Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Then I think about how content and happy Posey is. How my parents have been married for years and still love each other with their whole hearts. I don’t know. I’m torn—or better yet, no one has come along to change my mind.
Or she has, and she just told me to drown myself.
I chuckle to myself as I continue to get dressed. Once I put on my black practice jersey since that’s the color the prospects wear, I grab my gloves and head to the ice. I may be one of the last to the locker room, but I’m always first on the ice. I grab my sticks before heading to the bench to line them up behind me and to make sure my tape is good on my blades. When I’m okay with everything, I rush out onto the ice before digging in and skating hard around the rink. I do this three times before penguin-diving onto the ice, sliding to where I want to stretch. I go up on all fours, and when I look up, I see Austen in the stands.
She sits with Shelli, and I notice she has showered. Her hair is down, wet, loose along her shoulders, and she wears a tee and leggings. Her legs are crossed, her sneaker bouncing as she taps her Apple Pencil against her lips, her iPad lying on her leg. I don’t know if she knows I know she is watching me, but something inside me just has to mess with her. I don’t know why, but I’ve got to.
I rise up on my arms, my gloves holding me up as I press my hips into the ice. I slide myself up and down the ice as I would move inside her. I lift my ass and rock up and down, really pushing my hips forward. I know it looks like I am humping the ice, and I know this is my regular stretch, but today, I am accentuating the motions. I lick my lips before biting the lower one as I dig my hips into the ice. I kick my legs behind me before dropping to my forearms, pressing my hips into the ice as I slide up and down. For the stretch, of course.
And maybe to drive Austen crazy.
“Damn, someone video Stal and put him on OnlyFans,” Flynn jokes as he skates by, and I send him a wide grin.
When I look up, I find her watching me, her lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling. And that face? It’s flushed, crimson all over. Even her neck is dark with color. From here, I can see that her eyes aren’t light honey anymore. Nope, they’re like nuggets of gold.
She looks just as she did when she was reading about fang-sucking oral sex.
Fully pleased with myself, I hop up and start to skate.
Completely ignoring the hard-on in my girdle.
fifteen
Austen
Hours later, I can still see Dimitri basically humping the ice. I’ve seen him stretch like that before, but it was nothing like it was today. The way his hips pressed into the ice and how he moved himself along it as if he were moving along a woman rather than the ice… His eyes were dark, and I swear he was doing it on purpose just to mess with me. He had to be. But the real question is, why did I like it? Probably the same reason I liked when his arms caught me before I fell off the treadmill. His touch seared my skin. I want to kill him. I do. But I haven’t. Instead, I keep playing every interaction over and over again in my head. I don’t want to, or even entertain his antics, but it’s so hard because, oh my God, he is so frustrating.
Hot.
Arrogant.
Sexy.
Downright pain in my ass.
“I don’t want to wear a dress,” I complain, when really, I want to complain about how Dimitri is making me crazy. I flip through the racks aggressively, and I can feel my sisters’ gazes on me.
“Austen, you never want to wear a dress—which is so annoying ’cause you have the best ass out of all of us,” Eliza tells me, and Louisa nods.
“Plus, you can’t show up in a business suit.” I go to protest, but Eliza throws up her hand at me. “We are bringing a new hockey team to Tennessee. Do you really want people to think you have no fashion sense?”
I actually don’t care a lick about what people think, but I know everyone from the organization will be dressed to the nines. My sisters are very free with their fashion. Eliza is the shortest out of everyone, and with her long dark hair and wide hazel eyes, she is a walking secret. You never know what you’re going to get with her. She has a short torso, so of course she looks adorable in her green crop top and jean shorts. Her long hair is up in a tight bun, and she’s even wearing makeup today, which makes me feel as if she got all dressed up for me. Though, I doubt it.