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)
“You would be wrong,” I inform him. “They have girls in their rooms all the time. They just don’t get caught.”
“Out of sight, out of mind,” he says, and I nod.
“Sweep that shit right under the rug,” I mumble as he kisses me one last time and walks out of the room. “You definitely didn’t think this through, at fucking all,” I scold myself as I put my jeans back on and then lie on the bed.
Turning the television on and finding something to watch, it’s about an hour and a half later when he comes back into the room. “Finally. It’s been eighty-four fucking years,” I hiss at him. “You know when you kidnap a person, it’s common decency to go and check on them occasionally. Call them, text them. Anything. Silence isn’t golden.” He tosses his key card on the long dresser that sits under the television, coming over to the other side of the bed and plopping down.
“How is it kidnapping when you came to my room of your own free will?” He rolls to me and pulls me in his arms. “Sorry it took so long,” he says softly, and I can tell from looking at his face that it didn’t go well.
My hand comes up to run through his hair, as I cock a leg over his hip. “Everything okay?” I ask him softly and he shakes his head.
“No,” he replies, pushing the hair back away from my face. “If I thought there was a divide before, there is one even bigger now. Knox is thinking that maybe some of the players are throwing these games and these plays so I can get fired.” His arm brings me closer to him.
“Do you think that maybe that’s true?” I ask him, putting my hand on his cheek.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t think so. It’s one thing to lose to get me fired, but then again, they are being blamed for it also. It’s like a catch twenty-two. Maybe they don’t care.” He takes a deep inhale. “Maybe it’s just too fucking much,” he admits, sounding defeated.
“It’s not too much,” I counter him. “So you fucked up.” His green eyes look almost brown. “You fucked up and you own it. It shows you’re human and that you love the game. You love your team.”
“Sadly, they aren’t thinking like that.” He sighs. “Maybe it’s not meant to be. Maybe it’s my coaching they don’t want.”
“Zane,” I say his name, “do you think you can do this job?”
“No,” he says, “I don’t, but I think that these guys have it in them to win and play a lot better than they are playing.”
“There, right there,” I put my hand on his cheek, “shows you believe in them. That you want them to win. Anyone else would be pointing fingers at the players and not at themselves. You can do this.”
He rolls me to my back now. “Thank you for showing up here and listening to me.” He smiles as he softly kisses my lips, the sting of his beard always a good feeling. He kisses my jaw. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I have no idea, but you struck the lottery with me,” I tease and he barks out with laughter and I put my hand on his mouth. “They’ll hear you.”
“I think this is a challenge for both of us. You have to keep quiet when I fuck you.” He tilts his head to the side and I smile.
“Challenge accepted,” I declare right before his tongue slides into my mouth. It really is a challenge but one I am absolutely up to.
Zane slides his jacket on and I watch him, sitting up in bed, lying against the pillows at my back, the sheet covering my naked body. “What are you going to do while I’m at the game?” he asks, pulling his cuffs out of the sleeves of his jacket.
“I was going to go to the hotel bar and pick up a stranger,” I retort, and his eyes go into slits as I try not to burst out laughing. “What? It worked before, didn’t it?” I hold up my hand, and he comes to sit at the side of the bed.
He puts his hand on top of me and leans in. “Seriously.”
“Well, when you leave here, text me when the bus is away from the hotel. I’ll sneak out of here and head to my room,” I tell him. “I have a flight tonight at seven.” He frowns. “You’ll be home tomorrow, and I’ll see you then.”
“Yeah, but you won’t be here tonight,” he pouts in a low voice.
“I think you can be a big boy and be brave.” I put my hand on his cheek and there is a knock at the door. “I’m also never, ever doing this again.” He smiles. “In my whole life,” I whisper, and he bends to give me a soft kiss.