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)
"Kingston," she moans, her hips arching.
"Eyes on me, princess. Let me watch you fall for me," I rasp, running circles around her swollen clit. I tip her chin back with my free hand, angling her head so I see everything—every gasp, every tremble, every moan. Fucking hell. I want to ruin her, just keep her on the edge until she's so desperate, she can't remember anything but how good it feels to be mine.
"That feels so good," she moans.
I twist my hand, circling her greedy little hole. Her hips arch again, her legs spreading wider. There's no room to work with her in those shorts, but I slide one finger inside her, then add another.
"Fucking hell," I pant, my forehead against hers. "You're so tight, Evie. Does that feel good?"
"Yes," she sobs, her hands in my hair. Her eyes roll as she fights to keep them open, her body rocking as she chases the pleasure.
She was beautiful on stage, but she's something else right now—real and raw and slowly unraveling for me. Christ, I can't wait until she's spread across my bed, nothing standing between me and that gorgeous body.
"Kingston, I…I…"
"I know, baby. I feel that greedy little pussy squeezing my fingers. You want to come so bad, don't you?"
"Yes!" she sobs, pulling my hair just enough to make my dick hurt.
"Then do it," I growl, thumbing her clit. "Come all over my hand."
The way she lets go is the kind of perfect I don't deserve. Her head falls back, her lips parting. Her eyes tangle with mine before they fall closed. My name escapes her lips in the sweetest cry—high and sharp, like she's in heaven.
She convulses, bucking against my hand, her body shivering and boneless. Fucking hell. I need to see this again and again and again.
"That's it," I groan, working her through it. "Give it all to me, princess."
"Kingston," she moans.
I swoop, pressing my mouth to hers just to taste her pleasure and the way she says my name. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter. Not a single goddamn thing.
Chapter Seven
Evie
Kingston helps put me back together, then watches with a grin as I fix my makeup before going out to greet fans.
"Do you want to come with me?" I ask, pausing at the door.
He strides across the dressing room toward me, tipping my chin up. "This is your night, baby. You go greet your fans. I'll be here waiting for you."
"You really don't want to go?" I ask, a little surprised.
"Really." He kisses my cheek, then tilts my head back, meeting my gaze. "I don't want your fame, princess. I just want you. I'm more than happy to be the motherfucker standing in the shadows, letting you shine."
My heart flutters. I don't think it stops the entire time I'm signing autographs. A few people ask me about him. I just smile, not saying anything. I'm not even sure what to say anyway.
We're definitely something. I'm just not entirely sure what yet. I'm looking forward to figuring that part out. I feel…like I'm floating. The whole night has been a dream, the kind I used to pray for when I was a little girl.
Only the younger version of myself never saw him coming. Lord knows, I didn't see him coming, not even when I was stepping over him on the ice. I don't think that younger version even knew what to ask for when she thought about the man who'd sweep her off her feet. She certainly never envisioned a hockey star with a panty-melting smirk and a penchant for stalking her DMs.
By the time I make it back to the dressing room, he has all my stuff packed up. I stand in the doorway, gaping at him.
"You didn't have to do that," I whisper.
"I don't mind." He strides toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "The sooner we're done here, the sooner I get you alone again." His lips brush mine. "I want you to come home with me tonight."
My core clenches, heat flooding through me.
"I'm ready," I say, meaning it in more ways than I think he even knows.
Or maybe he does, because he grins at me like I just gave him the entire world.
We leave the stadium hand in hand.
Everly catches us before we make it to the parking lot, grinning like she just caught me stealing cookies.
"Mom called," she says, her gaze drifting to Kingston. "Dad wants to meet him."
"Crap," I groan, darting a look at him. If my dad wants to meet him, then videos of tonight are already all over the internet. My dad is smart. He knows if I'm kissing Kingston on stage, it means something.
"I'll do whatever you want, princess," Kingston says with a shrug. "If you don't want me to meet him, that's fine with me. You call the shots here."