Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Really? You think I should go?”
“Fuck no,” I laugh, and I feel her gaze on my face. “Why would you go to a wedding of a person who has put in your head that you don’t deserve a man because of your weight, when she’s marrying the dude she told you to settle for. Like, come on.”
“That’s what I said!”
“But,” I say, trying to be the voice of reason, “if you did, to please your mom or be the bigger person—”
“Man, screw being the bigger person. I should slash their tires for this, especially with them wanting me to stand up for them.”
“You’re not wrong,” I agree, and she throws a grin my way. “But I’d go with you, decked out in an orange suit. To the wedding and/or the slashing of the tires.”
She sighs. “My ride-or-die.”
“Damn right,” I agree, covering her thigh with my palm. “Have you talked to Josie?”
“No. I have her blocked.”
Man, don’t cross this girl. “Okay, so you’re done, done with her.”
“Yeah,” she says, taking a deep breath as I pull into my parking space at the practice arena. “I refuse not to be loved the way I deserve. Not anymore.”
I squeeze her thigh, and she looks over at me. “I love you.”
Her eyes burn with mine as she threads our fingers together. “I love you.” I almost kiss her, but then her face scrunches up. “What in the ever-loving hell is he doing here?”
I whip my gaze to where she’s looking, to find Troy getting out of his car. He has a brace on his nose, which I know makes me a dick for laughing at him, but that dude is a tittybaby. I go to get out of the car to find out what he is doing, but her hand comes to my chest, stopping me.
“Don’t.”
“I was just going to stand there and see if he ran into my fist again,” I tell her, and she scoffs.
“Let it be,” she urges me just as she looks down at her phone. “Oh, he texted me. He’s going to meet me here to go over scans with the players, and then we have a meeting with his uncle.” I grumble, and she sets me with a look. “I told you I had to work with him.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“How you feel about Audrina is how I feel about him. One big-ass mistake that I unfortunately have to work with.”
God, she’s incredible. I capture her jaw, and I hope to God he is watching us as I take her mouth with mine, and she parts those lips instantly for me. Our tongues play, her hands coming up to cup my jaw as I drink from her lips, unable to get enough. We’re both panting once we part, and her eyes burn with desire. “You’re evil.”
“You’re mine,” I tell her, and she kisses my nose.
“Not gonna argue with that, ’cause it’s true,” she says, throwing her door open as I do. I try not to let the fact that he is here piss me off, but it’s hard when I hate the guy. She’s right, though. Just as Audrina means nothing to me, I know that bench-rider means nothing to her. We gather her things, and I help her inside. We head into the conference room where she is going to be meeting with everyone, and I set her bags on the table. Buttface sits at the table on his phone, trying to avoid eye contact, which only makes me think less of him.
“Go,” she mutters to me.
I take her hand then and kiss her palm. “I love you, Tennessee.”
Her cheeks warm as she pulls me to her, pressing her lips to mine. She gives me a sweet kiss, and then, against my lips, she says, “Text me when you’re done.”
“I will.”
“I love you.” I kiss her top lip and then her nose.
I pull away from her and wink before SirJackOff meets my gaze. “Nice nose brace.”
He only glares as I walk out of the room, chuckling. I chance a look back to find Tennessee shaking her head, but that grin still sits on those lips.
The lips that belong to me.
I sit on the bench, downing a bottle of Gatorade as our third and fourth lines do the drills the first and second just did. Owen sits beside me, gasping for breath between sucking down his own Gatorade.
“I should have slept today instead of doing Angie all morning.”
I almost choke on a mouthful from my second bottle. “You lie,” I accuse once I swallow.
“I know. But God, I’m drained.”
“I hear you,” I agree, and we tap our bottles together before we both take long pulls. Out of the tunnel comes Sawyer, all fresh-faced and not the least bit sweaty. “Missed the hard shit.”
He snaps his fingers before he puts on his gloves. “Oh darn. Instead of looking like you two, I was getting help with my speed. Did you know I turn my knee in when I skate?”