Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Her pleasure, her happiness, her heart. I want it all.
I want her in every way another human can want someone.
And she wants me too.
That’s all I could ever ask for.
“Fuck,” I groan as her thighs clench around me, her gasps coming in short bursts as she bucks against me harder, crying out my name as she unravels above me.
I come with her, blacking out for a few seconds as I spill into her, my body convulsing as I hold her tight.
Our breathing slows, and she’s smiling, kissing my lips, my jaw, and back again. Slowly, we disconnect, and I hurry into the bathroom, grabbing a cloth and coming back to clean her up. She lets me, and I swear I’m on cloud fucking nine at her letting me take care of her.
We slide under the sheets, Reese taking up her spot on my chest as we settle into a post-bliss night. I run my fingers through her hair as she looks up at me. There aren’t any words, just pure contentment as we hold each other.
And for the first time in months, I fall asleep knowing I don’t have to worry about faking it any longer.
CHAPTER 16
REESE
I made sure to stay after the home game today against the Golden Knights for just long enough to catch Nash and give him a congratulatory hug before having to dash home and catch up on some work.
I hate having to hurry back to my apartment after such an amazing win, but I have to check on a few of my sister’s socials before I double-check the analytics on the latest video I posted on the Badgers’ page.
Filling up my water, I take my cup back to my small working desk tucked into the corner of my bedroom and open up my laptop. I do my best to hydrate while going through my sister’s socials, making a few tweaks to a couple of the SEO keywords on her website before switching my brain to Badgers mode.
My latest edit focuses on Daniel Marentrade, a vet on the Badgers who’s looking to capitalize off some attention. He’s a nice guy, attractive, married, and a hell of a player. He was super fun to work with, and I especially loved getting some good shots of him and his wife who he happens to be head over heels in love with. They have the kind of relationship that gives everyone around them relationship goals.
I check the analytics on his spotlight edits, a string of seven videos I’ve created, having posted the third one just this morning. The first two got over a million views each, but today’s is off the charts with a whopping seven million. It’s close to surpassing mine and Nash’s first video, which is pinned to the page and currently sitting at twelve million views.
The engagement for Daniel’s video today is huge, with over sixty thousand comments. I take a deep breath before opening them, knowing I can’t possibly read them all but can skim enough to get a general vibe of the overall response to the edit.
Are all hockey players this hot? Where has this sport been all my life?
I would kill to have someone look at me the way he does his wife.
Anyone else have this team’s warmup routine on repeat or is it just me because DAMN.
Okay, not too bad so far. Pretty tame. I keep scrolling.
I would let this man Badger me any day of the week. Nights too.
Especially the nights!
He’s married.
Who gives a shit? Let me catch him outside at an away game.
I would ride him just like he skates, hard and fast.
Jesus. Those are getting a little more intense. Sexual comments are to be expected when we’re throwing thirst traps in their faces every day, but some of these are toeing the line of inappropriate.
I sit back in my chair, chewing on my bottom lip as I continue to scroll. After a few hours of reading, it’s clear there are more sexual comments than appreciative ones, and a small panic takes up residence in my chest.
Scooping up my phone, I dial Monroe.
“Hey, Reese,” she says by way of answer.
“Hey, Monroe,” I say.
“Oh shit, what is it?”
I sigh. “You can tell just like that?”
“Yep. Who do I need to kill?”
I laugh. “The internet?”
“Oh, tall order, but we can get to work on it.”
“Thanks,” I say. “Did you see the edit I did for Daniel this morning?”
“Yeah, I loved it. He’s such a sweetheart doting on his wife.”
“I thought that was the vibe too, but after scrolling through the comments for a few hours, I’m worried I’ve done something bad.”
“I never read the comments,” she says. “They make my brain itch. What’s the gist of it?”
“There are way more sexually intense comments than normal. Nothing too R-rated yet, but heading that direction. And yes, we always get some sexual comments because the edits feature a hell of a lot of thirst traps. Nash’s videos get more than anyone’s and it doesn’t bother me, but I don’t know, this feels different. Or like it’s on the verge of being different.”