Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“I dare you to go wear my jersey,” he states, standing in front of me, his eyes on me and me alone.
“Don’t you have pucks to shoot?” I tell him and he just laughs, and fuck, does it make my knees weak and my pussy wet. Everything about him turns me on, but especially his laugh. He turns and skates away, not even making eye contact with the girls.
My eyes follow him until he skates to the bench and I see him talking to a guy as he is taking off his jersey and disappearing into the tunnel.
I look over at Kylie. “I have to go to the merch store,” I say and she just laughs. “A dare is a dare and I’m not going to let him win.”
We walk back up the steps and the three of us head over to the store. I spot his jersey right away and buy it. “Are you sure about this?” Ariella asks me. “You know what it means when you wear the guy’s jersey.”
“I saw fifty girls wearing his jersey walking here,” I tell her as I grab the bag and we head back to the suite. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I don’t know about that,” Kylie refutes. “He didn’t want them to be wearing his.”
I take off my jacket when I get into the suite that is now filled with people, some of them Kylie recognizes and introduces me to. I slip on his jersey and then go to sit in one of the chairs, when the door to the suite opens and I see the man that Kirby was talking to as he looks around. A bag is in his hand as he sees Kylie and then she points over to me. I get off my stool and head over to him.
“I have something for you.” He holds up the bag and tries to hide his smile. “But I don’t think you need it.”
I grab the bag from him and look inside seeing the note on top.
I dare you. -K
I pull out the jersey with his name and number and I laugh shaking my head. Bringing it to my nose and smelling him, knowing that this is the one he took off after he skated around.
“Of course he did.” Kylie laughs as she heads off with a group of guys she knows that she met when she and Kirby went to volunteer at the hospital last month, and Ariella and I watch the game. Jagger drifts off to sleep at the end of the third period after the horn blares.
“Hey,” Kylie says, “I’m going to head out to the bar with the guys. Do you want to take my SUV?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’ll get a ride with Ariella,” I say—or your brother—I don’t say that part. “Have fun.”
“I will.” She turns and walks out. We sit and watch the arena empty before she gets up.
“Let’s go wait downstairs,” she suggests. “I can put him in his car seat.” I follow her out of the suite, my jacket in my hand, nervously waiting for Jaxon to come out and hoping Kirby is with him.
We get to the garage at the same time the door opens and Jaxon walks out, followed by Kirby, who is wearing a black suit with a white button-down but his shirt is open at the collar. He looks down and then looks up when he must feel me staring at him, his hair still wet from the shower. “Hey,” Jaxon says, softly looking down at Jagger in her arms and bending to give her a kiss.
“Hey,” she says, looking up at him, “we have to drive Lexi home.”
“I’ll take her,” Kirby offers and I look over at him, trying to hide my smile, “if that’s okay with you?”
“Works for me,” I say, my stomach fluttering like it’s home to a million butterflies. I give Ariella a hug and then look up at Kirby. “That was a good game.”
“It was”—he nods—“but seeing you in my jersey might be the best part.”
“A dare is a dare,” I remind him and he puts his hands in his pockets as we wait for his SUV. I hold up the bag. “Although now I have two.”
“What do you mean now you have two?” He looks at the bag, then the jersey on me.
“I went to the merch store before I got the official one,” I tell him and his eyes go big and then his face fills with a huge smile.
“Are you hungry?” he asks me and I nod my head, hoping I can just spend more time with him, even though there is no way I can eat another thing. “Come on,” he urges with his head toward his SUV, “I know a good spot.”
He opens the door for me and I get in, rubbing my palms on my jeans as I watch him walk around the SUV and say something to the guy in the red coat. He opens his door and gets in, looking over at me. “Kylie ditched you,” he says, taking off, his voice tight.