Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I’m such a fucking idiot sometimes.
Shut your mouth, Landon. Jesus Christ, now is not the time for chitchat.
“I’m ignoring you now,” Harlow informs me, hips writhing, moving with my thrusts.
“You can’t ignore me.”
“You’re talking too much,” she moans at me. “Just fuck me, dear God, this isn’t teatime.”
Point taken.
Chapter 11
Harlow
I’m not exaggerating when I say that the sex was the
Best.
Sex.
Ever.
To be fair, we had only that one condom, and therefore could only bang once—and while it hadn’t lasted long, given we were both extremely turned on by the time he entered me, the short bit of time we were screwing?
Amazing.
“Oh my God,” I groan, stretching sleepily. “It’s been so long since I’ve had sex that I almost worried I’d forget to moan and start barking.”
Andy rolls toward me, facing me on the mattress, both of us now settled beneath the blankets, sated and snuggling. “I have no idea how I would have reacted if you’d actually done that.”
“I have a feeling you would have started barking too. Because you seem like a team player.” No man left behind and all that.
Ha!
He stops playing with my hair before continuing, rubbing it between his fingers the way a tired little boy would.
Andy yawns.
“I’m definitely a team player. And I think I just set a new personal best.”
“You are amazing.” My voice is barely audible as my eyes slide closed.
I wish this weren’t goodbye.
I wish we had more time together.
I wish . . .
. . . so many things were different. And that the timing of this were better. And that I had a bottomless piggy bank so I could hop on a jet next week and meet him in Seattle so I could see him again. I wish he had a bottomless piggy bank so he could do the same.
But things are what they are.
And so.
I drift off to sleep, Andy’s fingers reaching for mine in the dark, a smile on my lips.
Chapter 12
Andy
I sigh, eyelids cracking open to the morning light.
It’s ungodly early, but Harlow rose earlier to pee and throw open the curtains, before climbing back into bed with me to cuddle a bit, and we stayed like that until my alarm went off.
Time to jet.
Twenty minutes to get my shit together and get my ass down to the lobby.
“Car will be here soon.” I look down at the fancy digital watch circling my wrist. It’s sparkly and so fucking expensive and was a gift from the first team I signed for, after we made it to the playoffs. “I have to go.”
I haven’t been up to my own room since last night, and my things are still strewn all over my suite because I’m not exactly tidy when I travel. Occasionally I get stuck rooming with a teammate during away games, and occasionally he’ll be hyperorganized and keep me in line, but for the most part, if something gets dropped to the floor, it tends to stay there until it’s time to pack up and go.
Together, we shuffle to the door, Harlow then leaning against the doorjamb while we say our goodbyes. She smiles and wraps herself in a bathrobe emblazoned with the hotel logo.
So cute, even with a massive head of sex hair.
Her long brown hair is sticking up in a million different directions, and it makes me want to kiss her and fuck her all over again.
“So.” I level my tone so I sound cooler and more casual than I’m feeling. The truth is, I’m reluctant to leave. “Can I look you up the next time I’m in Green Bay?”
“Sure.” Harlow nods. “Yes.”
I stare at her like an idiot. “I’ll need your number.”
Can’t remember the last time I asked a woman for her number; normally they’re passed to me without an invitation.
“You’ll need my number?”
“Yeah—how am I supposed to get a hold of you without it? I might want to message you as soon as I get in the taxi.”
Her brows go up as if she doesn’t believe I have any real intention of getting in touch with her once I’m gone, but I do—why would I ask for her number if I didn’t?
With a smile she reaches for my phone, adds a contact, and enters her information; my eyes fasten to her hands and fingers as they tap away at my screen.
Delicate, petite hands that were all over my body last night.
“Here you go.” She grins at me, going up on tippy-toes to wrap her arms around my shoulders and embrace me in a hug, tits pressing against my chest.
“Thanks for the guided tour around New York.” Her lips gently press themselves on my neck, and maybe I’m imagining it, but I’m pretty sure she took a whiff.
“Thanks for being the perfect partner.”
She pulls away, stuffing her hands into the pockets of that white robe.
“Talk to you soon?”