Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
EPILOGUE
CASSIE
We’re at the Frozen Four in New York as the final buzzer sounds, and I’m already on my feet, screaming his name and cheering for the boys. Pride bursts through my chest, unable to tear my gaze away from my man, who’s just led his team to become the two-time, undefeated, National Champions.
The mighty Dragons skate around the ice like a bunch of animals, and it’s not long before each and every one of them has lost their sticks and helmets and pile on top of each other to celebrate.
Bobby breaks free from the pile and is at the barrier in the blink of an eye, and Brianna cracks up beside me as she watches her twin brother grab their coach, mid-interview, and throw him over his shoulder. He takes Coach toward the pile of champions and launches the old man on top, probably fracturing a few bones in the process, but Coach Harris doesn’t seem to mind. Hell, he celebrates right along with them.
Jax somehow gets free from the bottom of the pile and races toward the edge, looking up at the crowd to find me, and the second his gaze locks on mine, a wide grin rips across both our faces. I circle my hands around my mouth and scream out, “I love you!”
He presses his fingers to his lips and raises his hand back to me. “Love you,” he mouths before a mischievous sparkle hits his blue eyes. He moves into the center of the ice and turns to face the audience directly before holding both his hands up to the sky. The crowd roars for him as he takes his final bow for the season.
“God, that kid is a show-off,” Carter says from the seat behind me as Sean scoffs in agreement.
“Where do you think he gets it?” I ask, turning around to give Carter a pointed stare.
“Whatever,” Carter scoffs as he grabs Brianna from the row in front and drags her up over her seat and into his lap, making sure to jostle and kick me as much as humanly possible in the process.
I turn my attention back to Jax and watch as a reporter with ESPN waves him down, and he skates over to give the after-game interview.
“Come on,” Logan says. “He’s going to be a while. We’ll meet him back at the hotel.”
I go along with the boys, only because Jax had said exactly the same thing before the game and insisted that I don’t wait around. I know for a fact he’ll call me from the locker room, which makes it a little easier to leave.
Two hours later I stand in the hotel bathroom, putting on mascara and contemplating how strange it feels to be back in New York. Without warning, Jax flies through the door looking as sexy as ever in his official team suit. He bypasses the bathroom as he looks for me, then backtracks to find me in a slim black dress and the highest black strappy heels I could find.
Jax stands silently at the door of the bathroom, mentally undressing me. “Don’t even think about it,” I warn. “It took way too long to get ready.”
Ignoring me, he licks his lips and slides his suit jacket down his arms, letting it fall in a heap at his feet. My gaze follows the movements as his hand reaches for his tie, giving it a tug before raising it over his head.
His eyes flame with hunger as he unbuttons his shirt, and I press my thighs together, trying to relieve the throbbing ache between my legs. He steps toward me, and my bottom lip disappears between my teeth as a shiver sails over my skin.
Jax’s hand moves to his belt, and with a quick flick, it’s discarded on the floor as I start to pant like a needy whore, desperate for his touch.
He takes one more step, and he’s finally here, reaching for the hem of my dress and bunching it between his skilled fingers. He lifts it up over my head, leaving me in nothing but my black heels and lace lingerie, just the way he likes it.
His gaze travels over my body, groaning with need, which only makes me crave him that much more. Seeing the hunger in my eyes, Jax’s fingers curl around the lace of my black thong, ripping it off my body as I gasp, so ready for him.
He unzips his pants and pulls himself free before grabbing my ass and lifting me. My legs twine around his waist as he slams my back into the glass wall of the shower, and before I even get a chance to scream his name, his thick cock is buried deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I moan, the undeniable pleasure rocking through me as he stretches me wide.
He fucks me hard and fast, the two of us barely able to catch our breath. It’s animalistic, filled with intense need, and as he rubs my clit I come hard on his cock, my pussy shattering around him. He comes with me, his fingers digging into my hips, and goddamn, they’re going to leave a bruise. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.