“How much have you girls been drinking?” he asks, clearly having seen Sophie’s wobble.
I grin up at him. “We just finished off the bottle,” I explain.
“Have you eaten?” he asks with a raised, questioning eyebrow.
“Nope,” I say, popping the p.
“Alright, how about we take you for dinner, we can tell you everything that happened tonight and then we can party,” he grins.
“Sounds good to me,” I laugh.
“Me too,” Sophie grumbles into Tanks lips.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at their display of affection, but I must say, I am pretty damn proud of my girl. She has made huge changes in her life and finally figured out how amazing it feels to actually commit herself to one man, to allow herself to love and be loved in return and apparently, by the looks of it, she is really enjoying the feeling.
“Let’s get out of here,” Tank says, coming up for air.
Sophie and I grab our things and before we know it we are out the door, hailing a cab and being seated in an Italian restaurant.
“So, did you sort out Trent?” I ask as we flick through our menus.
“Nah,” Miller says, “I figure after making him look like a fool on the ice and your beating. He has pretty much learned not to fuck with us” he explains. “And after his performance tonight, there is no way he would have been offered a contract.”
I smile up at him. “I’m proud of you,” I mouth.
He gives me a panty dropping smile then reaches over the table and takes my hand in his.
We all order and I can’t help but notice the cheeky looks Tank and Miller keep passing each other like they are keeping a big secret. “Alright. What gives?” I ask them both.
“What are you talking about?” Miller smirks as our dinner is put down in front of us.
“You two,” I say, waving my finger between them both and narrowing my eyes at them. “Somethings going on here and I want to know what it is.”
“We can’t just be happy that were National Champions?” Tank asks.
“No,” Sophie says suspiciously as her eyes flick between the boys and suddenly widen “Holy shit. Are you in? Did you get a contract?” she rushes out.
Holy crap. How could I have forgotten, of course, that would have happened tonight.
The boys grin like little school boys who just saw their first set of tits. “Yeah, we got a contract,” Miller says, watching me for my reaction.
“Fuck,” I shout, jumping up from my seat and launching myself across the table to him. “Holy shit, wow. That’s amazing. You really are a superstar. What team is it?” I ask him as I plant a huge kiss on his lips.
“That’s not the best part,” he warns me.
I sit back on his lap to study his face and see him look over at Tank who currently has a very excited Sophie straddled over his lap. “Spill it,” I demand.
“Well…,” he says, dragging it out. “We got three offers. Chicago, Colorado and L.A, they want us as a package deal but will still accept us as individuals if that doesn’t happen.”
“Wow,” I say, looking at him in absolute awe as my eyes begin to water. “Congratulations. You did it. Mia would be so proud of you,” I tell him.
He wipes away my tears with his thumbs. “Baby. No matter which team I choose, I want you to come with me,” he says.
I look deep into his eyes and search for any sign that this could all be a dream. “Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yeah, you’re graduating soon and I want you with me. I’m going to buy us a house and make an honest woman out of you and then we can have a million kids if you want, hell maybe even a dog call Louie,” he grins.
“I love you so much,” I tell him.
“Good,” he smirks, “because this would be seriously fucked up if you didn’t.”
I eventually climb off his lap and eat my dinner that has definitely gone cold.
“So, where are you planning on accepting?” Sophie asks them both.
“Well, we were talking about it on the way back to the hotel. I’ve always dreamed about L.A, so I’ll be signing that contract,” Tank announces getting a delighted squeal out of Sophie who I know has always wanted to be a journalist in L.A.
“What about you?” I ask Miller.
He studies my face and sits back in his chair. “I’m happy with either Chicago or L.A. So I guess it depends on where you would rather be,” he says.
“What?” I shriek. “No way. You’re not leaving this decision up to me,” I tell him.
“Baby, as long as I have you. I don’t care where it is I’m playing hockey. Which city is going to be the best from a PR point of view?” he asks.
“L.A, easily. But what’s that got to do with hockey?”
“I want you to have everything, Dani. And if a career in PR is what you want and L.A is the best option for that, then that’s where we’re going,” he declares.
“Are you serious? L.A? We’re moving to L.A and you’re just going to hand me all my dreams on a silver platter?” I clarify.
“Yeah, babe. I’m serious and as for your dreams. They are mine too, so really I’m just being a selfish asshole asking you to move with me.”
“Damn right, you are,” I laugh.
“So that’s a yes then? We’re going to L.A. and getting a dog called Louie?”
“Yeah, you big bastard. We’re going to L.A.”
Epilogue
Danielle
5 years later…
“I’m sorry Danielle, we can’t wait any longer,” Dr. Adamson says regretfully as he motions for the nurse to put my legs up in the stirrups.
“NO,” I scream. “I’m not doing this without him. I can’t,” I cry as I squeeze down with everything I’ve got on Sophie’s hand.
“Fuck,” she cries, attempting to pull out of my grasp. “It’s ok, babe. I’m here. You have to push.”
“AHHH” I scream as another contraction rips through my body. “WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?”
The door slams open as Miller and Tank rush in. “I’m here,” he yells, rushing over to my side and gasping for breath as Tank takes one look around and promptly turns on his heel and stalks back out of the room.
“About fucking time,” Sophie scowls.
“Did you win?” I ask him as I take slow deep breaths and take his hand in mine.
“Come on babe, you know I would never let a championship game slip through my fingers,” he says with a smirk.
“Fuck,” I pant. “It’s happening again,” I groan as I squeeze down on his hand.
“Alright Danielle, I need you to push on this contraction,” Dr. Adamson explains.
The contraction comes on and I feel like my body is splitting in half. I push with everything I’ve got as pain completely overtakes me. I gasp for breath, only to be told to push again. “I can’t fucking do this,” I cry.
Miller leans over and catches my lips in his. “You’ve got this baby,” he tells me. “I didn’t marry a quitter.”
“SHUT UP,” I snap. “I fucking hate you for doing this to me,” I say, clenching my teeth together, taking a deep breath and pushing again. “This is all your fault. You and your big fucking dick can go and fuck yourself,” I scream.
He chuckles under his breath and I clamp down harder on his hand getting a very satisfying groan out of him.
“Come on, Dani,” Sophie encourages from my other side.
“Fuck you, whore. I’d like to see you doing this,” I grunt at her.
“Well you will be, in about 8 months,” she tells me with a grin. “Now hurry up and get on with it, you’re kind of freaking me out here.”
“I fucking love you,” I shriek, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her down to me, planting a big sloppy kiss on her cheek, then groan as another contraction comes on. Yeah, this is something we will have to discuss afterward.
I give one more big push when Dr. Adamson announce that the head is finally out. I sigh out in relief as all the boo
ks tell me that the head is the worst part. Miller can’t help himself and takes two quick steps to the end of the bed and takes a good look. “Holy fuck, babe,” he gasps “It’s like my favourite pub just burnt down.”
“I’m going to kick your fucking ass if you don’t get back up here in the next two seconds,” I growl.
“Ok,” he grins, holding both hands up in surrender.
“Actually, why don’t you stay down here,” Dr. Adamson says as he fiddles around with my hoochie a bit more. “You can deliver your baby from here on,” he says.
Miller’s face flicks between me and the doctors. “Are you serious?” he asks with wide eyes.
“Oh no,” Sophie groans under her breath.
“Sure am, but if you’re going to do this, it needs to be now,” he says.
Miller practically skips back into position as Dr. Adamson instructs him on what to do. I give one final push as Miller delivers our baby. “Holy shit,” he whispers, looking down at our baby in awe as the nurse rushes in with a blanket. Miller walks back around to me and ever so gently places our baby down in my arms.
“It’s a girl,” Miller whispers, looking down at us together.
“She’s beautiful,” I sob, looking down into my daughter's face, the complete and utter pain of the last 24 hours completely forgotten.
“Wow,” Sophie says with a hand resting against her chest. “She’s beautiful. What’s her name?” she asks.
I look up into the beautiful dark eyes of my husband. “Mia-Rose Cain.”
Miller leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. “It’s perfect,” he murmurs as he gently runs his fingers down the side of our baby girls’ face. “You’re both perfect.”
As the doctors and nurses make their way out of the birthing suite, Sophie excuses herself to give us a little privacy.
I do my best to scoot over in the bed, but to be honest, it fucking hurts down there. Miller climbs in as best he can beside me and together we introduce our baby girl to the world around her. Seeing Miller holding our baby in his arms has tears springing from my eyes. “I love you so much already,” he tells her. “I will never let anything hurt you, beautiful girl,” he promises her.
He leans back and wraps one arm around me, allowing me to snuggle into his side while he holds Mia in his other arm. “We did good,” I murmur.
He holds me a little bit tighter. “I love you, baby,” he vows.
“And I love you, Superstar.”
The End.
About the Author
Hi there,
First off, I want to say a MASSIVE thank you for taking the time to read about Miller and Dani’s journey to finding love and I hope you loved this story just as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Writing for me started out as a hobby I would do on my lunch break and after my daughter had finally gone to bed. It was a way for me to unwind after a massive day. I soon found myself powering up my laptop at every chance I could possibly get just to get the story and characters from my mind, down on paper, which brings me to now.
This is my first novel to be released and to say I was a mess of nerves the whole time would be a major understatement. Before writing this novel, I stuck to writing YA Fantasy novels (which I still do and hope to release in the future), but this being my first Romance novel was… WOAH! Scary as HELL!!!! I mean, where do you draw the line? What is deemed taking it way too far? (Which, for that matter, I really hope I didn’t do, so I sincerely apologise if anyone was offended by certain scenes or the use of profanity).
This story just sort of fell in my lap after a friend of mine forced me to read a romance novel, then the second and then the whole series which quickly turned into an obsession from there but don’t get me wrong, I still can’t pass up a good YA novel. So in what little spare time I had, my own characters started developing and quickly turned into the Kings of Denver.
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Continue reading for a sneak peek of Jaxon, Book 2 in the Kings of Denver series – to be released in February 2018 (hopefully!)
Sneak Peek
Jaxon – Kings of Denver (Book 2)
Chapter 1
Cassie
I find a spot and park my yellow VW Beetle in the senior girl’s dormitory parking lot and let out a shaky breath. I can’t believe I allowed my dimwit big brothers to talk me into this. I turn off the ignition and step out of my car, making sure to grab my handbag and room assignment papers.
A massive black, Dodge RAM pulls up beside me, filled to the brim with my belongings and all three of my moronic brother’s jump out and meet me on the sidewalk, each with their own version of an encouraging smile.
“Do I really have to do this?” I whine to Sean, Logan and Carter.
“Sure do, kid,” they say in unison, cementing for the millionth time, just how similar they are.
“Fine,” I huff, taking off down the pathway towards what will be my home for the next year. “We may as well get this shit over with.”
“That’s the spirit, little sis,” Logan grins, jogging up the pathway to catch up to me, throwing his heavy arm over my shoulder in the process.
“Ugh,” I groan, shrugging out from under him. “Get off me you fat lard.”
Logan pulls me in closer, tucks my head into the crook of his armpit and makes sure I get a nose full of manly BO while using his other hand to give me a noogie. I squeal for help while I reach around him and latch onto his man titties, making sure to give a devastating nipple-cripple.
“Will you two quit it,” Sean scolds, wheeling my suitcase behind him and not bothering to look up at our display. “You’re acting like a bunch of delinquent kids.”
Logan lets out a huff. “She started it,” he grumbles under his breath and reluctantly lets me go so he can rub his man titties back to health.
I give a triumphant grin knowing I’ve won this round fair and square but don’t get the chance to brag before my body is jolted to the side when Carter pushes his way between us. “I can’t wait to get a look in here,” he grins, rubbing his palms together like a major creeper.
“Ugh,” I groan. “I told you, you’re not screwing any of the girls I meet here.”
“Sorry, kid but if a 10 comes my way you can guarantee I’ll be getting up in there,” he says reaching for the door and ushering us all in.
I push in front of the boys making them all come to a halt as I stare down Carter. “Promise me you’ll keep your dick in your pants,” I warn.
He begins to shrug off my warning when I pull out the puppy dog eyes and I know he will cave in three… two… one… “Fine,” he groans making my second triumph in as many minutes.
“Can we get this show on the road?” Sean asks. “I promised Sara I’d be there to meet the wedding planner.”
“Ok, ok, no need to get your panties in a twist,” I grin as I turn on my heel and stare down the place I’m dreading to call my new home. I take a breath and make my way down the hallway with my brother’s on my heels. I scan the doors and give polite smiles to the passing girls until I come across lucky door number 12.
I push open the door and immediately regret it. “Oh shit,” I screech coming face to face with my new roommate who is currently stark naked, bent over at the hips and being screwed within an inch of her life. I desperately try to back my way out of the ro
om but only manage to run into the solid wall of muscle known as my brothers who are all wanting to check out my new room.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I shriek as I turn my back on my roommate, only to see the massive grins come across Logan and Carter’s handsome faces.
“Fuck, yeah,” Carter approves.
I try my hardest to start shuffling my brother’s out of the room but they all seem way to intrigued with the show. “Would you guys get moving,” I hiss.
“Oh, no need honey, stay, we’re almost done,” A breathy southern drawl comes from behind me. “I’m Bronny, you must be my new roomie, Cassandra? Or do you prefer Cass? Or Cassie?” I turn purely out of the politeness my parents drilled into me, only to find her hand outstretched waiting for a handshake.
Is this chick for real? I can’t help but gape at her as she smiles up at me, tits swaying from left to right, the sound of her man’s balls slapping against her skin while he groans and picks up his pace.
I hear Logan and Carter’s snickers behind me and all I can think about is how to make the quickest exit possible.
Carter steps around me and reaches out for her hand with his manwhore smile. “Hi Bronny, I’m Carter, it’s really great meeting you,” he says as she beams up at him. “This is my little sister, Cassie,” he says turning toward me, loving every moment of how incredibly awkward this is for me.
“Um, hi,” I say, pressing my lips into a tight smile and lifting my hand in an extremely awkward wave. “Lovely to meet y-” I start to say when Bronny’s outstretched hand disappears between her legs and begins rubbing herself. “Ok, Nope. I’m out.” I declare before trying to push past my brothers.
Logan catches me around the waist and turns me to face the show again, wrapping his steal arm around me and effectively caging me in. “Stay, be polite, watch the show,” he says with clear enjoyment in his voice.
“So, you’re an exhibitionist?” Carter asks as if he is about to strike up a lengthy conversation with the woman.
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