Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
The security guard eyed me as if he found me suspicious, but like most people, he didn’t have the nerve to question me. I was dressed nicely. I even made it through the metal detector with no problem. I would have been a lot happier to have brought my gun inside with me, or at least a good-sized knife, but I could do a hell of a lot of damage with my bare hands.
I sat as close as I could. I wanted Zeke to see me and know I wasn’t listening to his protests.
Practice was already going when I arrived. I’d waited long enough to ensure Zeke would be out on the ice. I settled into my seat and leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees as I watched him kneel on the ice, ass up in the air, pumping his hips to stretch his thighs. The position was obscene, and I hated that everyone else got to see him like that. But no one else would be there when I got to see him do it naked while riding my cock.
He shifted into a straddle position and pulsed his legs, opening them really fucking wide. That would be so useful.
Dammit. Now I was sitting there with a hard-on. I had to look at my phone and think about some boring accounting work my father wanted me to do. Hell, thinking about my father was enough to make my cock forget how much it wanted Zeke. Pops couldn’t find out about us, at least not for a while.
You should tell Val.
He would just tell me to back off, and I wasn’t going to.
He’s your brother. You’ve always told him everything.
I’m not ready to talk about Zeke.
He already knows you’re obsessed with him. You know Devil and Angelo told him all about it.
Everyone in this fucking family tells everyone’s business. Sometimes it would be nice to just be on my own without everyone looking over my shoulder.
Zeke hadn’t seen me yet. I enjoyed watching him when he didn’t know I was there. His focus was so intense. He threw himself fully into what he did, just like when he’d jerked off, and I was sure he’d be the same way in bed with me. I was going to love trying everything we could think of to do to each other.
Finally, as he skated off the ice for a water break, Zeke noticed me. He scowled and turned away quickly. This time, he looked angry rather than afraid, despite learning who I really was. He had to know on some level that I wasn’t going to hurt him. I was here to protect him. He’d opened up to me, let me know his secrets. I was sure the team had no idea how much trouble he was in.
I already had people investigating the situation in Vegas. No way in hell was I going to let any assholes from there get their hands on him. What was the chance Pops wouldn’t catch wind of my investigation? My brother had tried to outmaneuver him a few months ago, but Pops had been on top of it the entire time. Did I really think I was any better at keeping secrets?
I had learned a few things from Val. I wasn’t using anyone special or anyone connected with the family for the investigation. Only friends of friends, and they were looking quietly.
Maybe I’d get away with it.
I smiled at Zeke, and he turned away.
He played beautifully the rest of practice except for one play where he looked right at me and sent the puck flying off wildly. I loved the effect I had on him, but I couldn’t keep this game between us going too much longer or he would get in trouble with his coach. I wanted him off guard around me, but I wasn’t going to interfere with his career. He’d worked damn hard to get to the NHL. Sure, he’d made some fuckups along the way, who of us hadn’t? He deserved to be a star.
After practice ended, he wouldn’t look my way. He hurried toward the locker room, but I had no intention of letting him get away. We needed to have another talk. He was going to take my family’s money and clear his debt. We’d work out whatever terms he needed, but I wouldn’t let him remain in danger.
I wove through the crowd to the hallway where the team was slowly making their way to the locker room. “Zeke!”
He glanced my way, eyes wide. “You can’t be back here.”
“Come talk to me.”
One of the guys on the team whistled, and I gave him a glare that silenced him immediately. He might be a big, strong hockey player, but when I let my scary side show, only fools kept pushing me.
Another guy, Johnson, slapped Zeke on the back and pointed toward me.