Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Coming,” I call to her before looking back at McCoy. “I gotta go.”
He holds up my card, his fingers rubbing the smooth surface of the paper. Fingers I wish were on me. Goodness me, I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him. With his voice low, he says, “I’ll be in contact.”
“I hope so,” I say, way lower and more seductively than I intended. “Bye, Coach.”
“Riggs.”
I pause, and then I curve my lips widely at him. “Bye, Riggs.”
His eyes darken, and he knows I’m flirting. My face burns as I turn quickly and head toward my sister. When I look over my shoulder, Riggs is watching me, his brows pulled together and his lips pressed in a tight line, looking every bit like I’m a rock in his shoe. But I know what his smile looks like.
And I will be rewarded with another.
CHAPTER 3
Riggs
Alex Cruz stays on my last fucking nerve.
He dances on it.
He pokes it.
He drives me up the goddamn wall.
He is the bane of my existence, and if he didn’t keep pucks out of the goddamn net, I’d tie his ass to the goal naked and use him for target practice.
Fucking fool.
Ever since he found out he’s having a boy, he’s been floating across the ice like a goddamn ice skater rather than my winning goalie. I get that he’s excited, that he’s proud, but apparently, it’s impossible to be a goaltender and a future father.
“Aye now, the girls might be looking for another ice dancer for between whistles, but I don’t think you’d look good in the skirt.”
Alex throws his head back and laughs as he skates to the left, his right leg in the air as he glides, his arms out from his body. “Little do you know, I’ve got the thighs for a skirt.”
I scoff. “You’d know for sure, aye.”
He chuckles a bit more before he does a little turn and starts for me. “I can’t help it. I’m so stoked to be a dad. A boy dad.” He beams, and all I can do is nod. I’m happy for him, but his cards will never be mine. I learned early I’m not meant to have the wife, kids, love. I’m supposed to have Gordie and Gretzky and my hockey team. That’s it. But I have to admit, I am a wee bit jealous of Alex.
Not only is he stupidly in love with Elliot, but he’s breaking generational curses by wanting to be the best dad imaginable. I know he’ll do it. The kid doesn’t back down from a challenge. If he wants it, he gets it, and fuck, if he doesn’t deserve it. He’s a fucking idiot, but he is a good man. I’m proud of him.
“I’m gonna need you to rein it in, Cruz.”
He laughs once more, his eyes dancing with excitement and mischief. “No can do, Coach. Maybe if you put yourself out there and found someone to knock up, you wouldn’t be so hateful.”
I tried to be patient, but I can’t.
I throw a puck at him, getting him right in the padding around his ribs. He laughs once more, skating toward me. “I’m sure there is a rule against abusive coaches.”
“Turn me in, please, then I won’t have to deal with you.”
He leans on the boards. “You don’t mean that.”
“Try me,” I encourage, and he grins.
“For real, Coach, get you someone.”
I give him a dry look and ignore the fact that the ass I wouldn’t mind is my boss’s granddaughter and probably more than fifteen years younger than me. “I have no issue getting ass, son.”
“I said someone, not ass. We all can get ass, but it’s different to get someone who will complete you.”
I scoff at that. “Alex, I’ve told you, that ship sailed for me.”
He gives me a look. “She wasn’t it for you. Your person is out there.”
I push his shoulder playfully. “Get your head out of the rainbows and unicorn world you’re in, Cruz. Not everyone is lucky like you.”
Cruz doesn’t like that. “You are. Just put yourself out there.”
Once more, the navy-blue-eyed beauty comes to mind, but I quickly shake her free from my thoughts. Her card has been a beacon in my wallet, but I refuse to pull it out. While I do need to hire her, I don’t know if I can handle her in my space. The instant attraction I felt when I was toe-to-toe with her was something I am not used to. Yes, I enjoy women. I love fucking and getting off, but it’s never been an instant lust like it was with her. I don’t understand it.
She feels dangerous to me.
Like she’d turn my life upside down, and instead of feeling bad about it, she’d just grin at me.
I do love her grin, though.
My cock roared to life, swollen and heavy, the moment her eyes met mine. I wanted to strip her clear of her clothes and devour her. The urge to stuff her mouth with my cock overwhelmed me to the point of having to relieve myself once I got home. I grunted her name as my release covered the floor of the shower. Once I realized what I had done, I told myself I couldn’t do that again. Her name is too pure for my mouth. Not only is it wrong to think of that sweet girl while I’m getting myself off, but I could never have her. Not that she’d want me.