Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
That was fucking incredible.
The night’s not over yet, but it’s going to go down as the best one-night stand I’ve ever had in my life, and I seriously doubt it can be topped.
Chapter 2
Bishop
The expansion draft is quite the league spectacle. To ensure that the new kid on the block—and that would be the Arizona Vengeance—has equal footing, the team was allowed to choose one player from every team in the league. Conversely, each team in the league was allowed to give protection to seven forwards, three defensemen, and one goaltender.
I was one of the players the New York Vipers decided not to protect. It’s not that I wasn’t good enough. Quite the contrary, as I was a first-line right winger. I was left to float out there without any protection because I had one of the highest salaries. The Vipers felt by relieving the team of my salary, they could get some good rookie talent in the regular draft. The new crop of incoming players was exceptional.
I’d been with the Vipers for five of my ten years in the league. I was a valued member of the organization, at least by the fans. The ownership, not so much, since they willingly let me go knowing I’d be a top prospect. New York City had become my home, and five years is a long time to develop deep connections with some of your teammates. The only good thing was that Dax got picked up by the Vengeance as well, although that was a result of free agency.
While the Arizona Vengeance may be a new team with no cohesiveness, we can at least lay claim to having the best arena in the league. The brand-new venue cost a whopping $375 million, with another $100 million shopping complex built around it named Vengeance Town. It’s completely state of the art and all shiny new.
Although today is the first day of training camp, I was here yesterday for the grand tour of the complex as well as to get our team photos taken. Many arenas house the locker rooms and training facilities on the bottom floor. In contrast, the owners of this arena—some entertainment investment group—built an extra two floors on the top of the east and west sides of the building, all encased in glass and steel. As such, our workout room and family lounge area on the east side boasts phenomenal views of the Phoenix skyline, and the locker rooms on the west side are light and airy. I’ve been assured the glass is mirrored, so people can’t peep in with binoculars or cameras.
I’m early for our first team meeting of training camp, so I take my time to wander the halls and look at the hockey memorabilia on the walls or housed in glass cases along the way. I see a few of the new guys, some I know and others I don’t. Chin lifts and fist bumps are the greetings for now. I assume I’ll develop bonds with many of these guys, and some I won’t. There are assholes on every team.
Passing a few offices, I note the nameplates on the doors. Some of the Vengeance staff occupy these, and some are home to arena employees. There’s always some buffer between the players and the front office, but over time I’ll get to know many of them as well.
I stroll past a set of offices, most with the doors closed, but the ones that are open I boldly look in. I’m mostly ignored, but others look up and give me a friendly smile.
I come to one office where I get a flash of beautiful bare legs propped up on a credenza against the wall. The owner of said legs is shielded by a high-backed leather chair. She can’t see me, so I shamelessly ogle. Just as I’m almost past the opened doorway, the legs come down and the chair spins to face me.
My entire body locks tight when I see Brooke staring right back at me on the other side of her desk. Her eyes are wide and blinking furiously with shock.
Flashes of Brooke riding my cock last night and of me shoving my finger in her ass assault me so swiftly my cock starts to thicken in my pants. I want to reach down and rub a quick one off I’m so ridiculously horny.
Like a fucking teenager.
I would have thought after the hand job I’d just given myself in my shower not an hour ago would keep my dick slightly mollified, but when you’ve had the best one-night stand of your entire life ending less than twelve hours ago, apparently not.
There’s no thinking.
Only reacting.
I step inside her office and shut the heavy wooden door behind me, noting that there’s no plaque like the others. I vaguely recall Brooke saying something last night about being a recent transplant here and that she worked in event planning.