Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Just as I raise my hand for a second time, the front door swings open, and Bridger Sanderson stares back at me from the other side of the threshold.
A chin lift accompanies his greeting. “Hey.”
I glance past him, hoping to spot Hayes inside. “Hi.”
With a tilt of his head, he narrows his eyes. “Aren’t you Coach’s daughter?”
I blink, thrown off by the question. “Um, yeah. Ava.”
“Right.” He doesn’t move from where he’s planted in front of the door. “So… what brings you to the hockey house, Ava?” Extra emphasis is placed on my name.
I shift my weight, feeling the uncomfortable heat of embarrassment creep into my cheeks. “Is Hayes here?” As casual as I’m trying to sound, a thin waver threads its way through my voice.
Bridger crosses his arms over his chest as his brows shoot up. “You’re here to see Hayes?”
It would be impossible to miss the surprise in his voice.
“Yeah. Is he here or not?” For the first time, it makes me question the impulsive decision to stop by unannounced.
He gives me a long, considering look before stepping aside. “He’s hanging out in his room. Go on up. Second door on the left.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he’s alone, but I can’t force the words past my lips. Once the idea pops into my brain, it’s impossible to shake loose.
I jerk my head in a tight nod before slipping past him, grateful he doesn’t ask any further questions, but his parting words stop me in my tracks.
“Coach wouldn’t like you hanging out here.”
My spine stiffens before I turn back to meet his brooding gaze. “Then you should probably do us both a favor and keep that info to yourself.”
He presses his lips into a tight line and glares before turning toward the living room without another word.
With my heart lodged in my throat, I hurry up the stairs. Each step has more doubt creeping in at the edges. After the closeness we’ve shared, finding him with another girl would be devastating. By the time I reach the second-floor landing, I’m positive that’s exactly what will happen.
What the hell had I been thinking getting involved with Hayes Van Doren?
Maybe he’s turned out to have more depth than I expected, but does that really matter when he’s a known player?
As I swing a left at the top of the stairs, my gaze lands on his door as it looms in front of me. My hand hovers in the air, but I can’t bring myself to knock and discover the truth.
That I’ve been played.
I lean in, pressing my ear against the thick wood.
Not a sound can be heard from inside.
No voices.
No laughter.
Just silence.
I chew my lower lip before wrapping my fingers around the knob and turning it. The door creaks as I cautiously push it open. It’s entirely possible that my heart is lodged somewhere in the middle of my throat.
The sight that greets me has my eyes widening and air stalling in my lungs.
Hayes is alone, lying naked on the bed.
The terror and concern from seconds ago melt away as my greedy gaze rakes over the length of him.
The man really does have a spectacular body.
His eyes are closed, and earbuds are shoved in his ears. Even if I’d knocked, he probably wouldn’t have heard me. One of his brawny arms is tucked behind his head while his other hand grips his erection. His palm slides along the thick shaft. It takes a handful of seconds to realize that a laptop is on the chair near his bed and angled toward his torso.
Wait a minute…
Is he jerking off on camera?
My hand rises to my mouth as my eyes stay locked on the scene playing out in front of me.
I couldn’t yank them away even if I tried.
Footsteps on the staircase catch my attention, and I slip farther inside the room before quietly closing the door. My spine hits the wall as I stand perfectly still, afraid to move a muscle.
When he arches, I realize how close to coming he is, and arousal explodes deep inside me.
His grip tightens, and a groan falls from his lips as the first spurts of cum erupt from the tip of his cock and land on his lower belly. My core shudders as my panties flood with heat. My mind tumbles back to the other morning when I’d taken him in my mouth. Memories of what he’d tasted like whip through me, and the urge to lick up all the pearly white fluid prods me into movement.
Before I can act on my impulse, his muscles loosen, and his eyelids flutter open. My heartbeat stalls as his heavy-lidded gaze slices to mine.
He freezes, and the energy in the room turns charged.
28
Hayes
I blink.
It’s tempting to rub my eyes until the image of Ava dissolves, because there’s no damn way she’s standing in my room, staring at me in shock.