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)
Miller smiles back at the woman. “I was wondering how long it would take for Mia’s name to be mentioned,” he smiles fondly. “She always used to bug me about giving her a shout-out at one of these. It’s a shame that it’s under such awful circumstances. But as for my performance? Mia always had faith in me that I could do anything I put my mind to, including taking out the championship. When I get on that ice tomorrow, I’m skating for her. So, no. My performance is not something I’m concerned about. If anything, I know I’ll be skating my absolute best.”
Holy crap. That’s my man.
I wipe tears from my eyes as pride surges through me, and for the second time in twenty minutes, I realize that every word he has just said is as true as it could possibly be. Tomorrow he isn’t skating for himself or his team. He’s doing this for his sister, which is how I know the opposing team won’t stand a chance. Miller will come out on top, even if it kills him.
A few hours later, I’m fast asleep in bed when I feel a familiar warm body crawl in beside me and scoop me up. “You did amazing. I’m so proud of you,” I murmur in my sleepy haze.
“Thanks, baby,” he says, planting a soft kiss on my temple. “Go back to sleep. We have a huge day tomorrow.”
Chapter 26
Miller
Just as I promised to the nosey bitch of a reporter, I kicked ass and skated every moment of the semi-finals with Mia in mind. It was a hard game, one of the hardest I’ve ever played. But I kept on and, in the end, we won it for Mia.
The boys all stopped me in the locker room before heading out to let me know that they were all skating for Mia too. It nearly brought me to my knees seeing how the boys had turned into men over the space of the season. I couldn’t have been prouder of them.
I thanked them all and got out on that ice, and as a team, we pushed our way right through to the final, where we’ll be skating for the championship. We just happen to be up against the LA team that beat us last year, but I won’t let that happen again. Not on my watch. These boys have worked too hard to let it slip through our fingers once again.
We celebrate in the locker room with a quick speech from Coach Harris before getting back into our suits to head out for the after-game reporters.
Following our duties and strict instructions from Coach Harris, Tank and I find our girls and head back to the hotel. “Coach isn’t letting us leave the hotel tonight, so I was hoping you’d join me for dinner in the hotel restaurant?” I ask Dani as we step into the elevator.
“My, oh, my. Miller Cain, are you asking me out on a date?” she says in a flirty tone, one that makes me want to bend her over the hotel bar and fuck it out of her system.
“And if I am?” I smirk, willing my cock not to harden in front of our current company. I’ll never be able to live that down.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she says, stepping out of my arms. “I have a boyfriend back home, and I’m not too sure how he would feel about me accepting a date with a superstar.”
“What’s your boyfriend going to say if he found out the superstar is going to be feasting between his woman’s legs tonight?”
Her eyes widen and she gasps as her face goes bright red. “I can’t believe you just said that out loud,” she scolds.
“Is this an open invitation?” Sophie asks from beside us.
“What?” Dani screeches as Tank looks over at her with curiosity.
“Ahh, what?” I ask.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” Sophie scolds. “I meant the restaurant, not the feasting between my best friend’s legs. But just putting it out there, I’m down for an orgy gang bang if you guys wanted to find a few of the boys. Maybe Jaxon and Bobby?”
I look down at Dani as Tank shakes his head, more than used to his girl’s kinky quirks. “What do you think, babe?” I ask Dani.
She gapes up at me. “About dinner or the orgy gang bang?”
“Dinner,” I laugh.
“Why not?” she says, visibly relieved. “It’s a hockey trip though. You should be with your team as much as possible. After all, you’re graduating soon, and this is the last college semi-final you’ll ever be a part of. You may as well make it count.”
“Alright then. I’ll see if a few of the boys want to join us,” I tell her.
“Make sure you invite Coach Harris. I don’t want him to feel left out.”