Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
And of course, it’s cool watching new love bloom between Rafferty and Tempe. It’s almost comical watching how he dotes on her. When she talks, he’s all in, one hundred percent devoted to the words that come out of her mouth.
Everyone is falling in love it seems, and Atlas and I are the only two single guys left in this little subgroup of Titans teammates.
And then… there’s Farren.
I haven’t seen her since she showed up on my doorstep two days ago. She slipped out of my bed early the next morning, leaving me with a light brush of her lips on mine. She went to spend the holiday with Rafferty and Tempe’s family, and I sat around by myself and stewed over the conundrum she presented.
On its face, it’s just sex.
Like, really fucking fantastic sex, and there’s an added element of actually knowing her outside of the bedroom, such as right now. She came with Rafferty and Tempe tonight, having gone to watch the game, and she’s currently talking to Mazzy and Willa while they sip beers at one of the high-tops. While I can certainly talk to her at any time, I’m not sure what I’d say.
Hi, Farren… Can’t stop thinking about the mind-blowing orgasms we gave each other the other night. Want to play a game of pool?
In ordinary circumstances, if we were just two people without any ties, it would be so easy to figure her out.
But it’s complicated. She’s Rafferty’s little sister, and we’re doing this thing behind his back. Not only do I have guilt over this deception, I also have this underlying current of dissatisfaction that I can’t be open with my feelings for her.
And the feelings are as convoluted as the situation itself. I like Farren. Her beauty and sexiness aside, she’s funny, adventurous, independent and incredibly smart. The other night at my house, yes, we had sex.
A lot of it.
But in between, we shared a meal together, played cards and talked, and I got to know more about her. There was never a lull in the conversation and after our last round of mutual orgasms, we ended up talking until the wee hours of the morning because we’re both adept conversationalists.
I asked her to choose the most meaningful game of hockey she’d ever watched Rafferty play, assuming his entry into the professional league would top the list. She had a heartwarming memory of a game he played when they were little kids, showing just how long she’s been his biggest fan.
She asked me about my greatest fear—losing my parents—and I asked her the most ridiculous thing she’d ever done on a whim. Her answer: a spur-of-the-moment road trip to Vegas.
On and on it went, showcasing a desire on both our parts to know more about each other, not just fuck.
That is the biggest puzzle, because as much as Farren wants to keep this thing between us in a tightly controlled, detached box, she was into me the other night.
Not into my body or what I could do for hers, but into who I am as a person.
And fuck if that’s not confusing.
The night is young and we’re all having a great time. The jukebox has been silent most of the night, which is great for conversation. Jubilant chatter fills the air, punctuated every so often by a bark of laughter. We’re celebrating our win in a relaxed atmosphere where we can put aside the stress of our jobs.
Periodically, I take in Farren as she flits around, socializing with all her newfound Titans friends. She’s stunning, effortlessly magnetic, and every time her laugh cuts through the noise, it hits me like a slap shot. I should go ask her to play a game of darts, just to get some one-on-one time with her. It would be a good gauge on how we’d interact within the framework of our Titans social circle, with the two of us holding the secret that we’re having a sexual relationship.
It would also force conversation about non-sex-related topics, which I know would easily carry us through the night because we find each other so interesting. Her eyes cut to me periodically but I’m confident to the casual observer, no one would be the wiser that we’re intimate.
“To Rafferty, for that sick goal and keeping us on top!” King hoists his beer and we all follow suit, redirecting my attention from Farren.
Atlas can’t help but tease. “Didn’t know you could skate that fast.”
“Bite me,” Rafferty replies, and we all laugh.
I nudge Tempe to my left. “My guess is Raff was performing above peak level to impress you.”
Tempe’s eyes shine. “I’m thinking he’s just that talented.”
“Well miracles never cease.” I look to Atlas, but he’s staring at the door to the bar. I turn that way and see that Penn’s walked in.