Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
But there’s something else about his demeanor. I interest him. Other guys have given me the same look in the past. I’ve ignored them, no problem. So, why can’t I do the same with Preston? Somehow, he has crawled under my skin, and I’ve allowed it even though I shouldn’t give him another thought.
He removes his helmet. His hair sticks on end in little spikes protruding up in different directions from the sweat. So many dirty thoughts run through my mind. I can’t stop them once they start.
He knows he has me. It’s not just his looks that hold my attention. Preston plays with such grace for someone his size. The way he moved his hips was like a dance routine I memorized with each glide of his skates.
Practice ends with my father telling the players to hit the showers and me still drooling over Preston. Taylor does the same. She hasn’t stopped gawking at Drake Donovan for the last five minutes. Tall and muscular, Drake has short, dark hair and a body so big and toned he makes you want to climb him. Drake is worth looking at, but no one compares to Preston.
Damn him.
“Where do you want to eat?” Taylor rubs her stomach. “I worked up an appetite watching these hockey hotties.”
“I bet that’s not the only appetite you worked up,” I deadpan. “Don’t think I missed you obsessively watching Drake. I don’t blame you. I was doing the same to Preston.”
Her eyes widen, and she clears her throat making a strange movement with her head to indicate someone is behind me. When I turn around, I come face to face with Preston. Here, I thought all of the players were in the locker room.
I have nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
A wicked smirk turns up the right side of his mouth. An adorable dimple creases his cheek.
Fucking hell.
Chapter Five
PRESTON
All through practice I couldn’t get Bex out of my mind. Every time I moved, it was as if she was there watching me. Maybe I imagined her blue eyes following me. Or maybe I wasn’t crazy at all. Because when she spins around to face the ice, her eyes widen at the sight of me.
I smirk. “Funny meeting you here.”
Speechless, she opens her mouth but nothing comes out. I overheard her conversation with her friend catching her in the act. At least now I know she wants me. Maybe she won’t be as much of a challenge as I thought.
In a navy and white Strickland Senators’ basketball uniform and Chucks, Bex has never looked hotter. Even though, I wish it were my jersey she has on and nothing else.
“Did you watch me play?”
Of course, she did.
Bex nods. “Uh-huh. My dad asked me to stay behind.”
“Parker, stop bothering my daughter,” Coach Bryant yells. “Time to hit the showers.” He claps his hands together. “Let’s go.”
Bex lets out a sigh of relief. “Saved by the bell.”
“For now.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Wait for me. Right here.”
“And why would I do that?”
Sassy as ever, she drives me crazy with her mouth. Fuck, I love it. Way too much.
“Do you know how to skate?”
She snorts. “My dad is a hockey coach. I grew up at a rink. Are you serious?”
I shrug, unaffected. “Hey, you never know. You could be good on your feet and horrible on skates. My older brother can’t skate to save his life even with my dad teaching him.”
“Really?” Her eyebrows rise. “I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true. JP is more like my mom in almost every way. He never took to hockey, at least not the way I did, and he hates the cold.”
She laughs. “That’s interesting. I would have thought hockey was a mandatory requirement in your family.”
“He’s the brains—”
“And you’re the beauty,” she finishes for me, laughing.
“No, that wasn’t what I was going to say. But thanks, I guess.”
I want more of Bex. More time. More of her mouth. My brain and body are in complete agreement with my body winning out. I need to see her again, preferably off-campus and away from her father. Saturday cannot come fast enough.
She stares at me biting her cut lip.
I strip the glove from my hand and touch her cheek, moving my thumb over her lip. “How did this happen?”
“I took one for the team,” she says with a straight face.
“Bex likes it rough,” her friend chimes.
I laugh, my mind now wandering to dirty places. Her friend’s comment makes me think of sex. Regardless of Bex’s cracked lip, I want to take it between my teeth so fucking bad. She taunts me without even realizing she’s doing it. Fucking tease.
A long pause ensues between us before Bex says, “You stink, Parker. Go take a shower.”
I laugh. “Is that a yes?”
“It’s not a no.”
My God, I love her mouth.
“What about your dad?” her friend asks.