Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Okay?”
“Okay,” she affirmed. “But…this is still just casual, right? I mean…we’re both giving each other something the other wants, and it’s mutually beneficial to us, and—”
“Easy, Stephy,” I said with a chuckle. “I’m not really asking you to go steady. Just that I want the sex to be exclusive.”
And even as I said that, that wasn’t quite right either. I wanted to learn more about her. I wanted her to make me laugh—which she does quite easily—and well, fuck, I want to be around her more than just when I’m balls deep. I feel at ease around her because what we do in the bed is so fucking intimate, the way we push each other. I just want…a little something extra.
I got the promise back from her that this would be exclusive and she even confided in me that she actually doesn’t have a lot of hookups, but she normally wouldn’t pass up an interesting opportunity either. It relieved me as much as it pissed me off to think about her hooking up with anyone either before or after me, but in the end she said she really liked what we had and was more than happy it being just the two of us.
Now I’m lying on my hotel bed in my boxers, waiting for Van to get in. He went out after our victory over the Washington Breakers while I elected to stay in the room. I was, after all, in a monogamous relationship now and I didn’t need the temptations.
I snicker to myself because there’s no way I could get tempted. I can only think about Stephy and how wild and uninhibited we are with each other.
Pulling myself up higher on the bed to rest against the headboard, I dial her on my phone. She answers on the second ring. “Well, hello, Mr. Hot Hockey Dude.”
I laugh as I cross an arm over my stomach, resting my other elbow on it to hold the phone to my ear. I bring my legs up, planting my feet on the mattress and stare in dismay toward my dick, which started getting hard the second I heard her voice. I try to ignore it because I have no clue how late Van is staying out and don’t want to be jerking off when he walks in.
“Are you missing me yet?” I ask her.
“I am,” she says, and her voice is so sultry my dick starts to swell even more. It’s all over when she says, “So I’m going to bust out my vibrator in a little bit and take care of that.”
“Jesus, Stephy,” I grumble as I bolt up off the bed and walk to the window to look out. The glass is cold and I lean my forehead against it. “Van could walk in at any time and I cannot be sporting wood or jerking off.”
She laughs in delight and apologizes. “My bad. Let’s talk about something else to get that hard-on to go away. What do you think about those videos that people post popping these big puss-filled boils on their bodies?”
I shudder hard and my dick deflates. “That worked.”
“I hate them too.” She laughs. “Why anyone would watch that is beyond me.”
“There is no one who gets my dick harder,” I tell her dryly. “But you also have amazing capacity to kill it deader than a doornail.”
Stephy laughs again, and I smile as I pull my forehead away from the window. “Did you watch the game?”
“Fishing for compliments?” she throws back at me.
“Well, duh.”
And fuck…she giggles into the phone and I can almost envision her twirling her hair around her finger. That is so not Stephanie, but it’s adorably cute.
“You played really good, Luc,” she says softly…and is that with pride in her voice?
Surely not.
“So you’re a big hockey fan?” I ask her.
“I wasn’t until I moved to North Carolina, but I was able to score some cheap tickets when I was in college and I was completely hooked. I’m not going to lie to you, though, my jersey is an Alex Crossman jersey.”
“Now that’s just cruel,” I mutter, even though I know she’s also teasing me. I make a mental note to get her one of my jerseys, then make a second note to have her wear it around me with nothing on underneath it.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” and once again, her voice is sexy silky and I actually ache with wanting her. But before my body can react accordingly, the key card at the door clicks and I know Van is back.
“Listen,” I say into the phone as I turn to see Van walking in. “I’ve got to go…Van’s back, but we’ll be flying to Raleigh late Saturday night. Do you have plans for Sunday?”
“Not really.”
“You do now,” I tell her as Van gives me a nod toward the phone with raised eyebrows. I hold a finger up to him.