Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I drop a kiss on the top of her blonde head. The floral scent of her hair teases my senses and turns me on like nothing else. “You ready to get out of here, baby girl?”
She looks up at me, the corners of her mouth lifting in a soft smile, and nods. “Yeah, let’s go.”
My grip tightens around her hand as I lead her through the crowd, away from the chaos of the bar, and into the night. The only thing I have on my mind is getting Ava alone and showing her exactly how much she means to me.
And I’ll do it with my mouth.
My hands.
And my cock.
Exactly the way she likes it.
Epilogue
Ava
It’s hard to believe almost a year has passed since I started working with Nadia Petrovic. To say that it’s been grueling would be an understatement. She demands perfection every second I’m on the ice. What can’t be denied is that I’ve become a better skater with her coaching. The long hours, the sweat, the exhaustion—it’s all been worth it. I didn’t realize how much I missed the thrill of competition until I was back in it. Every jump, every spin, every glide across the ice feels like I’ve found a part of myself that I’d long forgotten.
The hardest part is being separated from Hayes.
He’s playing for Nashville now, and the NHL season runs for nearly eight months, sometimes longer if the team makes it to the playoffs. If I’d been secretly worried that a long-distance relationship might be the end of us, the opposite has turned out to be true. When we’re able to arrange our schedules and fly to the same city, it’s always explosive between us. We can’t keep our hands off each other and end up spending most of our time in bed. There’s no other place I’d rather be than wrapped up in his arms. Our connection has only flourished, deepening over the past year.
When we’re together, nothing else in the world exists.
I’ll see him again in two weeks at a competition, but right now, I miss him so much, it hurts.
I grab my laptop and open it, settling on the queen-sized bed in my apartment. Anticipation hums through my veins as I stare at the dark computer screen, waiting for him to start a private show just for me.
It’s become our thing, a way to bridge the distance when we can’t be in the same city. One of my favorite things is to watch him get off on camera. I love the way he runs his hands down his chiseled chest and over his defined abs, each movement causing his muscles to flex and ripple. I can’t stop from touching myself, imagining his hands are the ones bringing me pleasure as I watch him fist his thick erection with precision and control. What we’ve found together is raw and intimate, a part of our relationship that we’ve grown into, where we can explore our needs without judgment.
Hayes indulges me in ways I never thought possible, turning all my fantasies into reality.
With him, I feel free.
And safe.
I grow impatient as the screen remains blank. With a frown, I scoop up my phone and call him. He answers on the second ring.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I click a few more keys, only wanting to see his gorgeous face.
“Hold on, babe.” His voice crackles through the line. “I’m having some technical difficulties on my end. Just give me a second or two to work through the kinks.”
A few more minutes slip by, and still nothing. I sigh as disappointment creeps in at the edges. Today was rough. Nadia had me practicing one part of my new routine over and over until it was perfect.
My legs ache, and my body feels like it’s been through a war. The thought of seeing Hayes tonight, even if it’s just through a screen, was what got me through it all.
But now…
It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.
My head snaps up when there’s a knock on the apartment door. “Someone’s here,” I mutter with a frown.
“Expecting company?”
“Not that I know of.”
“I’ll wait while you go check who it is,” he says as I slide off the bed and pad barefoot to the door.
With a twist of the handle, I pull it open. A gasp catches in my throat, and my heart stutters before beating into overdrive. Standing on the other side of the threshold is Hayes. A smile lights up his face.
My eyes widen, and before I can even think, I launch myself at him with a small squeal of happiness. He catches me easily, his strong arms banding around me as I bury my face against his neck and inhale his masculine scent.
God, I’ve missed it so much.
I’ve missed him so much.
A heavy wave of emotion crashes over me.