Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Bex makes a strange face. She hates being told what to do. “And why would I do that?”
“Do you know how to skate?”
She snorts. “My dad is a hockey coach. I grew up at a rink. Are you serious?”
He shrugs, unaffected by Bex’s comments. “Hey, you never know. You could be good on your feet and horrible on skates. My older brother can’t skate to save his life, even with my dad teaching him.”
Her eyebrows rise. “Really?”
“It’s true,” Preston confesses. “JP never took to hockey, at least not how I did, and he hates the cold.”
She laughs. “That’s interesting. I would have thought hockey was a requirement in your family.”
“He’s the brains—”
“And you’re the beauty,” she finishes for him, laughing.
My cheeks flush for her as if this is all happening to me. Oh my God, Bex has just admitted she thinks he’s hot. She’s so into him it’s insane. And Preston doesn’t miss a beat. He knows exactly how she feels about him.
“No, that wasn’t what I would say,” Preston offers. “But... thanks, I guess.”
She bites her cut lip, most likely forgetting about the pain with Mr. MVP standing before her. I’ve never seen Bex so out of sorts before.
Preston does something neither of us expects, removing the glove from his hand to touch her cheek. He slides his thumb over her lip. “How did this happen?”
His movements are so sensual that I feel like I’m sharing a private moment between them.
Should I leave?
“I took one for the team,” she says.
“Bex likes it rough,” I add to take the edge off this moment. I’m always good for an inappropriate joke when necessary. That’s how I handle awkward moments. Comedy is my go-to when things get weird.
Preston laughs.
An awkward pause passes before Bex says, “You stink, Parker. Go take a shower.”
“What about your dad?” I point out.
“We’re supposed to have dinner with my dad. I can’t. But I’ll see you this weekend.”
“Can I call you?”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t enjoy talking on the phone.”
While that’s true, what the hell is she doing?
He cocks an eyebrow at her. “Texts, then?”
Bex shrugs. “Um…” She looks to me for confirmation.
Is she hoping I will give her a way out of talking to him? Hell, no. Bitch, you’re going on that date. She’s giving him her number. I know Bex likes Preston and tries to dodge him because of her intimacy issues.
“Yeah,” I say. “Text her later.”
Bex doesn’t look thrilled with me, while Preston is happy as a pig in shit.
He extends his hand to me. “We haven’t met. I’m Preston Parker. And you are?”
Oh, please. You know my name, Parker.
“Taylor Bradshaw.” I clear my throat and stand up straight. “Bex’s roommate.”
“You forgot teammate,” Bex says. “Taylor’s also my best friend.”
That I am, and what are friends for?
“Nice to meet you, Taylor.” He shoves the glove onto his hand. “Nice seeing you, Bex. I’ll text you later, okay?”
She nods.
After Preston leaves, she pushes her hip into mine. “Thanks, Tay. What the hell was that about? I can’t believe you sided with Preston.”
“I didn’t side with anyone. I was saving you from making a horrible mistake. You like Preston. Stop denying it.”
“He’s my dad’s favorite player.”
“That’s not the issue, and you know it. Preston isn’t Kellan. Give him a chance. You might be happy you did.”
“I guess you’re right.” She smiles, a real one this time. “But if I give Preston a chance, you have to be nicer to Drake. He’s one of Preston’s best friends. They’re like brothers.”
I grunt in frustration. “Fine. I’ll be friendly to the giant with a monster cock.”
She chuckles, shaking her head.
I helped Bex with her dating life, and now, I should take charge of my own. But that would require me to step outside of my comfort zone, which I’m not ready to do just yet.
Not with Drake Donovan.
Chapter 3
Drake
After I find Jamie practically fucking a sorority girl on the counter, I sit at the table in the kitchen. Shannon’s been around a lot lately and offered to make us dinner. I guess she thinks Jamie will date her. We’re not interested in settling down in college. And we still have our pro careers ahead of us.
This is the first time a woman has cooked a meal for our house. I’m surprised most of the guys aren’t home for the occasion. Killian Kade, a right winger on our team, left a few minutes ago. He hung around until he got a text and ran out the door. He’s one of the most secretive people I’ve ever met.
With his big mouth, Tucker fills the void with his usual jokes and stupid comments. He hasn’t stopped talking about Shannon’s ass or how much Jamie scored since he entered the kitchen. Tuck can be such an asshole to Jamie sometimes. Tucker is a dick to most people, even though he means nothing by it.