Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“Ah, fucking hell.” Hollis’s breaths come fast and hard. “Sweet dreams, Princess.”
“Wait, what—”
He ends the call.
I’m still panting. My fingers are still inside me. My clit is still pinging.
I use voice-to-text to message him.
Aurora
Did you come?
It takes a minute before he responds.
Hollis
No.
Aurora
Why did you hang up then?
No response. It’s not a surprise. I put on my brat hat and send two more before I leave him alone.
Aurora
Try not to be too hard on my scrunchie. Or yourself.
Sweet wet dreams.
CHAPTER 21
HOLLIS
It’s Hemi’s birthday, and the entire team is out celebrating. Management took us to dinner so Tally could be part of the festivities, but now we’re at a club so the rest of the girls can get their dance on. Aurora looks like temptation personified tonight. Her dress is killing me. Fucking killing me. So is the incessant boner I’ve had since she floated through the door, looking like the sexiest fairy princess I’ve ever seen. Her gauzy pale blue gown skims the floor. The bodice is intricate with lace and beading, and based on the thin straps I could snap with my fingers, she’s braless. There’s a slit up the right side, showing off her creamy, athletic thigh. That I’ve had my hands on, that has straddled my lap while I rubbed her cotton-covered pussy all over my cock.
As if her being fully clothed somehow made what I did less of a betrayal.
And now I can’t get the other night out of my head. Can’t erase the memory of her soft whimpers and deep moans, of the wet sounds, of my name on her lips when she came.
I thought I was fucked after the kiss. Then I thought I was even more fucked after the dry fuck. But the phone sex. God, the fucking phone sex.
“You all right, man? You seem a little out of it tonight. Pain levels okay?” Roman asks, like the good friend he is.
“Doing okay.” My knee aches, but not unmanageably. I’m used to the stiffness when I first walk, to the familiar ache that fades after a couple of minutes. With four hours of physical therapy a day, regular massages, chiropractic, osteopathy, and a lot of time in the pool, my range of motion is returning. Does it mean I’ll be able to get back on the ice anytime soon? Who knows.
“Something else eating at you then?” Roman presses.
I dry fucked your daughter while you were away and then had phone sex with her three nights ago and can’t stop thinking about how much I’d like to do it again. But not over the phone.
She hasn’t messaged me since, and it’s eating me alive. She seems to be handling this a hell of a lot better than I am. I don’t know what to say, and it feels like every conversation digs my hole deeper. But I don’t want to climb out of it. “Just preoccupied is all.”
“Fingers crossed you’ll get the all-clear in time for playoffs.” He claps me on the shoulder.
A woman recognizes us and invites me to the dance floor, but I politely decline.
“Why’d you turn her down? She seemed…fun.”
“I’m not really looking for fun.” The only woman I want, I shouldn’t have.
“Does that mean you changed your mind about a certain starlet?” He’s clearly on a fishing expedition.
Of course that’s what he thinks. “No, my feelings on that haven’t changed.” She’s texted a few times since I saw her. Once she suggested I visit her on set. Roman was around when I got that message and has been pushing me to give her another shot. He has no idea that I am obsessed with his daughter and already have my hands full. I’m definitely vying for the shittiest best friend of the year award.
“You worried about the gala?” Roman asks.
“Why would I be worried about the gala?” I’ve participated in the auction enough times to know what to expect. Although I feel conflicted about it this year. Usually, these dates end up being with someone’s grandmother, or a couple who just want to talk hockey. The way Flip’s date ended last year is an exception, and not the rule.
He gives me a look. “Didn’t you read the email from Hemi? She sent it this morning.”
“Uh, no. Why?” I had physical therapy this morning, followed by a barrage of other appointments, all meant to help me heal.
“Scarlet and a bunch of her castmates are attending.”
My grip tightens on my scotch. I needed something stronger than beer tonight, with Aurora looking like temptation personified. “I didn’t realize.” That is not ideal at all. I don’t want Aurora and Scarlet in the same room together, and now that’s unavoidable.
I look over at the dance floor, where Aurora and the rest of the girls are. They’re all dressed like princesses. Aurora must already know about Scarlet coming to the gala. Maybe that’s why she’s been quiet this week. I don’t know how to define what’s going on with Aurora. But I do know it’s getting harder to stay away. She’s breaking me, little by little, without even trying.