Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I know, I just really wanted to use that line,” she says, all too proud of herself. “Besides, maybe Miller is the exception.”
“You’re such a dork,” I say, doing my best to ignore her comments. But what if he is the exception?
Sophie falls to her hands and knees and crawls along the carpet like some kind of wildcat until she’s bowling me over. “You love me,” she says, then jumps to her feet, pulling me along. “Now, you’ve got me drunk so let’s go party.”
I laugh and shake my head, but the bitch has a good point. We’re already drunk so we might as well have a good night.
“Jared?” I holler down the hallway.
“What do you bitches want now?”
Sophie grins wide. “You up for a night of getting fucked up?”
He’s out in the living room in seconds. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Alright guys, where’s Mr. January?” I ask as I make my way into the guys’ locker room to find them all topless, rubbed down in baby oil, and giving me very unimpressed glares. “Hey, don’t look at me that way,” I scold. “You guys are the idiots who agreed to do this shit in the first place,” I laugh, taking way too much satisfaction out of this.
My gaze lands on Miller, and I take in his impressive body. His jeans ride dangerously low on his hips, making it quite obvious that he’s going commando. Which reminds me, the asshole still holds my thong captive.
His broad shoulders and hard chest put on the perfect show, and my eyes lower down his body, leading me to his sculpted abs, narrow waist, and mouth-watering V. Then there are the arms, and God they look good, but they feel even better wrapped around my body.
Miller’s eyes dance as he watches me take him in, knowing the effect he has on me. I push my thoughts aside and do my best to get back on track.
Bobby grumbles something inappropriate as he gets up from the bench, reminding me that he’s Mr. January. I run over to his bag, grab his skates and hockey stick, then rush out of the room. Bobby dawdles behind me, and I don’t miss the scowl Miller shoots in his direction.
Sophie smirks when she sees us enter our little makeshift studio and begins fiddling with the lighting.
“Alright, Bobby,” I tell him. “Lose the pants.”
He groans but does as he’s told, making sure to keep a hand covering his junk at all times. I grab his skates and tie the laces together at the ends before slinging them over his shoulder, positioning it just right, so his skate covers his junk.
“Ah, perfect,” I smile, grabbing his stick and laying it across his shoulders. He reaches up and casually loops his arms over either end of the stick and begins working his body.
“You’re a pro at this,” Sophie says as I get to work, clicking away on the camera. “If the whole hockey thing doesn’t work out, you should go into modeling.” He groans at her ongoing commentary, but there’s no denying how much he loves the attention.
I move on to the next guy, then the next. All of them are equally embarrassed but secretly thrilled to be here. “Jaxon, you’re up,” I shout through the open door.
Two seconds later, he strolls out looking as confident as ever. “Where do you want me, babe?” he asks, flexing his pecs.
Ugh.
“Follow me,” I grumble, leading him into the weight room in the ice rink. I turn away from him to adjust the setting on my camera. “Okay,” I say, turning back to find him smirking at me with hooded eyes, butt naked, with a massive erection pointing right at me. “Woah, what the hell, Jax?” I screech, spinning away and holding a hand to my eyes to try and block out the image.
“Sorry, babe. I’m covered in baby oil and naked in a room with a hot chick. What did you expect?” he asks, taking a step toward me.
“Hold it right there, buddy,” I demand, holding both my hands up to stop his advance. “Go and get yourself sorted out.”
I hurry out of the room, not looking back to see where Jaxon goes, and head back down to the locker room, not shying away from walking straight in this time.
“Hey,” Aaron calls out, spotting me launch myself through the door as he comes out of the showers. “How do I get this slimy shit off me? It won’t go away.”
I laugh and shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. That’s a question for Sophie. Go find her,” I tell him as I make my way over to Miller.
“That was fast,” he comments, noticing how quickly I finished up with Jaxon.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “He had a little trouble controlling himself.”
Miller’s face darkens, and I see the anger in his eyes. “Did he try anything on you?”