Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Sharing’s caring, right?” I ask, leaning down to kiss him. “I take care of my man.”
Then I ride him like my life fucking depends on it. I’m already exhausted, my legs are cramping, but I push through because I promised to show Oskar how I feel about him, and this … right here … this is me giving him everything. Proving that I’ll never stop until he’s happy. That I’ll put myself through hell for him, and I won’t even care.
We lock eyes, and he looks desperate and wrecked. “Oskar … come.”
“Yesss …” He bucks up into me, uncontrolled and eager, and only a few seconds later, his cry fills the room. Fingers bite into my skin, and his abs flex as he comes, and the entire time I’m watching him, my heart feels that bit fuller.
When he’s finished, I climb off and stretch out beside him. He rolls into my arms, and we spend the next few minutes in blissful silence, trailing light touches over each other’s bodies.
“Should we make a wager on how many times Damon’s tried to call?” he finally asks.
“Eh. Whatever the number is, it’s going to be a few more because I’m not ready to deal with that yet.”
He hums, pressing his face to my neck. “Agreed. We at least need to get rid of the condoms first.”
“Good plan.” I chuckle and squeeze him to me tighter. “You know, that was a good start to our relationship.”
Oskar pulls back slightly, propping his head on his hand. “How so?”
“Well, we compromised. We challenged each other, and I made sure to give you everything. I promise that will never change.”
His eyes practically shine. “I like that. But you forgot one more thing.”
I give him a quizzical look as he leans in and brushes a kiss over my lips.
“No matter what … you will always come first.”
THIRTY-TWO
OSKAR
I smack Lane’s bare ass as I get out of bed. “Ugh. My unemployed boyfriend is so lazy. Shouldn’t you have been up before me to make my breakfast and kiss my cheek as you send me on my way to work?”
Lane rolls onto his back, and the glare he sends me almost has me running out the door. “This isn’t the fifties, and I ain’t your housewife.”
I wince. “Too soon to joke about the job thing?”
“Considering the phone call I got last night? Yes.”
Yeah, that was pretty bad. Seeing as Keerson had been doing Lane’s job the whole time Lane’s been with me, management decided Lane’s services were no longer needed to fulfill his two weeks. He still gets paid for them because they’re playing nice, but the dismissal was a kick in the guts for him.
Then Coach had the audacity to call me to come in today. He wants the team doctor to assess my readiness to go back on the ice earlier than originally planned because my stitches are out with my gash mostly healed, and we are dying out there. They need me.
But the vindictive side of me hopes I’m not cleared to play.
I’m anticipating a trade next season with everything I’ve put the team through this year, and it would be welcomed. The thing is, I can see Mick’s side of it all. Lane and I being together will be scandalous because of nasty shit that has happened in the past with other teams and allegations made. I’m surprised I haven’t been let out of my contract as well, but that’s what pisses me off. They’re only keeping me because they can’t go to the playoffs without me, and they view Lane as expendable.
We both fucked up, but he’s wearing the consequences.
Lane sits up and pulls the sheet over his lap but keeps his head low.
I hate seeing him so dejected. “Fuck San Jose.”
“You don’t mean that. They’ve been a good team to you.”
I check the time on my phone. I really need to go, but this is more important.
Shit. Something more important than hockey? Lane really has done the impossible.
I take a seat next to him on the mattress, but that might be a bad idea because he smells like expensive cologne and cheap sex. My perfect guy. It’s taking all of my willpower not to distract him away from his misery with more naked fun. But then I really will be late, and I’m in enough trouble as it is. Even if I’m as pissed at team management as they are with me.
I grip Lane’s hand. “You’ll find something else. At least they didn’t fire you?”
His brown eyes meet mine. “You think that’s going to stop the gossip? Everyone will know why I had to leave San Jose.”
“Will it be so terrible if you tell them you left for me? So we could date and be together ethically?”
“Everyone will still talk.”
I nudge him. “Everyone always talks. Look at all the gossip about me out there that’s not true.”