Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Baby, look down at my couch,” I say of the beige couch that now has a big wet spot. “That right there says I did the best I could.”
“I see you aren’t up for the challenge then.”
“And what challenge is that?” I grip her ass in my hand.
“Fuck me so hard that I can’t talk after.” She bites my jaw.
“Challenge accepted,” I say, lifting her up and putting her over my shoulder with a swat to her ass. “Time to show you my bed,” I tell her as I grab the box of condoms and head down the hallway.
I pull into Victoria’s driveway and look over at her. “We leave after the game.”
“I know,” she replies, leaning over to kiss my neck. We spent the better part of Saturday and Sunday naked in my bed. And in the kitchen, and the living room, and the bathroom too. But my most favorite part of the weekend was just lying with her in my bed, with her head on my chest as we talked softly to each other. “And you come back Friday.”
“I’ll text you later and call you tomorrow.” I put my hand on her face and kiss her.
“Okay.” She reaches for the handle. “I would invite you in, but then you’d probably want to do me again since I’m a goddess and you can’t get enough of me.”
“I’ve been hard ever since you sat down in the seat, and I remembered you have no panties on.”
“Well, if you were any better at this relationship thing, you would have asked me to give you road head.”
“Baby,” I say softly, and I love the way her eyes flicker when I call her that, “I can barely focus on anything when you have your mouth on me. I don’t think it’s safe for me to be on the road.”
“Good fucking answer.” She points at me. “And again, you’ve proved my point that I’m amazing.”
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, and she just smiles at me, and that smile is fucking everything. Fucking. Everything. “Close the door before I’m tempted to forget all about what I need to do and just bury myself in you.”
“Well, that isn’t going to persuade me to close the door, Zane,” she huffs. “You have to make it so I want to do it. Me not doing it means you get to do me again, and I would like that very much.”
“Okay, close the door before I put you over my knee and play with you until you collapse.” She gasps.
“You did that yesterday, and that isn’t how this works,” she counters. “It’s ‘Close the door, my beautiful Victoria, divine goddess and ray of sunshine,’” she smiles at that, “‘or when I come home on Friday, you won’t get my dick.’”
“Is that what I’m supposed to say?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she huffs out and nods her head.
“Fine, Victoria, my beautiful goddess divine and the ray to my sunshine, close the door or else when I come home on Friday, I won’t give you a drop of my cum.”
She rolls her eyes. “So close. You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” I glare. “Bye,” she sings as she closes the door and gives me a finger wave as she turns and walks into her house.
I get to the plane at the same time as Cam is getting out and look over at him. “Hey,” I say and he just nods, “I didn’t see you at the Family Day thing.”
“Yeah,” he replies, “wife made other plans and booked a weekend away for us.” I just look at him.
“A lot of people had plans also, but they changed them to show a united front.”
“Oh well.” He shrugs, avoiding looking at me as he presses the lock button on his key fob. “Next time I guess.”
I ignore the need to tell him that he’s a fucking idiot, instead I walk onto the plane and take my seat, taking my phone out and looking down to see I already have a text from Victoria. I go into my contact and change her name to Beautiful Goddess before answering her.
Beautiful Goddess:
Have a safe flight. I put on panties.
I chuckle and message her back.
Me:
Then all is right with the world.
I look out at the ice when the whistle blows and then look up at the Jumbotron, where it shows there’s another four minutes to go in the third period, and we are tied.
I put my foot on the bench and look down as the puck drops in the neutral zone. Jaxon and Kirby, side by side, bring the puck up to make the play and the puck is intercepted.
The forward on the other team pushes the puck over the blue line and he has a bit more juice in his legs than Kirby and Jaxon do because he speeds past them, going on a breakaway. “Motherfucker,” I swear, watching him go with Kirby and Jaxon both behind him, when Jaxon does something I never thought he would do. He literally lunges off of his skates and sticks out his stick to slash at his legs, making him trip up. The whistle blows right away and the referee points to the middle of the ice, calling a penalty shot.