Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Tonight’s game was grueling. Cole is in the ice bath next to mine, wearing the blue stocking cap I knitted for him.
“How’s your dad?” I ask.
“He’s sick as shit. But hanging in there.”
“Is he catching the games on TV?”
“Oh yeah. I usually have at least twenty texts from him after a game. He says you’re a hell of a skater and you’ve got quick hands.”
“Aw. Did you tell him I’m your bestie?”
He scoffs. “No.”
“Liar. You sent him a picture of you in the hat, didn’t you?”
A smile tugs on his lips. “He does like the hat.”
“I’ll make him one.”
“He’d like that.”
“You want me to teach you to knit? It helps me relax.”
“I can think of about a thousand ways I’d rather relax, but thanks.”
I’ve been knitting a lot lately. When I get an urge to open apps on my new phone and pore over hockey news and speculation, I knit instead. I hear things from others, but I don’t read it myself, and I’ll never be on social media.
The phone has been nice for communicating with Blair, though. We text and FaceTime a lot. The only time we get together lately is for a couple hours one or two evenings a week. I’ve tightened up my diet, so I mostly eat grilled chicken, rice and steamed veggies for dinner. Eli doesn’t mind eating that, but Coop only likes dishes with cheese as the main ingredient.
When I finish with the ice bath, I down one of the protein shakes the team chef made and then hit the shower.
It’s late and it’s been a long day, but I’m not tired. Blair’s in my hotel room right now, and she’s all mine until five a.m.
Since Jules is there, Blair was able to get away once the boys were asleep. Both of us are stressed—me about my contract situation, her about an upcoming test—but we need this time together.
However tired I am tomorrow, it’ll be worth it. I don’t have a game. I spend a substantial part of every day fantasizing about the one and only night Blair and I had together. Unlike many guys, I don’t want to ask my girlfriend for photos to keep in a spank bank.
The whole point is us being together. If I can’t have that, I don’t want anything.
“Hey, you want to go out?” Isaac asks me. “I’m meeting up with a woman with a friend who’d love to bang a hockey player tonight.”
“I have a girlfriend,” I remind him.
“Still?”
“Still.”
He grins. “Guess that leaves ol’ Isaac to handle both of them.”
“Cole might want to go out.”
“Outhouse?”
“We’re not keeping that nickname. I was being a dick that day.”
“He can’t even get into bars. I’ll manage.”
“Hey, good game.” I put out a fist and he bumps it.
“Thanks, man. You too.”
Isaac has natural talent. He has to put in work, but not like some of us do. He can still drink the night before a game; I quit doing that when I was twenty-five.
I text Blair, letting her know I’m on my way. There’s a cold advisory tonight, but I’m not wasting time warming my car up. Not when she’s in bed waiting for me.
The drive to the hotel feels like it takes forever, and there are people crowded outside the elevator, so I take the stairs. When I reach the room, unlock the door, and walk inside, I find Blair standing at the end of the bed, and my jaw drops.
She’s wearing a black corset, a ribbon tied into a bow on her breasts, and skimpy black underwear.
“Holy fuck, you look incredible.”
She smiles softly. I want to throw her on the bed, but I also want to stay right where I am and just look.
I’ve never seen or imagined anything so hot. Another woman in this outfit wouldn’t do for me what she does. It’s beautiful Blair, whom I know as a loving, protective mom to her children. A devoted sister and friend. She’s truly happy for people who find real love, but she’s been afraid to hope it could happen for her—until now.
The vulnerability in her eyes almost sends me to my knees. She’s placing an enormous amount of trust in me. Risking heartbreak because she sees me and supports me for who I am. She knows what it means to put others first out of love, not obligation.
I shed my suit coat, letting it fall to the floor, and loosen my tie on the walk over to her. My cock leads the way, jutting out in front of me like a tent pole.
Words aren’t enough. I get to my knees and look up at her, awestruck. She gently grazes my scalp with her nails.
“I love you,” I say, putting my hands on her waist. “You’re everything I dreamed of in a woman and so much more.”
“I love you, too.” She brushes the hair back from my forehead. “I’d rather wait a thousand nights for one night with you than have someone else every night.”