Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“I haven’t asked her yet.”
“I ordered her a jersey,” Dad says, and my lips curve.
“Thanks, Dad. Let me go get her to bed. It’s been a long day.”
I don’t tell them that I haven’t been able to tuck her in yet and I really want to. I don’t know why that excites me, but it does. As I head toward the stairs, I walk past my bag, but I flash my mom and Anya a look.
“I’m putting my daughter to bed. I’ll still be ignoring you both tomorrow.”
Mom glares. “We are your mothers. We deserve answers.”
“Things are complicated. Let us figure it out.”
“That girl needs her mommy and daddy,” Anya persists, and I nod.
“And she’ll have us.”
That pleases them, but I don’t care. I roll my eyes as I walk up the stairs, trying not to jostle Arwen too much as I hit the landing. The hallway that leads to my room, and now Audrina’s and Arwen’s, is decorated how the suite is. Full of hockey memories through my mom’s eyes. I pass by my room and head right for the one Arwen will be in. The bedroom is rather large, with a white four-poster bed on a pedestal in the middle of the space. The Bluey plush I got her is propped up on the pillows. The bed is a king-size, with a huge headboard featuring baby angels flying around carved into the wood. It also has brand-new pink bedding that I know my mom just fixed up. I saw the packaging in the garage as I came in. A white dresser is along the wall across from her bed, and by the empty boxes on top of it, I’m sure it’s now full of all of Arwen’s clothes.
Mom and Anya were busy.
I roll my eyes. Those women… As great of moms as they are, they’re terrible gossips and fucking dramatic. God, I love them. A small smile pulls at my lips as I take Arwen to her bed. I pull back the bedding, laying her in the middle, before I cover her and place the little Bluey plush in her hands. She clutches it before rolling over to her side and sighing deeply. My heart clenches in my chest. I pull the blankets up to her chin and then rub her back.
Wow, that felt so damn good.
I glance over to where I hear the shower running.
Then I notice the door to the bathroom is cracked.
I have no reason to go in there other than for my own desires.
That wouldn’t go over well with Audrina.
I lean in, kissing Arwen’s head, and then position pillows around her to make a barrier for her. I know Audrina will come in here later, but I don’t want an accident to happen in the meantime. I could stay here until she gets here, but I’ll die for sure if she comes out in nothing but a towel. I walk toward the French doors that lead to the balcony to make sure they’re locked. Not only are they locked, but someone moved a large chair in front of them.
I head to the door, hearing the shower still running. But that’s not all I hear.
I hear a buzzing.
And then a sexy little moan.
I grip the door molding, leaning in closer to make sure I’m hearing what I think I’m hearing.
When I hear her murmur, “Yes. Oh, yes.” I squeeze the molding while I grind my back molars. My body instantly goes tight, heat firing up in my gut as I close my eyes, imagining her getting off with her vibrator. Would she have her leg up? Is she bent over? Is she lying on the bottom of the shower, legs wide as water falls on her?
Fucking hell, I want to see her so bad.
I want to make her come.
Why couldn’t my bathroom be attached to her room!
She inhales sharply, and then I hear a wet slap, like her hand connecting with the tile, before she’s gasping. My jaw drops, and my cock is so hard it’s painful. I’m leaking in my pants, and I can’t come up with one excuse for why I could go in there. When I hear the buzzing shut off, I lift my hand and knock.
She lets out a little sound of distress, but I ignore it. “Hey, I just laid Arwen down.”
Her voice is ragged. Fuck, she’s come-drunk. I’m so jealous it wasn’t me who made her sound like that. “Oh, okay. I’m done. I’m getting out,” she says, her voice rising with each word.
“Okay. I’m going to bed,” I say, leaning my head on the door, praying she asks me to stay.
“Okay. Goodnight.”
I want to slam my head into the door. “I have a workout, practice, and a meeting tomorrow. So, I won’t see you in the morning.”
“Okay,” she says, her voice closer to the door. She pulls it open, and she’s not in a towel but a large, fluffy robe. My mouth goes dry at the thought of her naked under there. Her eyes hold mine as my cock throbs in my pants. If she looks at it, I’m attacking. Her face is a beautiful pink, her pupils blown out from her orgasm. Her bottom lip is all swollen from where I’m sure she was biting it to keep from screaming. Her hair is up in a towel, her neck on full display and begging for me to suck on it.