Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
"Tell me what you're hiding," I growl against her ear as I press two fingers inside of her. The wet squelch of her cunt is sweeter than any music. So are her cries of ecstasy.
She writhes against me, babbling incoherently as I keep her pinned to the wall, fucking her with my fingers. My lips run down her neck, my dick against her ass.
"Tell me, Emilia. What are you so afraid of?"
"Losing this!" she cries, surrendering to me.
I press my lips to her throat, breathing her in. "You think I'm going anywhere, baby girl?" I grind my thumb against her clit. "You think anyone can stop this? Hell no."
"Nash," she whimpers.
"Come," I demand, giving her exactly what she's pleading for…exactly what we both want.
She throws her head back, her pussy clamping around my fingers as she shatters apart. My name rolls from her lips in a decadent moan that has my balls throbbing. Fuck. There's no better sound than her. There's no better sight than her. There's nothing better than her, period.
She falls limp against me, plastered to the wall.
"Nash, I–"
The doorbell rings cutting her off.
She immediately tenses in my arms, whipping her head toward the bedroom door. There's absolutely no mistaking the look of fear that crosses her face.
Motherfucker.
She's genuinely afraid for Coach to find out about us. I may be a lot of things, but capable of hurting her isn't one of them. If she isn't ready for this…I can't force her into it. I'd rather back off for now and have pieces of her than push her into something and end up with none of her.
I'm not giving up, though. Fuck that noise. There isn't any hiding what we are together. I'll give her this reprieve. But after that? All bets are off.
I press a soft kiss to her throat, slowly withdrawing my fingers from her body. "Get dressed," I murmur. "I'll slip out the back."
"Really?"
"Yeah." I tip her chin up, kissing her hard and deep before I step away. "But this isn't over. Don't think it is."
The overwhelming gratitude in her eyes damn near brings me to my knees. This fucking girl… Jesus Christ, she's going to own me exactly like she said she wanted.
And I'm going to let her do it.
"Whatley."
I glance up from lacing my skates to see Archer dropping onto the bench beside me, his expression somber. Fuck my life. I've only been on the team for a season, and I already know that look on sight.
He wants to talk.
"You got a minute?" he says right on cue, shaking his gloves off.
"Yep," I sigh, leaning back against the boards behind me. I look out at the ice to see Coach standing on the far side of the practice arena, reaming Logan and Diego for fucking around on the ice. "If you're here to tell me to keep my hands off Emilia…"
Archer glances at me, genuine surprise in his eyes. "Is that what you think?"
"Saw the way you were looking at us when we left the bar," I mutter. "Figured we'd be having this conversation sooner or later."
He chuckles quietly, shaking his head. "You don't know me nearly as well as you think you do, Whatley. I don't give a fuck what the two of you do. It's your business. I'm just here to do my job as Captain and tell you to be careful." He nods at Coach. "There's a reason he guards info about her so closely. That girl is the center of his world. If things go badly between the two of you, it'll be you who suffers. And if you suffer, we all suffer."
I grit my teeth, resisting the instinctive urge to tell him to fuck off with his warnings and advice. It's not him I'm irritated with anyway. He's just doing what a good captain should do—looking out for his team. I'm not in the right headspace to think about shit ending badly between me and Emilia right now. Not after last night. Not after this morning.
All I've thought about since I climbed out her bedroom window was that look on her face and the way she said she was afraid of losing this, as if it's a foregone conclusion that it'll happen. Is that what she thinks? Clearly, it's what Archer thinks. That Coach will find out, and I'll be forced to choose between her and the team.
Like a good little team player, I'm supposed to choose the team. I'm supposed to choose hockey. That's what I've always done. Choose hockey, put it above everything else. Never let anyone close so I never had to split my focus. Except for after my parents were killed, I've always been all in on this sport.
It doesn't feel right this time. Emilia is in my head in a major way, shifting my priorities in a way that's foreign to me. Now that I've had her, I'm not letting her go. Not for Coach, not for the team, not for any goddamn reason. I'm all in on her, even knowing what I'm risking.