The Player I Love to Hate (Elite Players #1) Read Online Jillian Quinn

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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Around four o’clock in the morning, I stagger back to the hotel room on Ethan’s arm. A few people notice us on the way and stop to say hello to Ethan. I’m surprised so many people recognize him off the ice. I’ve known Ethan for so long that I often forget he’s like a celebrity to those who don’t know him. But to me, he’s just Ethan, the boy next door I fell in love with a long time ago.

Once we reach the suite, Ethan’s so drunk he claws at my clothes like a ravenous beast, practically tearing them from my skin. We leave a trail of clothes on our way to the bedroom. My skin burns when he runs his hands down my arms, the heat going straight between my thighs. One touch is all it takes with Ethan. He’s always had an instantaneous effect on me.

Within seconds of entering the room, he has me on my back and his cock inside me. Ethan rocks his hips, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder as he claims every inch of me. I’m about to become his wife, and the closer we get to the wedding, the more lax I’ve become about taking my pills. He buries himself inside me, our bodies trembling from the intense orgasms commanding control. We come one after the other, and then he holds me tight against his chest.

Dripping in sweat and smelling of sex, he kisses my forehead then my cheek until he makes his way to my lips. “I can’t wait to make you my wife, little lamb. And I can’t wait to see you with my baby inside your belly.” He plants a few more kisses on my skin and then relaxes against the stack of pillows behind him, keeping his arm around me. Ethan cradles my head on his shoulder and lets out a satisfied sigh.

“I’m sure I’ll be pregnant in no time,” I breathe, still trying to get my bearings. “You can’t seem to keep your hands off me.”

He smiles. “I’ve wanted a family for a long time. But it wasn’t until last year that I knew I wanted one with you. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift, Mia. Because of you, everything is falling into place. We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

I fall asleep in Ethan’s arms with a smile on my lips as I doze off.

My life is complete with him in it. The boy next door made all of my dreams come true.

Sometime in the morning, Ethan and I wake to the sound of the hotel door slamming. He shoots out of bed and scrambles to slip into his boxers before heading out into the living room. Instead of looking for my clothes, I wrap the sheet around me when I hear Clarke frantic and calling my name.

I rush out of the bedroom, clutching the sheet tightly, surprised to find both Clarke and Will in my suite. “What’s wrong? Where did you guys sleep last night? You both disappeared without saying anything. I was so worried about you.”

Clarke looks like shit as if she hasn’t slept in days. Her dark hair is matted to her forehead, a few strands tucked behind her ears. Her blue eyes are bloodshot and watery, and when she raises her left hand, I gasp in shock.

“Tell me that’s not what I think it is,” I say, staring in awe at the gold band on her ring finger.”

Will lifts his left hand and nods. “It’s exactly what you think it is. We were so drunk, we got married last night. We’re not even sure where. All we know is we woke up naked, in my bed, and with these rings on our fingers.”

Ethan laughs and shakes his head. “Dumb ass. Leave it to Romeo to marry a complete stranger in Vegas.”

“Hey, I’m not a complete stranger,” Clarke interjects, looking like she’s been to hell and back again. “We can get it annulled. It’s not like I want to be married to this idiot,” she says, pointing a finger at Will.

Will snorts. “You’d be lucky to have the pleasure of marrying me.”

She shoves her hand in his face. “Seems as though I already am married to you, hubs.”

He smirks. “Then, maybe we should go consummate our marriage… again.”

“Pig,” she growls, stealing her hand away from his face. “I hate you. The second we get back to Philly, we’re annulling this marriage. You’re the last person on Earth I want to be with.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” he counters with a wicked smirk.

I push my hands out to get between them.

How did they get along so well when they were drunk last night? It’s the same thing with them every time. They can’t stand the sight of each other sober, and then once they start drinking, their inhibitions lower, and they end up in bed together. This isn’t the first time Clarke has had sex with my brother, and judging by the looks on their faces, I doubt last night will be the last.



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