Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
My grin widens, and I have to stop myself from going in there and claiming her, caveman style, right there for the world to see. Instead, I send her a wink and laugh as her eyes widen. Then before I get her in trouble on her first day of work, I step up into my truck and haul ass to training, suddenly with a shitload of newfound energy.
Chapter 8
XANDER
The crowd roars as the final buzzer sounds, declaring us the undefeated Kings of Denver once again. Coach Harris has a red face from the constant string of demands he’s roared throughout the game, and he claps each and every one of us on the back as we step off the ice.
“Fuck, yeah,” Shorty roars as we make our way into the privacy of our locker room. “That’s one way to guarantee some easy pussy tonight.”
We crack into laughter, each of us high on the adrenaline of yet another win. I know my dream is to be a fighter, but it still feels damn good to take out the competition.
I sit down on the bench to take off my skates when the boys strike up their usual after-game chatter. “Where are we heading tonight, boys?” Bobby asks as he pulls his jersey up over his head and carelessly throws it into his bag.
“I vote for Micky’s,” Shorty declares as he pulls a towel out of his locker, wiping over his face.
“Nah,” Jaxon grunts with a firm shake of his head. “Not Micky’s.”
I try to hold in a groan. I should have seen that coming. Some dickhead grabbed at his girl a few weeks ago, so it only makes sense that he wants to avoid the place. Honestly, I feel for the chick, but us avoiding Micky’s really fucking sucks for me.
“I know of a frat party not far from here,” Bobby suggests as he loses his pants, his dick hanging out with no shame at all. Not that he’s got nothing to be ashamed of, anyway. But fuck, I didn’t realize the big bastard had his cock pierced. Good for him. I bet the girls love that.
“Yeah, I’m keen,” Aaron shrugs while Shorty murmurs a soft “Damn.”
The rest of the guys agree to the frat party, and just like that, it’s settled.
Coach Harris comes in and tells us just how great we were as we finish getting cleaned up, before reminding us of next week’s schedule and making sure we’ve all got our heads in the game. Once he’s done, I head into the showers and return a moment later, fresh as a fucking daisy and ready to party.
We try our best to make it through the crowds of fans who wait by the door, some asking for autographs while others beg for pictures. Some just want to say congratulations, but there are those diehard fans who are waiting to hear where we’re celebrating tonight.
Finally making it through the crowds and out to my truck with Shorty and Aaron on my heels, we throw our shit in the back and climb in. Aaron gives out directions and soon enough, we’re pulling up at the frat party.
The place is packed, and the moment we walk in, I lose the guys as they scatter to find a drink, or in Shorty’s case, probably the chick he will be screwing later tonight.
One by one, the rest of the team shows up, and it turns from a house party into a massive rager. Within half an hour, the place is so packed that the majority of the party has spilled out into the street, and I don’t doubt the cops will be showing up at some point to shut this shit down.
It’s been a massive week, and after the fifth time of having some drunk sorority bitch spill her drink all over me, I’ve had more than enough. Hell, I lasted an hour though, so I get credit for that, right? I slip out front and dig my keys out of my pocket with every intention of going home to crash, yet only a few minutes after hitting the gas, I’m parking my truck outside of Micky’s.
It’s almost closing time, and there’s no doubt in my mind that Charli’s working tonight. She’s always working. Making my way through the door, I’m pleased to find the place is starting to clear out and is much calmer than the bullshit frat party down the road.
Taking a seat at the bar, I clock her straight away. Her back’s to me, but I really don’t mind as I take in the view of that perfect round ass wrapped up in those tight jeans. As if sensing my stare, she turns around and gasps as that bright blue gaze locks onto mine. She tries to act as though my very presence hasn’t startled her as she reaches under the bar for a new glass to fill with beer, giving me a good view down her top.