Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“You were gone a while,” he says while I sit next to him.
“Well, that will happen when my fiancé’s ex-girlfriend corners me to let me know how much she liked you fucking her in your car.” I sip some water, putting up my hand before he says something else. “And while that thought is now in my head, I really fucking hope that it’s not the same car I drive in or else you better go and cancel that auction price because you are buying a new fucking car.”
“It’s not the same car,” he says, and I see the tick in his neck.
“Good. Now, I think it’s time to go.” I put my glass down. “You see, I also told her that you may have fucked her in the car, but I drove you crazy enough for you to fuck me by the car. And seeing as I don’t want to be known as a liar, we have to fuck against the car when we get home,” I tell him while I get up, reaching my hand out for him.
“I love you. You know that, right?” he asks, looking up at me. “And what we have is a million times better than what I had with her. She was something to pass the time. You are the reason I breathe.”
He stands up next to me while I open my clutch and take out something black, putting it in his pocket. He doesn’t ask me about it till we say goodbye to everyone and am walking to the front door. “What’s in my pocket?”
“Oh, those are my panties. I may have said that you ripped them off me, but thinking about that I really, really like that pair.” I shrug my shoulders. “Besides, I really love this dress, and I don’t want anything happening to it, so I skipped a step.” I look up at him, daring him to defy me.
“Get your ass in that car before I fuck you right here in the open.” He pushes me into the car that the valet had returned with. “Next time we get a limo.”
I smile at him before getting in. “That sounds like a great plan. But now I suggest you take me home because with all this sex talk I’m a little turned on.”
With that, he throws his head back and laughs. “Going to be the death of me, and I’m going to love every minute of it,” he says while pulling away from the curb, driving us home where he proceeds to fuck me by the car, twice. One with my dress on, the other with just the shoes on. Check fucking mate!
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cooper
I can’t believe the whole season is down to one game. This is it. Stanley Cup final. Game fucking seven.
Thank God, we are the home team. The arena is packed to the gills. I wish I could say it was easy getting here, but it hasn’t.
We’ve had our ups and downs. Our star goalie getting sidelined in January, he came back right before play-offs began.
The only thing going my way was my home life. Parker, Matthew, and Allison. Parker was always running around, and she never complained, not once. Well, maybe once, but it was just in passing. Matthew was making a name for himself, lots of scouts coming by each time he had a big game, and he never disappointed, pushing himself harder and harder to make himself better.
Now my girl Allison, she has gone through dance, gymnastics, cheer, figure skating, soccer, even fucking hockey, but nothing has caught her interest. Well, actually the wedding has kept her interest.
She wanted to be there for everything. So we let her. She actually has a really good eye. She hasn’t told me about Parker’s dress, but she did say that she is wearing a princess dress, and she got a pink crown.
It’s almost the start of the second period. Things are flying through my mind as I peel the tape off the blade of my stick. Skating out there with my boys tonight feels like a million bucks. But not as good as seeing my family there in their seats cheering me on. All of them wearing their Stone jersey, even Meghan and Tom.
I shake my head from the thoughts and focus on my boys. “One period down, boys, two more to go.” All of them look down, everyone else lost in their own thoughts. “We’ve got forty minutes left. Lots of ice time, lots of scoring chances. Let’s get on that ice and play hard,” I say, standing up and grabbing my helmet. “Let’s go, boys,” I say as I lead my team to the ice for the beginning of the second period. The score is still 0-0. No one has been lucky enough to touch the back of the net. Yet. I hope to change that. I have to change that.