Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Only now do I get it.
I lick and nip my way up to his chin before sinking my teeth into the stubborn point, and then my lips are settling on his. When he opens, I slip inside so that our tongues can tangle.
His hands slide from my hips around to my back before crushing me against his hard chest.
“Juliette,” he groans. “I’m not kidding. You need to stop right now.”
Doesn’t he realize that it’s much too late for that?
The desperation filling his voice only spurs me on.
The harder I grind, the more sensation gathers in my core until there’s nowhere left for it to go. Like an impending storm on the verge of a torrential downpour, dissipating and turning into nothingness is no longer an option. Maybe it never was. My muscles tighten as my tongue continues to dance with his.
That’s all it takes for me to detonate. My pussy convulses as I moan out my release.
“Fuck.”
And then, he’s doing the same.
Air hisses from between his lips as he grinds against me. His jean-covered cock is at the perfect angle to bump my clit. Sensation bursts within me like fireworks, lighting me up from the inside out in a powerful symphony of explosions.
It takes a minute or so before I slowly float back to earth. Barely am I able to crack open my eyelids and meet his heavy-lidded gaze. There’s a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before, and I’m not entirely sure what it means.
My sweater is still shoved above my chest and my nipples are peaked from the cool air of the truck. I shift and tug the material over my breasts before glancing around.
How could I have forgotten that we’re in the lot outside my building?
Have I totally lost my mind?
It’s a relief to find the parking lot empty. Even though Ryder’s windows are tinted, making it difficult to see inside the vehicle, it would be embarrassing to be caught in such a compromising situation.
Especially if one of his teammates found us together.
There’s no way my brother wouldn’t hear about it.
Ryder’s hands are still splayed against my back, pressing me close.
Embarrassed by the force of my own arousal, I clear my throat and attempt to crack a joke. “Should I cross orgasm off the list?”
His gaze drops to my lips for just a moment before slanting upward again. “You’ll cross that one off when I’m buried deep inside your pussy.”
Even though I realized what would happen between us when I agreed to his assistance, hearing him say it so boldly has my belly hollowing out with an unexpected burst of nerves.
It also makes me realize just how much I’m looking forward to number six.
CHAPTER 20
RYDER
The puck bounces with ease between the blade of my stick as the edge of my skate cuts into the ice. There’s nothing like being in the arena bright and early in the morning. There’s a snap to the air that invigorates my lungs. It’s always been one of my favorite things. The best way to start a day. I can let my mind wander as instinct takes over.
No surprise who it meanders to.
Juliette.
And the way she’d ground against my dick.
Christ…
When was the last time I came all over myself like a prepubescent teen?
High school maybe?
Sophomore year more specifically?
I didn’t think it was even possible to get that turned on. I mean, come on. I’m a twenty-two-year-old man who’s been having regular sex since I was sixteen. And I’ve had a lot of it. There’s never been a shortage of available pussy.
When she’d joked about being with another girl…
Now there’s an image I’ll have a tough time evicting from my brain. Then again, the idea of sharing her doesn’t appeal to me. Even if it is with another chick. I want her all to myself. I want her attention solely focused on me when we’re together.
That’s the precise moment I realize—
That thought is knocked from my brain when someone trucks into me from the side and the puck gets knocked loose as I catch myself from landing on my ass.
Barely.
By the time I have my wits about me, Madden scoops up the small black disk and speeds off before I can even think about catching the fucker.
I turn and glare at the guy who’s ground to a stop in front of me, spraying ice in my face.
Maverick.
I blink in surprise when he knocks a gloved fist into my chest.
“What the hell is up with you and my sister?”
I should have known this was coming. I saw the way he was watching us at the bar. Even before we stepped foot out of the arena the other night, I knew his antenna had been raised.
“Nothing.” The lie pops out of my mouth before I can stop it.
What exactly am I supposed to say?