Plays Well With Others (How to Date #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: How to Date Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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Her fingers travel up my chest, exploring me, pinching my nipples. Fuck, she has my number.

But I have hers too. I know what she likes. I hoist her up, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her to the bed. “Gonna spread you out on the bed and taste you till you’re coming on my lips. Then I’ll fuck you good and hard.”

She lets out a long, happy sigh, chased with a purr. “Merry Christmas to me.”

Stretched out on her big bed, Rachel looks like a holiday angel, all long legs and smooth skin. And the best part of all is—she wears lacy panties and a see-through bra.

Red and white. Like a Christmas treat for this guy.

“Mmm. You win,” I tell her as I unhook that bra, freeing her tits. “Better than the hat.”

“Told you so,” she says.

I kiss my way down her soft belly, swirling my tongue around her belly button, then I tug at the top of her panties with my teeth.

“I’m in the mood to tease the hell out of you,” I tell my woman who likes words. Lots of dirty words. I slide between her legs, wrap my hands around her ass, and kiss her sweetness. I bury my face between her legs, rubbing my scruff against her thighs, then devote my lips to her sweet center.

Soon, I’m drawing chants and moans from her that make my dick harder than granite. “Yes, yes, yes,” she calls out.

She is a dirty, delicious gift in bed.

And she’s so damn close. I stop for a brief second only to issue a command. “Say my name.”

She bucks against me. “Oh god, Carter,” she calls out, and then my name breaks apart, spiraling into incoherent shouts of pleasure.

Yes, fucking yes.

When her cries turn into soft whimpers, I stop, drag a hand across my face, then sit on my knees and give my dick a tug. “Be nice and get on your hands and knees like the naughty girl you are.”

She scrambles to all fours, lifting that beautiful ass high in the air.

“Damn, woman. You’re too fucking sexy,” I praise as I kneel behind her, notching the head of my cock against her slick opening.

Like that, I fill her and fuck her. I slide a hand between her legs, stroking her until she’s shuddering, then crying out beneath me, cresting the hill once again. With a loud, carnal grunt of coming, I follow her there.

We collapse together in a hot, sweaty, very happy mess. I pull her close, savoring her orange-blossom scent mixed with sex, mixed with us. When I recover the power of speech, I say, “Confession: I love Christmas and Christmas dirty talk.”

She wriggles against me. “You should give me more dirty girl lessons.”

“I will.” But there’s something else I want. Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe it’s too much. But maybe I’m no longer afraid to make a big play.

I stroke her hair. “Know what I want for Christmas?”

She shakes her head. “I already got you a self-watering pot for Jane, so nope.”

I meet her gaze, turn serious, and I just go for it. “I want to share a home with you. Will you move in with me?”

Her lips part. Her eyes widen. And for one long, tense moment, I fear I’ve asked for too much.

That my timing is all wrong.

But then she smiles, brighter than I’ve ever seen. “I will. Home is you and me.”

Yes, yes it is.

THE END


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