Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“That,” I needily groan. “I want that whenever I’m over at your place or you’re over at mine and clothes have to be worn.”
“What did I say about more than three rules?”
“It’s an amendment to number three.”
Giggles are unfortunately bulldozed by banging on the door. “Snowman!” Cap’s voice has her eyes instantly widening in surprise. “We leave in five!”
Damn.
We truly do not have time to do anything about the wood she’s made me grow.
Not even a blowie.
Hell, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even jerk it fast enough to get back to Texas on an empty load.
The disappointment drives a boyish pleading to leave my lips right above a whisper, “Show me your tits one more time.”
Arden stops reaching for her device cleaning kit to toss me a scolding stare. “Tanner.”
“What?” My shoulders innocently bounce. “It’s a long flight home.”
“Okay!”
“Really?!”
“No.” She snatches the objects off the counter. “I’m not gonna show you a little t simply because you asked.”
Half-hearted pouting gets her giggling again.
“However, you did do something unprompted and unconventionally sweet and uncharacteristically thoughtful-”
“There were a few too many un words in that compliment.”
“-so for that…” my Slayer – fuck, I can hardly believe I get to actually say that – abruptly lifts the edge of her sweatshirt to flash me the pair of brown beauties I can’t wait to get my mitts back on, “you should be rewarded.”
“Modanohearmenow, I cannot wait to have those in my mouth again.”
Two more pounds are delivered to the room blockade. “Four!”
Cap’s unnecessary counting results in her dropping her hoodie back down, spinning on her heels, and hastily collecting the few other scattered items she has.
Quickly getting dressed isn’t a difficult task for either of us.
And neither is getting past our team leader’s scrutinizing stares over the surprise reveal we were forced to have a slumber party due to the hotel’s fuckery.
Fuckery that I am inclined to leave them a stellar review regarding considering the consequence of their actions gave me the dub I’ve been dreaming about since last season.
On the team plane, Arden doesn’t hesitate to drop down in the seat next to me or to shove her work phone in front of my sleep deprived face. “Bloodyhell, Hoss. Any closer to my complexion and you’ll be able to count the number of scratches I have from last night’s game.”
To be honest, the scratches are from her.
Just like the bruises she’s hiding with the collar of her hoodie are from me.
“I’m sitting here because I have the worst job in the world,” she announces in a familiar fashion, “like cutting rugby fields with safety scissors would be better-”
“That’s not a thing.”
“-but since that position got filled before I could apply-”
“That’s not a real thing.”
“-I’m here, asking you, who – other than me – do you like to sit beside when you fly?”
“That’s easy.” I remove my blanket from my travel bag. “Cap or Hedgie.”
“Fuckyoubro,” Wahl pipes up from the seat in front of us. “Why them? Why not me?”
“Cap reads-”
“Silently,” Eeyore declares during the adjusting of himself in his seat.
“Hedgie sleeps-”
“Easier when you plugs aren’t chirping so goddamn loud.”
“While you,” my chin kicks in his direction, “snack on your local city leftovers-”
“Frybread tacos are even better when you may be a little hungover.”
“-and unleash stomach churning scents you unknowingly smuggled in your clothing.”
“Is that you?!” squeaks Arden in tandem with shutting off the camera. “Are you the one that smells like patchouli and prayers?”
“Prayers don’t smell,” Wahl murmurs between sniffs of his sweatshirt. “And in my defense-”
“Always a good start for a d-man.”
“-I didn’t know we were going to a strip club. I didn’t even know Utah could have strip clubs.”
“Good information to remember if you’re ever on Celebrity Jeopardy,” chimes Potato.
“Yeah no, I don’t think it is,” Peck lightly laughs.
Conversations curve elsewhere allowing me to quietly offer the edge of my blanket to the woman at my side, “Care to share?”
She casually nods, and I drape the material over her lap.
Smile when she smiles.
Smile wider when she scoots closer.
Lets her leg rest next to mine in the unseen back corner of the plane.
Retrieving my half-done crossword puzzle occurs next; however, rather than insist I put it in the middle for both of us to better view, she uses the distance as an excuse to lean over.
Brush her tit against my arm.
Allow me to cleverly caress her nipple with the non-pen holding thumb.
I watch her eyes struggle to not become hooded while suggesting answers I could not give a fuck less about.
Not when she’s silently panting.
Or mouthing my name.
Or pretending to tuck her hand in her hoodie to hiddenly rub my cock instead.
“F…” is all that comes out courtesy of Arden clearing her throat to mask my groan.
The sound inspires me to steal a quick glimpse of our surroundings.
Note who’s asleep.
Who isn’t.
Who can possibly see us.