Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I wait, a little fucking leery of what she's going to threaten now.
"Evie doesn't trust easily," she says. "She's spent her whole life being pursued by assholes who wanted to be closer to our dad. And then she started singing, and assholes who wanted to be tied to a rising star came out of the woodwork. So it took a lot of courage for her to do what she just did in front of all those people." Everly hits me with a hard look. "She's giving you a chance she never gives anyone. Do not fuck it up, Kingston."
"Don't plan on it," I rasp.
"Good. Then you have my blessing." She beams at me. "Good luck."
"Tha—"
I don't even get a chance to finish before she's gone, shouting at a stagehand, who jumps, looking startled. I just chuckle, shaking my head, and turn back to the stage to watch my girl.
My girl. Goddamn, that sounds good.
I can see myself doing this—being the motherfucker standing in the shadows, watching her shine. I could live happily right here, with my world moving in orbit around her. She belongs out there, the same way I've always belonged on the ice.
But my career won't last forever. I've got a few good years left at most before I hang up the skates. Evie has a whole lifetime ahead of her.
I need to be the man at her side, watching her conquer the world. I need it in a way I've never needed anything—not hockey, not a championship, nothing.
"Fuck," I groan, my heart thumping wildly when she peeks over at me.
I'm so fucking gone for her. So gone.
Backstage is a controlled kind of pandemonium when she comes off the stage. Everyone is moving. They all crowd around her, talking a million miles a minute.
She isn't paying attention to any of them. Her eyes are on me, the sweetest little blush on her cheeks, almost like she's nervous now that she's done with the show and back in reality. She looks tired, too.
Hell, she's probably exhausted. At least we get breaks on the ice. She just worked that stage for an hour and a half on her own, only pausing long enough to sip some water and do one quick outfit change.
I step right up to her, wrapping one arm around her waist. Everyone falls silent as I scoop her up, one arm under her legs, tucking her up against my chest.
"W-what are you doing?" she breathes, her wide eyes locked on my face.
"Carrying you to your dressing room," I murmur. "Do you need to do anything before you go?"
She shakes her head, completely silent.
I turn, striding down the wide hallway. No one tries to stop us. No one says a word. They just let her go, everyone staring.
Finding her dressing room isn't hard. Her name is on the door and there's a security guard stationed outside. He arches a brow when he sees us coming, and then quickly opens the door for me.
"I'll, ah, keep everyone out," he mutters.
I jerk my chin in a nod, carrying her through.
The door closes behind us, leaving us alone for the first time…ever. We're finally alone for the first time ever.
Jesus.
I carry her to the sofa in the corner of the dressing room, prepared to sit her down, but her hands fist in my shirt before I can pull back.
"Kiss me," she breathes, her eyes locking with mine. "Just…kiss me again, Kingston."
I groan her name, my lips crashing down on hers. She pulls me closer with a whimper that goes straight to my cock. I want to be good. I want to behave. Really, I do. But her tits are crushed against my chest. She's in the tiniest pair of denim shorts known to man. And she's whimpering—fucking whimpering—my name.
My hands run down her body, touching her everywhere I've been dreaming about for the last few days. She gasps, arching closer, and I bite her lip. I can't help it. She's so sweet, so close.
I need her wrecked for me, right here and now.
"How wet are you right now, princess?"
"S-see for yourself," she gasps, wrenching her mouth from mine.
My hand dances down her quivering belly. Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her right there, just to feel that softness against my lips. I lock eyes with her, loving the way hers turn dark and needy for me.
My fingers dip into the waistband of her shorts.
"You going to come on my fingers for me, baby?" I rasp, yanking her button free to give myself a little room.
"Maybe."
"Yeah, you are," I say, grinning. "Is that what you've been dreaming about?"
She shakes her head.
"Tell me," I order, my hand sliding lower.
"You were fucking me from behind over my piano."
Jesus Christ.
"I won't be doing that yet," I growl, close to losing it when my fingers brush her wet slit. Goddamn. She's drenched for me. And burning hot. "The first time I'm inside you, I want to see those pretty eyes, princess. I want you to know it's me making you feel so full you can't catch your breath."