Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Enough,” Jules says with a slight grimace. “I do not need to know that stuff.
“Screw that,” Stephanie says with a grin, and leans forward more. “I want details. These freaking hormones make me perpetually horny.”
I snort and Jules snickers.
I could tell these women details for days because it’s all been so new, adventurous, and exciting. Van still thinks I’m shiny and he said I’d always be that.
But I can’t tell them the things I want to. That yes, when it comes to sex, no one will ever do it for me the way he does, and he has fulfilled every sexual fantasy I’ve come up with so far and stands at the ready to give me even more.
Yet while sex started out as my focus, it’s definitely not the priority anymore where my heart is concerned. Because, oh yes, my heart has totally been captured by Van Turner. I think the uninhibited sex helped to open both of us up to more. I mean, I didn’t just one day decide to let a man pop my anal cherry. It took a certain level of trust in Van, and that was before I knew the real him. I was even falling for the closed-off Van, and I guess my heart recognized something that maybe wasn’t all that clear to me at first.
After he exposed himself to me, baring his soul and his fears, it was all over for me. I fell in love with Van Turner while sitting on his lap, on the couch, and listening to him admit to me his true reasons for staying closed off stemmed from the horrible ways in which he was treated as a young kid. He was afraid of stigma, and that is a god-awful fear to have.
It’s why his secret is so important. I would say there could be some catharsis in revealing, but why should he? He’s taken the step to open himself up with me, and isn’t that the point of working past his fears? What will the world knowing that Van Turner’s dad is a killer and rapist do to help him?
Not a fucking thing.
My attention is taken by the players’ return to the ice. I lock my eyes on Van when he steps out, his frame so much bigger than everyone else’s out there. God how I love it when that huge body is covering me, or fucking me hard, or holding me tight.
The players all skate in a loose form to get their legs warmed up again. Van whizzes by us, and the first time he does so, he doesn’t look at me. This doesn’t bother me because he’s in game mode, and that’s exactly where his head needs to be.
But the second time he skates by, I’m stunned when he looks straight at me and gives a half smile, then a wink. It’s such a little token he’s offering, but it knocks the breath out of me to know I’m on his mind while he’s playing in the Stanley Cup finals.
“Aww…that’s sweet,” Jules murmurs with a little elbow to my ribs. “He wasn’t overly touchy-feely with you at the cookout, so I was wondering.”
That’s true. Van and I may have held hands walking in, but after that, he mostly stood by me or sat next to me when eating. I think he just wanted to stay quiet and observe, and that was fine by me. Besides, he made up for it later when we got home, and when I say made up for it, I mean he was handing out orgasms like they were Halloween candy.
“So it’s more than sex now,” Stephanie says after witnessing me practically swooning in my seat when Van winked at me.
“Yeah,” I admit softly as my eyes follow him around the ice. “It’s definitely more.”
“Poor Malik is being left out in the cold,” Jules observes. “He’s the last Fournier that needs to fall in love.”
“Not sure that will happen,” I say with a chuckle. “Malik is all about his career right now. When he’s not working, he’s off doing high-adrenaline shit like skydiving and swimming with great whites. It would take a special woman to keep up with him.”
The second period is getting ready to start as the players take center ice for the puck to drop. I lean forward to focus on the game, and Jules and Stephanie readjust themselves to do the same thing.
Chapter 23
Van
I lean against the bathroom doorjamb with my arms across my chest, one leg crossed over the other. Just casually watching Simone put on some mascara.
It’s amazing what women do to make themselves pretty. Or prettier I should say in Simone’s case, since she’s pretty much stunning when she rolls out of bed, even with her hair all tangled up and sleep gunk in her eyes.
But over the last several days, I’ve noticed more and more about her routines. I’ve never lived with a woman before other than Etta, but there was a boundary there. I never hung out in the bathroom and watched her get ready.