Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Oh, there are Sadie and the kids.”
Skyye’s off before the words leave her mouth. I lean on the fence, taking in the partygoers dancing, laughing, drinking, but my eyes find Kenni again.
She’s wearing this sweet little sundress and brown boots. The hem dances along her thick thighs, and I know for a fact that there’s beard burn between them. I ate her sweet pussy until she was hoarse from screaming my name just hours ago.
Her hair’s down in waves along her shoulders, glowing in the sunset. She must feel me staring because she looks up and blushes. A slow grin creeps over her lips.
Is she thinking about me between her legs?
God, I hope so.
I hate that she’s so far away. I want her in my arms—always.
The day her divorce was finalized, I wanted to propose right then and there. But I want to do it right. I want to give her a moment she’ll never forget. Not because I doubt her or us; I just want it to be perfect.
A twig snaps to my left. Seb strolls up in dark jeans and a blue tee that looks one flex away from ripping in half. We’ve been hitting the gym together lately, and while I didn’t expect it, I’ve really enjoyed his company. He brushes his hair back, taps his beer to mine, and mutters, “Great party.”
“It’ll do,” I say with a nod.
Seb grunts. His standard language. He only speaks in full sentences to his girls. I glance over. “Is your dad here?”
He nods toward where Big Seb is standing with Noelle, arm wrapped around her as they chat with the guys from the team she sponsors. Noelle looks happy, radiant, and adorable as ever in jean shorts and a Pastry Puckers tee.
When her bright-green eyes find us, Seb stiffens.
I raise a brow. “Dude, what is your issue with her?”
“My dad prefers her.”
I blink. “Okay. But you’ve always been weirdly hostile toward her.”
He scoffs. “Didn’t have a choice.”
“What does that mean?” I frown. Seb lets out a heavy sigh. “Doesn’t matter.”
And just like that, he walks away. Broody bastard. I’ve always thought he had a thing for Noelle. But if he does, why hasn’t he done anything? She’s obviously head over heels for him, and her eyes track him like he’s her North Pole.
Man, I hope they figure it out. I’m a sucker for a happy ending now. I’ve got mine; I want everyone else to have theirs too.
And speaking of mine…
I find Kenni by the speaker, brows furrowed as she scrolls through the music on my laptop. Then, just as “Hard to Leave” by Riley Green starts to play, she lifts her gaze to me.
My heart stutters.
One second, we’re across the yard, and the next, we’re in each other’s arms. She loops her hands behind my neck. I clutch her dress in my hands. We sway to the beat, eyes locked.
“Hi,” she whispers.
I grin. “Hi there, darlin’.”
“Funny meeting you here,” she teases.
“If you’re on the dance floor, so am I,” I say, pulling her closer.
Her face is bright, her eyes wild as she smooths my mustache. “Sir, your mustache has no business being this slutty in public.”
God, she drives me wild. I nip her thumb, and she giggles. “It’s only slutty for you.”
She snorts, and I chuckle at how ridiculous we are. Out of nowhere, Kenni grabs my hat and puts it on her head. It’s too big, falling over her eyes, but damn if it doesn’t look perfect.
I spin her out and back in, then lean in close. “Fuck me, Kenni. You look even better with my hat on.”
Her laughter is better than any song.
“You know what they say,” she purrs. “Wear a cowboy’s hat…”
I grin. “Ride the cowboy?”
“Later.”
“You got that right,” I say with a wink.
Her grin is unstoppable. “And do you know what they say about throwing up in a cowboy’s hat?”
I laugh. “What?”
She cups my cheeks. “They say that’s the cowboy you’ll love forever.”
Now she winks, and just like that, I’m wrecked.
I press my lips to her mouth, soft, reverent, and completely hers.
Forever.
If she ever needs to puke again, my hat’s ready.
It’ll always be ready.
Only for her.
EPILOGUE
Dean
Six months later…
There is something erotically sexy about Kenni in my hockey jersey.
She’s not a small girl, so my sweater hits right at her hips, and fuck if I don’t wish I had the memories of younger Kenni in my number. My name and my number 97 on her back had me harder than a stick the moment I came out of the locker room and saw her in it. In case you didn’t know, it’s hard to skate with a boner. I had to go on the bench and think of every unsexy thing I could. But then my eyes would settle on Kenni screaming for me, and my cock started weeping for her.