finn fully wraps his arms around me, and I laugh. “Don’t be mean, Finneas.”
He groans into the crook of my neck. “You’re mine and I’ve been waiting days to see you.”
“You’re going to see me all night,” I whisper into his ear.
“I don’t think your words are doing what you intend them to do,” he murmurs.
I laugh again. “Let me down.”
He finally does and I give Theo a kiss on the cheek and ruffle his hair. We all say our goodbyes and I make Lyla promise to let me know if she needs me to go over. On our way to the car, Finn wraps his arm around me and doesn’t let go of my hand the entire way home.
47
JOSSLYN
“Come closer, baby,” Finn says, curling an arm around me to pull me closer until I’m straddling him.
His hands move up my thighs to my waist.
“Fuck,” he says when he finds that I have nothing on underneath his jersey. “You just want to kill me, huh?”
“If I kill you, I can’t fuck you,” I say. “And that doesn’t sound very fun.”
His eyes darken as he wraps a hand behind my neck and pulls my face near his. He bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth with a groan. “I missed you so much. I want to fucking devour you.”
“I want you to, but first…” I scoot back slightly and grab his hard length over his dress pants, making him hiss.
I slide down his body, unbuttoning his dress shirt as I go, and kissing each sliver of skin I see. He had two road games and the days he was gone felt like an eternity. He likes to joke that I’ve bewitched him, but he’s done the same to me.
He slides his fingers into my hair and grips it, making me gasp at the sting.
“I’ve been thinking about this since you left,” I say as I undo his belt.
He growls when I lick and bite his lower abs, and grips my hair tighter. My stomach does a little swoosh when I look up and see the hunger in his eyes. I focus on undressing him, and once he’s fully naked, I get on my knees and settle between his legs again, setting my hands on his muscled thighs and squeeze. He groans. I move my hands up, looking at his thick erection, and lick my lips when it jolts.