The Problem with Players Read Online Brittainy C. Cherry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
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“Look at me,” I demanded.

She tilted her head slightly around to see me, her eyes fluttering open as moans of desire kept escaping through those plump lips of hers. My hand stayed at the base of her neck as we locked eyes for a moment before my mouth slammed against hers, and my tongue fucked her at the same speed and intensity as my dick fucked her.

“Yours,” I breathed into her. I wanted to fill all her holes with me, and I wanted to feel her moans vibrating off my tongue as she surrendered to me and our love. “Forever,” I promised.

I twisted her body back around so she faced me, and I laid her against the dining room table, shoving the plates and glasses of wine to the floor, not giving a damn what shattered along the way. Her eyes were on me, and mine on hers. I climbed on top of her, rocking my throbbing cock deeper into her as she wrapped her hands around me and dug her nails into my back.

“Nat…Natha…We…I…Nat…” She shuddered, unable to form my whole name with her words. I felt her growing closer and closer to her orgasm as she deepened her nails against me, holding me as if I were the key to her greatest victory. “I, so, so close,” she muttered, her eyes fluttering shut. “Right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop!” she growled with an order.

The closer she grew to her climax, the closer I inched to mine. As her legs began to tremble against me, I lost myself, too, falling into the hardest orgasm I’d had in a while. I took a few moments before sliding myself out from inside her, and I fell backward into the chair in front of the table.

My breath weaved in and out as I stared at Avery, who was now sitting up on her elbows. She bit her bottom lip with a wicked smile. “This is a sturdy table.”

“As sturdy as they come.”

She pushed herself up from the table and began walking down the hallway. I watched her ass move side to side the whole time.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To shower.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Join me.”

41

AVERY

My legs felt like Jell-O the following day when I went to school. I had Nathan to blame for that, seeing how he’d kept me up all night long. Then again, I wasn’t complaining. Not in the slightest.

Students buzzed around with a lightness to them. School was coming to an end, and graduation was right around the corner for many of them. The energy felt fresh, renewed in some way.

“Coach K!” Cameron said, rushing over to me in the hallway after first period finished. He looked like he was still floating on cloud nine from the weekend. That made me happier than I could’ve ever expressed. “Dude! I wish you were there this weekend!”

I smiled. “I wish I was, too. But rumor has it that you had the best weekend ever.”

“It was amazing! My dad loved the campus, too. And Coach P showed us all around his old stomping grounds.”

“I love that. I’m glad.”

“Me too!” He grinned ear to ear, grabbing the straps of his backpack tightly around his shoulders. “Plus, the idea of him coaching there when I attend is so exciting. I mean, I wish I had both of you coaching me, but at least a part of Honey Creek is coming to Prest, too.”

My heart skipped a few beats as I tried to grasp the words leaving his mouth. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“Coach Reed at Prest offered Coach P a head coaching position. He gave him a contract and all.” He narrowed his eyes. “Oh crap. I thought he would’ve told you when he got back. I’m sorry if⁠—”

I pushed out a smile and patted Cameron on the shoulder. “No, no, it’s fine. I knew. I just didn’t know he shared the information with you,” I lied. The bell rang, and I cleared my throat. “Get to your next class, will you? We can’t have you falling behind on your studies.”

“All right.”

“And Cam?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really proud of you.”

He grew bashful and nodded. “Thanks, Coach K for…everything.”

After he left, his words grew heavier and heavier in my mind with every passing hour. When my lunch break came around, I left school and headed to Nathan’s house. I knew he was in town that afternoon, so when I went into the house to snoop around, I knew I’d be fine.

As I walked into the house, I noticed an envelope on the kitchen island that Nathan left there the night prior. With nerves bubbling up inside, I opened the envelope to find the contract that Cameron told me about. A contract for a lot of money.

I felt sick.

He was leaving me.


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