Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I have enough distractions of my own. My brain’s a depot, and too many trains are rolling through the station at once.
I try to let them all go as I walk Griffin to the door with my faithful girl trotting by my side. As he hoists his messenger bag onto his shoulder, he glances around the cottage one more time, checking it out. “So you’re really staying here with three guys from the other team?”
A flush rises up my chest. I hope he doesn’t notice. “Yes,” I say in my calmest voice.
“Three guys,” he says, shaking his head. “Must be a zoo. I bet it’s loud.”
I cough. I was the noisy one last night. “So loud,” I say with a laugh.
“Good luck keeping them in line,” he says, then waves goodbye to Donut.
Even after he leaves, my heart is still beating too fast. I shut the door, alone with my thoughts, only this time I’m thinking of the guys.
Last night was wild. Hot. I felt freer than I ever have before. But I’m a practical girl. I’m not a day dreamer. It’d be silly to think I’m suddenly “cured” of my…
Is it sex anxiety?
Yes, I think it must be sex anxiety. I’ve always felt a little tension, a little tightness in my belly before I’m intimate with a guy. I worry if I’ll like it. If I’ll let go. If I’ll feel good. But also if I’ll be any good at receiving pleasure. That’s why I’ve tried so hard to focus on the guy I’m with. To learn how to make sex good for him. In the way I move, the way I use my body, how I use, well, my mouth and my hands. Just like I taught myself yoga, I researched how to make a man happy in bed.
It’s been easier for me that way. But these hockey guys? They want to make me feel like the star of the show, and that’s just uncharted terrain.
Setting a hand on my chest, I take the temperature of how I’m feeling. I still feel anxious tonight, but I feel something else too.
Something entirely new.
Hope.
Dirty, delicious hope.
“C’mon, girl. Let’s get ready,” I say to Donut, and she bounces down the hall with me.
I head to my room and as Donut watches, I change into something cute but casual. A distressed jean skirt and a pink crew-neck cropped sweatshirt. “What do you think?” I ask her.
I don’t love shopping. It’s never been my thing. I’d rather be outdoors. But Ivy picked these clothes for me at one of her favorite thrift shops and said pink was my color. Here’s hoping she was right.
Donut yawns.
“What do you know? You’re naked all the time,” I tell her, then I touch up my makeup and hair and brush my teeth. I showered earlier.
We return to the living room and since the guys aren’t home yet, I jump back onto my phone, texting Ivy. She mentioned she might have a lead on an apartment so I check in with her, and she tells me she thinks she’ll have good news soon. Keep your fingers crossed, she adds.
And my toes, I reply.
Maybe I can let go of that worry for tonight. I try to since that chat with Griffin has me thinking.
Maybe I should move forward on the yoga for better sex idea. I’m not the first instructor to hit on the connection between the two. But I could incorporate yoga and sex into my videos and give it my particular…flare. I jot down some ideas for videos with cheeky titles, starting with Sex is a Plank.
A few minutes later, tires crunch on the gravel driveway. My chest flutters. I might as well jump at the door. Putting down my phone I try to get a grip on my excitement as Hollis and Rhys head up the porch, then step inside the cottage, greeted by my pogo pup.
They say hi to Donut first, which makes my heart feel a little fizzy, then they walk in, with Rhys carrying a bag from a men’s shop.
Oh.
Oh.
“A good boyfriend listens,” Hollis says, gesturing to the bag as he comes over to me on the couch. He drops a kiss to my cheek that’s not chaste at all. That lingers. That makes my breath hitch. I turn my face and catch his lips. He murmurs as he gives me an intoxicating slow kiss, one that spreads like liquid down my body.
He breaks the kiss and I’m blinking up at Rhys.
“Yes, they do,” Rhys seconds, then grabs my face and crushes my mouth in a hot, possessive kiss that makes me shiver.
When he lets go a few seconds later, I can barely breathe. “Are you guys competing with each other in the kissing Olympics?”
“I won the gold, right?” Hollis asks, then brushes a strand of hair from my face and devastates me with another kiss that makes me feel like I’m floating.