Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to—”
She throws me a shirt and some athletic shorts. “Go.”
The pressure I hadn’t realized was weighing me down is gone, and all I feel is happiness as I head to the bathroom to finish shaving and to get dressed. I hear her moving around, and when she comes into the bathroom, I’m putting on lotion.
She wraps her arms around my middle and leans into my side. I meet her gaze in the bathroom mirror. “Hey there, gorgeous.”
“Hey, handsome.” We beam at each other, and I lean down to kiss the top of her head. “How are you feeling?”
“Nervous,” I admit. “Scared that I’ll fuck up. But I know when I hit the ice and skate off some of the nerves, I’ll be okay.”
She pats my stomach. “You’re going to do great.”
I kiss her again. “Truly, thank you for being here for me.”
“Truly,” she repeats. “There is nowhere else I want to be.”
I tip her jaw up, meeting her gaze, and fuck, I want to tell her those three words. I want to scream them at her, beg her never to leave me, and not care one bit that I’ve become my father. Totally obsessed with a woman who could ruin me. I run my thumb along her bottom lip and whisper, “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
Her eyes bore into mine. “You didn’t let the bears eat me.”
My face breaks into a grin as I lean in, pressing my nose to hers. “Nope, but I’ll be eating every single inch of you tonight.”
She kisses my top lip. “Not if I eat you first.”
I hiss with need for her, but she distracts me by taking the lotion bottle from me. She proceeds to do my shoulders, my back, my waist, and thighs, careful not to touch my cock—though, we both want it desperately.
When her eyes meet mine in the mirror, I lick my lips, and she shakes her head. “Are you trying to make this hard?”
I snort. “Wife, I’ve been hard since the moment I saw that bow on your head.”
She giggles as she trails kisses along my ribs where I am bruised from the puck. “Will you be okay playing tonight?”
I nod. “I’m fine.”
She runs her fingers along the tender skin and then kisses it once more. “Okay. I can’t wait. I’m sitting up in a box with Louisa and Austen. I think even some of the Adler family will be up there, so I’ll put in a good word.”
At the mention of the Adler family, basically hockey royalty in Nashville, my heart seizes in my chest. I want to impress everyone, but it’s crazy how impressing them isn’t as high on my priority list as impressing my wife. I’ll deal with that thought later. Instead, I wrap my arms around my wife and kiss her fully on the lips. She tangles her fingers in the hair along the back of my neck before we both pull away, panting. “Wanna take a nap?”
She nods. “Sounds great.”
“Let me get dressed,” I tell her, but before either of us can leave the bathroom, there is another knock at the door. She gives me a confused look, and I shrug. I have my shorts on, so I forgo the shirt, pulling the door open. On the other side, in a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, is a stunningly beautiful blonde with bright-red lips and heels that make her almost eye level with me. Before I met my tiny wife, the minx in front of me would have been my jam, but now, I only want Eliza. Again, another thought to worry about later.
I furrow my brows. “Can I help you?”
“I told you I’d be up around now.”
My brow furrow deepens. “Huh?”
She gives me a look. “You hired me? I’m your entertainment for the afternoon.”
I blink, ignoring how she is jutting out her chest or how seductively she’s looking at me. Old Coleson wouldn’t think twice about inviting her in, but I don’t want her. Not even to tape my stick. As she leans into the doorframe, I look down at her. And then do something I never thought I’d do in a situation like this.
I laugh.
CHAPTER 38
Eliza
“You hired me? I’m your entertainment for the afternoon.”
My eyes widen in disbelief at the forwardness in the female voice, but what really has me confused is Coleson’s laughter. It’s carefree, full of humor, even if I can see the confusion all over his face.
“You’ve got the wrong person, lady,” I watch him say, shaking his head. “I haven’t ordered any entertainment in a long time. I’m a married man.”
And he claims not to love me…
“I don’t care what you are. You paid me,” she insists, and Coleson’s laughter falls off.
He looks over at me with a “What the hell is going on?” expression before he sets her with a look. “No. I didn’t. Wrong guy.”