Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I come and come, giving her every drop, until I’m so rung out all I can do is lie in the tangle of sheets afterward, panting, as she lies boneless on top of me.
We’re a mess of tangled limbs and sweat-slick skin, her head on my chest, my fingers absently tracing circles on her lower back when she finally whispers several minutes later, “Let’s never leave this room.”
I grin up at the ceiling. “Agreed. I’m so glad I didn’t go get that smoothie bowl.”
She lifts her head just far enough to gaze down at me. “What?”
“I was on my way to get you a smoothie bowl when you rolled over. I saw how pretty your breasts looked in the morning light and…got distracted.”
She grins. “I like that you got distracted.” She arches a playful brow. “But I also like smoothie bowls. And all we had for dinner last night was cheese and crackers in between banging, and that’s not enough to fuel a body, Theodore. You need vitamins and minerals.”
“Vitamins and minerals,” I echo. “You don’t say, Stephanie?”
She nods seriously. “I do say. So, breakfast? Then more banging?”
“Sounds like a plan, gorgeous, but I’m going to need to shower first,” I say. “I can’t get sweaty and come out smelling like a rose like some people. What kind of hippie yoga magic keeps you from having morning breath, by the way?”
She rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. “You’re crazy. Of course, I have morning breath. I was worried about it when you kissed me.”
“You shouldn’t have been,” I say, patting her ass affectionately. “You’re delicious, from head to toe and every place in between.”
She reaches back, grabbing my wrist before I can dip my fingers between her legs again. We’re still joined, but I’m pretty sure I could get a couple fingers on her clit if I tried…
“No, mister, no more of that,” she says firmly. “Not until we’re clean and fed. I can feel my blood sugar plummeting. Last one to the shower buys coffee on the walk over.”
Before I can reply, she’s off my cock—sadness—and headed toward the bathroom, her ass swaying with every step. I admire it for a moment, deciding it really is the perfect ass, round and tight and—
“Are you coming?” she asks over her shoulder. “Or are you going to lay there staring at my butt all day?”
I grin. “It’s a really nice butt.”
She props a hand on her hip with a mock-disappointed shake of her head. “When I die of starvation, they’ll have to put—her boyfriend stared at her butt too long instead of feeding her, and now she’s gone, poor woman—on my headstone.”
I grin wider. “Boyfriend. I’m your boyfriend. I almost forgot that part. What a lucky son-of-a-bitch I am.”
And I am.
I go right on believing that until camp starts two weeks later, and I get one hell of a wake-up call.
CHAPTER 13
STEPHANIE
Two bliss-filled weeks later, the vibes are not vibing on the first day of Badger training camp.
I can feel it the moment I step into the practice facility that Monday afternoon, my yoga mat tucked under one arm and my special “hockey dude bro” playlist queued up on my phone.
The air feels charged, tense in a way I haven’t noticed during previous training camps. Players are clustered in small groups, voices hushed, eyes darting around like they’re expecting a killer clown to pop out from behind a pillar at any moment.
This isn’t the typical first-day excitement I’ve grown accustomed to.
“Hey there, Miss Love!” The familiar voice of Dexter, one of the equipment managers, cuts through the tension, making me smile. He’s the sweetest old guy, always in a pair of overalls the same gray as his hair. And he never forgets to bring out the extra blocks and bolsters I use for the players with flexibility issues.
I give his arm a squeeze. “Hey, Dex. How was your summer? Lots of fishing and lake time?”
“Oh, yeah. Had my boat out every other day, and man was it beautiful,” he says, wiping his hands on a faded Badgers towel. “Kids are all good, too, and we’ve got a new grandson on the way.”
“Congratulations! That’s amazing!” I cheer, leaning in for a hug as he beams.
“Thank you, thank you,” he says, chuckling as I pull away. “Trish is over the moon. Already buying baby clothes and our daughter-in-law isn’t due for three more months.” He eyes my bulging tote bag. “Need any help with your setup? Coach moved your session to Studio B instead of the main gym. So, I put all the blocks and props in there for ya.”
“Oh, okay, thanks for letting me know. And no, no help needed, I’ve got it.” I gesture down the hall, brow furrowing. “Studio B is the one near the recovery room, right?”