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)
Steph lowers her torso, pushing her ass out more, and rears backward into my thrusts. I’ve never in my life gone this hard with a woman. Didn’t know I had it in me. Certainly never met a woman who had this in her.
Best. Hookup. Ever.
All of a sudden, Steph goes rigid, and for a moment I think I’ve hurt her, then I feel her pussy clamp hard on to my dick.
“God, yes, Luc. Yes, yes, yes.” And she explodes with a violent shudder that causes her to groan as her head falls forward.
I grip on to her hips more tightly, pick up the pace even more, and follow her over the edge with a roar of pleasure so intense it might be a religious experience.
Chapter 1
Lucas
FOUR WEEKS LATER…
“To Garrett and Lucas,” Alex yells as he lifts his beer into the air.
I grin, lifting my beer to Garrett, and several of my teammates all hoist as well. We’re celebrating our win tonight against the Denver Blue Devils, as it was a clutch game. We’ve been battling them neck and neck for the top divisional spot, and with the play-offs starting just a month away, this was a must-win game.
Garrett and I sealed it with less than a minute to go. I intercepted an errant pass, Garrett took off down the right side, and I fed it to him beautifully for the game-winning goal.
We’re celebrating at Hoolihan’s, a local sports bar where many of the Cold Fury players hang after a game. We didn’t have a spot like this when I played for the New Jersey Wildcats, but I find it super fucking cool. That’s because the fans who come here to mix and mingle with the players are super fucking cool. Sure, there are several puck bunnies looking to hook up, which is never a bad thing in my opinion. But the vast majority of the people are just super fans wanting to connect with the team they support.
I take a sip of my beer and almost choke when Max gives me a light punch in my stomach. As I’m coughing and wiping my mouth, he grins at me and says, “Glad to have you on this team, little brother.”
I give him a playful punch back. “Dream come true for us to play in the NHL together.”
“Going to be a better dream,” Max says soberly, “when we win the Stanley Cup together.”
“Amen,” I agree just as seriously. There is no joking around about the Stanley Cup. “Didn’t Jules want to come out with you tonight?”
Max gives me the stink eye. “You know we actually do things separate and apart from each other.”
I snicker. “Hardly. You two are attached at the hip.”
Because my brother Max is a romantic and believes deeply in happily ever afters, his smile goes soft at my reference. His voice, though, is teasing. “Come on, man. You’ve seen Jules. Why wouldn’t I want to be attached at the hip with her?”
My eyes sweep over the crowd as I try to see if there are any potentials in the crowd. Not to attach my hip to, but hip action definitely would be involved. I’m riding high on a victory that I helped to seal, and while Max may be about true love, I’m about orgasms.
Just before I turn to Max to explain the difference between us—which he actually already knows—my eyes catch on a mass of vibrant red hair attached to the head of a woman walking through the door.
“Holy fucking shit,” I mutter under my breath.
Apparently not low enough that Max doesn’t hear. “What?”
I shake my head as I watch Stephanie Frazier enter Hoolihan’s. “Just a blast from my recent past.”
A fucking amazing blast from my past.
It’s not that I’m against relationships, it’s just that I don’t want to be bothered by the complications at this point my life. Stephanie, however, made me consider the alternative, if even for a brief time. My night with her was practically transcendental, the absolute best sex I’ve ever had in my life. That alone had me interested in seeing her again, but the evening ended on an awkward note and it didn’t happen.
But seeing her here now, there’s absolutely no reason why we can’t chat, and if there’s still a spark, perhaps this celebration tonight has just gotten better for me.
“I see someone I know,” I tell Max as I push my beer into his hand to hold for me. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I start winding my way through the crowd, and at six five, I’m easily able to see Stephanie looking around as if she’s meeting someone.
Her gaze sweeps right by me, which is a little discouraging, but then her eyes snap back and lock with mine. And the minute we make that connection, my stomach completely bottoms out. Her face is tight with what looks to be an incredible amount of stress, and she does not appear happy to see me.