Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
But he’ll never know I feel that way because I don’t share stuff like that. Instead, I put on a pleasant smile and shrug. “I get it. You should concentrate on the play-offs. That’s a big deal, and I’m a big girl. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Lucas physically deflates in front of me, letting out a huge sigh of relief. “I’m so glad you understand. I know things are really new, but I figured you’d get my worries. It makes me feel better you know where I’m coming from.”
“Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way,” I say as I put the ice cream on my nightstand. And because I’m now feeling this deadline looming over me, I decide to make the best of what’s left. Turning toward Lucas, I pull the sheet off his lap and bring my hand to his cock, which is lying soft and settled against his leg. He groans when I wrap my hand around it, stroking it in short pulls until he starts to get hard.
I look up at him, then down pointedly to his thickening shaft. “I think you’re ready to go again.”
He merely grunts in pleasure as I give him a squeeze and smile to myself.
At least I have this right now.
Chapter 11
Lucas
I lean in toward the bathroom mirror, tilt my head left, then right, make an adjustment to a lock of hair that’s going in the wrong direction, and then I’m done. Ready to go over to Stephanie’s house for the evening.
What I’d really like to do is have her over here for a change, but that’s difficult with this being a small house and having a roommate. We get a little loud.
It’s also difficult because despite that first night we were together in my house after I learned about the pregnancy, she’s put off any suggestion of hooking up here. I think it’s just another way to keep some distance between us, sort of like she doesn’t want to get comfortable in my space.
That’s all just supposition, though, because she and I haven’t talked very much in the last four days. I’ve been on a road trip where we actually clinched first place in our division, meaning we get home-ice advantage when the play-offs start next week.
And next week…it’s on, big time.
I turn away from the mirror and walk across the hall to my bedroom to grab my keys and wallet, wondering how tonight will go. Stephanie extended the invite to me when I texted her we were back from the trip, and I was a little bit surprised, because the communication was lacking over the four nights I was gone. I’d text her each morning to ask how she was, and she’d respond with a few lines, but nothing more. She didn’t reach out to me at all, even when we won our games, and I know she was watching them because she’s a big hockey fan. This hasn’t been setting well with me and I have to wonder if she’s getting tired of the friends-with-benefits gig we got going on or even perhaps it has too many strings involved.
Regardless of the reason for her pulling away this week, I’m going to get to the bottom of it. She and I are heading into stressful times for both of us, and what we have is as about as solid as melting ice over a lake. I can’t have my relationship with her fucking my head up during play-offs. She can’t afford to be stressed out during the pregnancy.
I head into the kitchen, intent on snagging a bottle of water from the fridge for the ride downtown to Stephy’s house. There’s a knock at our door and my gaze cuts over to Van, who’s lying on the couch watching the news. His eyes come to mine and we engage in a staring contest.
Finally I ask, “Are you going to get the door?”
“Why me?” he replies lazily.
“Um…because you’re closer to it,” I suggest dryly.
With a huff, he rolls off the couch and lumbers to the door. I’m a big dude and Van is bigger than me. He’s also an enforcer on our team and he likes to fight.
Like a lot.
I wouldn’t want to meet a pissed-off Van in a dark alley.
Or a lit alley for that matter.
He has a lot of rage and aggression that fuels him when he fights, which makes him quite a formidable opponent.
Van opens the door without even looking through the peephole and I’m surprised to see Simone standing on the stoop with her luggage.
“Something you’re not telling me?” Van mutters with a sweep of his hand toward Simone.
“That’s my sister,” I say with an eye roll, and walk toward them. My eyes go to her and I note she’s staring at Van, and what the fuck, she’s looking at him like she could eat him up.