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 can,” I snap. “I just don’t like to fly.”
“Okay, okay,” he says, holding his other hand up in surrender. “No need to get your panties in a twist.”
“How can I get my panties in a twist when you won’t give them back?” I hiss under my breath. Miller smirks back at me and gently pats his pocket where my black lace thong currently resides. “Jerk,” I mutter.
The plane takes its sweet time landing, and when we finally make it into the airport, we find it filled with press and fans, everyone calling out, desperate for the attention of their favorite Dragon. I know I might be slightly biased, but I swear I hear Miller’s name being called far more often than the rest of the boys. Though I can’t blame the fans for their obsession. Miller Cain truly is a star.
After getting through security and surviving the masses, we finally make it to the hotel. The boys are given a good half an hour to get changed into their suits for the first press conference. I watch as Miller strips off and gets himself suited up, and man does he look good.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he scolds as he pulls on his suit jacket.
“I can’t help it,” I say, continuing to mentally undress him.
He walks over to me with that cocky, signature smirk and runs his fingers down my body, starting at my shoulder and trailing down my waist, sending shivers over my skin. My body reacts to his touch and he doesn’t miss a thing. “Fuck, baby. I wish I had time to give you what you need right now,” he murmurs into my ear.
“I know you do,” I say, reaching forward and palming his hard cock through his pants.
“Don’t get me started on something I can’t finish,” he warns, taking both my shoulders in his hands and stepping out of my reach. “I have to go.”
“I know, Captain,” I sulk. “You’ll be great. I’m going to go down to Sophie’s room to watch you guys on TV and order room service.”
“Okay,” he grins. “Don’t wait up for me, though. I’ll probably be late.”
“K,” I smile, stepping back into his arms. “Just be prepared. Someone, whether it’s today or in three days, is going to ask about Mia.”
“I know,” he says, letting out a shaky breath. “But it’s going to be okay. I’m ready.”
I look up into his eyes and realize he is. Wanting to send him off in the right way, I reach up onto my tippy-toes and give him a deep kiss. “Go get ’em, Tiger,” I mock.
“You’re such a smart ass,” he laughs as he grabs his phone and wallet off the table and slides them into his pocket. He walks with me down to Sophie and Tank’s room, and as I slip inside, Tank comes out. Sophie and I watch in awe as our sexy boys strut back down the hallway, looking as handsome as ever in their team suits.
We make ourselves comfortable on the couch as we check out the competition on ESPN while ordering room service. The other teams look pretty good, but we know they have nothing on our boys. But maybe that’s just my ego talking. For them to have made it this far in the competition means they’re really fucking good, and these next few games are going to challenge my boys like never before. But they’re ready. They can handle this.
An hour later, the Dragons are introduced, and my man’s face appears on the screen with his ranking and stats. I squeal out as he smirks at the camera and mouths, “Love you, baby.” Pride surges through me, and I must admit, I tear up just a little.
Next up is Tank, who holds up his hands to make a heart and gives the camera a sexy smirk while Sophie screams out that she’s so horny for him. The rest of the team follows, and eventually, the full team sits behind the longest table I’ve ever seen, each with their own microphone and little nameplate.
It doesn’t take long for the press to jump straight into their questions, starting with Coach Harris and then moving on to the boys. All the regular questions are thrown around.
“How did you prepare?”
“Do you think you’re ready?”
“What has your training been like?”
Blah, blah, blah.
Before I know it, they start to get personal, and a wave of nerves settles in the pit of my stomach. The boys are asked about the fundraising event with the calendar and the auction, which managed to get national attention. Miller pipes up and answers these questions, making sure to mention Sophie and me in the process. He then goes on to tell them about donating the proceeds to the Denver Youth Hockey Program.
On and on it goes, question after question until a small brunette stands up and makes herself known. “Hi there, my question is for Miller Cain,” she announces. There’s a slight pause as the camera pans back to Miller, and he indicates for her to go on with her question. “Hi, Miller,” she starts. “I don’t mean to be insensitive. However, it’s well known that your younger sister, Mia Cain, has recently passed in a tragic accident. What we would like to know is, how is this going to impact your performance tomorrow?”