Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
“They’re putting Julian in,” Axel told me as he pointed to where the coaches were talking to Julian. Julian slid his helmet on and nodded his head at the coaches. I anxiously bounced my knee. “Easy, sweet girl,” Axel soothed as he placed his hand on my knee. “Julian is still an excellent fucking quarterback. Just wait and see.”
Axel was right.
The crowd was going fucking insane for him as he quickly helped the score on the board drastically go up. The Patriots were wiping the ground with the other team. I was screaming so loudly that my voice was going hoarse. I knew my throat would hurt like a bitch in the morning, but it was worth it.
It was the last five seconds of the game. “He’s going to run it,” Axel said as he held my hand in his.
“What?” I asked.
Sure enough, Julian got the ball and took off running for the endzone, his foot crossing the line right as the buzzer went off. I screamed his name and jumped up and down, my blanket long forgotten. He turned to face where Axel and I were at in the crowd, and as the camera focused in on him, he pressed two fingers to his lips and then raised them to me with a wink.
I blushed. Axel wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me back against him. “Come on, sweet girl. He’ll meet us at the hotel room when he can finally get out of here. ESPN and every other sports channel is going to be hounding him with questions.”
I grabbed the blanket and laced my fingers in Axel’s, letting him pull me down the steps. Once we got to the car, he leaned over and kissed me. “You did so good today, sweet girl. Proud of you.”
I blushed. “The propranolol helped.” Dr. Gresham had changed my anxiety medication to propranolol since I’d had quite a few anxiety attacks while on clonazepam. The propranolol worked significantly better for me.
Axel shook his head. “You didn’t panic, sweet girl, not even the slightest. You’re growing, healing.”
“You guys make me feel strong,” I told him with a shrug.
Axel squeezed my thigh as he pulled out of our parking spot. “Stop trying to put your strength on other people and things, Meghan. You’re strong. Accept your strength, sweet girl.”
39
Axel
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As soon as I shut the hotel room door behind us, Meghan basically jumped on me, her lips meeting mine. I released a low growl as I gripped her thick thighs and lifted her, allowing her to wrap herself around me. She slid her fingers through my hair, perfectly angling her head for me to deepen the kiss while I carried her towards the king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
“Sure you don’t want to wait on Julian?” I asked her when I laid her on her back on the mattress.
She shook her head. “Please,” she begged, her needy, mossy green eyes locking on mine.
I yanked my hoodie over my head and kneeled before her on the bed. She watched my hands as I unzipped her jacket and slid it from beneath her, tossing it to the floor. Then, I easily stripped her out of her clothes until she was completely bare before me on the bed.
I ran my eyes over her, taking in her curves. I loved the way she looked now—preferred it over when she was toned, honestly. She had curves, real curves that drove a man like me fucking wild.
“Axel,” she whined.
I moved over her and palmed one of her breasts, letting my lips meet hers. She moaned beneath me, her hands sliding under my shirt, her soft palms rubbing over my abs. My muscles quivered beneath her touch.
This woman had so much power over me, and she didn’t even realize it.
Her innocence drove me fucking wild.
I trailed my lips over her jaw and down her neck, nipping and sucking lightly at the spots I knew drove her crazy with need. “Axel, I need this off,” she breathlessly complained, tugging at my shirt.
I leaned up and pulled my shirt over my head. I watched the way her eyes darkened even further as she ran her eyes over my shirtless body. “God, why are you so perfect?” she whispered. I didn’t think she had meant to say it out loud, but it boosted my ego, nonetheless. I loved that she admired the way I looked.
I stood up from the bed, and she pouted in the fucking most adorable way. I flashed her a grin before I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans. Her lips parted slightly, that needy look flashing in her beautiful eyes again.
She was so fucking beautiful, and she didn’t even realize it.
I kicked my shoes off, my eyes never leaving hers as I proceeded to pull my jeans down, letting her see that I had gone commando. She released a low moan. I moved back over her on the bed and took her lips in a sweet kiss.