Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I watch as his stick shoots forward, sending the puck sliding across the ice. It travels straight through the center and right between the goalie’s legs. The buzzer sounds, followed by the sound of the crowd, yet Miller doesn’t stop. He loops around the back of the nets and straight for me. I prepare as quickly as I can for the idiot as he leaps into the air and slams his chest into mine, tackling me to the ice.
“You can’t say I don’t still have it, fucker,” he laughs as the rest of the boys pile on top of us.
“Just you wait. The game’s still new,” I say, trying to shove the moron off me. “I’ll step off this ice with twice as many goals as you.”
“Is that a challenge?” he asks with an excited twinkle in his eye as the guys start climbing off us.
I get to my feet and pull the dickhead up with me. “Fuck, yeah, it is,” I grin.
By the end of the game, I’m proud to say that I whipped Miller’s ass. Well, I didn’t double his goals, but I sure as fuck beat him. Either way, we were on fire. Hell, the whole fucking team was.
The second we get the media off our heels, we head into the locker room, and as expected, we’ve just started dropping our gear when that sexy as fuck voice is heard from the doorway. “Cover up, boys. I’m coming in.”
My wife barrels through the door and runs straight for me. She throws herself into the air, and I catch her around the waist. She doesn’t waste a single second before her lips are crushing down on mine.
“I swear that woman has a radar for half-naked men,” I hear one of the guys mutter.
Sophie pulls back and turns toward the voice. “Correction. I have a radar for when my husband is getting naked. The fact that the rest of you guys are doing the same is just a bonus for me.”
“Ugh,” Miller grunts. “Please don’t tell me I’m included in that bonus?”
“Sure are, hot stuff,” she winks.
Miller scrunches up his face as he turns away from us and walks into the showers. “Don’t tease him like that,” I scold her.
“I thought you liked it when I was a bad girl,” she grins.
“Fuck, babe. I gotta get you home. Give me two seconds to shower,” I tell her.
“Don’t even think about it,” she warns me in a low, sultry voice that tells me she’s dead serious. “I’m coming with you.”
I raise my eyebrow, knowing she doesn’t mind the audience as I desperately try to think over the consequences of screwing my woman in the showers. I mean, there’s one stall with a door. “Are you sure, babe?”
She licks her lips as her eyes become hooded. “I’ve never been so sure in my life,” she tells me “But make it fast. I need you now.”
Fuck me.
I don’t need any more convincing than that as I carry my wife into the bathroom and fuck her up against the cold tiles of the locker room showers.
Chapter 22
SOPHIE
What an amazing night. Watching my man dominate the ice and then dominate me in the locker room, wow. Since the day I met him, he has rocked my world in every possible way. Even six years later, he still manages to surprise me.
We pull up to our home and he practically jumps out of his truck and rushes around to my side. I open my door and he scoops me out of my chair before throwing me over his shoulder and spanking my ass.
I can’t help but giggle at this big goofball as I kick my legs and beg him to let me down. I mean, the guy is ginormous. If I were to fall, it would be a long way down. But on the other hand, there’s no way my man would ever let me fall.
He wraps his arm firmly around my body as he uses his other hand to fish his keys out of his pocket. While he’s distracted, I slip my hand down the back of his pants and grab a handful of muscled ass, wondering if we’ll actually make it to the bedroom.
As I wait for the door to open, my hand gets lower and lower and is dangerously close to somewhere that I know is going to earn me a damn spanking, but I can’t help but grin knowing how much he hates it.
He gets the door open, and I’m flying through the air until I find myself wrapped around his torso with my legs twined around his waist and my lips crushed to his. He kicks the door closed with his foot and walks us down the hallway.
We come into the clearing of the living room when his body stiffens and he rips me off him before throwing me to my feet and stepping protectively in front of me. “What the fuck?” I question as I try to move around him, only his arm shoots back, slamming painfully hard against my chest, caging me behind him.