Hard Hit (St. Louis Mavericks #5) Read Online Brenda Rothert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Sports Tags Authors: Series: St. Louis Mavericks Series by Brenda Rothert
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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Immediately.

“God…fuck…yes.” He slid into me, bottoming out in one firm, reckless thrust.

“Oh. Wow.” My eyes popped open as I stared at him.

One side of his mouth quirked up as he looked at me. “Wow?”

“You feel so good,” I sighed happily. “Like you were made for me.”

What the hell was I saying?

“I was thinking the exact same thing.” He adjusted his hips and slowly pulled out to the tip. “Ready?” he asked.

“For?” I met his gaze curiously.

He reached for my hands, lifting them over my head and holding them with his, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Oh, baby…this is going to be so good.” He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he slammed his hips against mine. My breath left me as he held me captive beneath him. It was incredibly freeing for him to be in control. I’d never felt like this before. And it was like he knew it. Like he knew exactly what I needed. Even better than I did.

I shifted restlessly as he began stroking into me, anxious for more.

“Michael…”

“I know, baby. Soon.” He picked up speed, moving my hands together above my head so he could hold them with one hand. Then he used his free hand for balance as he pounded into me, all patience and teasing gone.

It was carnal and incredibly rough.

I was on the verge of detonating again, and he knew it.

“Squirt all over my cock, gorgeous,” he growled against my mouth. “Now. Fucking come with me, Jolie.”

His words were a direct hit to my libido and my body shot off without any input from my brain. I screamed and bucked and shook, as desperate to get out of his grasp as I was for him to never let go.

We rode our orgasms together, bodies moving in perfect sync, the roar that left him more primal than anything I’d ever heard.

“Michael.” I whispered his name as he collapsed against me.

Holy fuck.

I was in so much trouble.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Boone

I woke the next morning to the savory smell of bacon mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Jolie’s side of the bed was empty, and I blinked against the sunlight streaming in from an arched window on the wall to my right.

As I got up and put on the pants I’d left on her floor last night, I wished I didn’t have to leave for practice. Last night had been the best first date of my life. We’d laughed, enjoyed a great meal and spent a couple of hours getting to know each other in bed. I wanted to do it again as soon as possible.

“Hey, good morning,” I said, admiring the view of her in nothing but a tank top and boxers as she poured a cup of coffee.

“Good morning,” she said, flushing slightly.

“What’s that for?” I asked, grinning.

She held out the cup of coffee, her brow furrowed. “It’s for…you?”

“Not the coffee,” I said as I took the mug. “But thank you. I meant the blush.”

“Oh.” She looked away, her cheeks a darker shade of pink now. “I was just thinking about last night.”

I set the coffee down and put my hands on her hips, drawing her closer to me. As I leaned in, I said, “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

Her breath hitched as I kissed her shoulder, slowly moving to her neck. She lifted her chin, giving me plenty of access.

“How can something that tickles also turn me on?” she asked lightly, her soft moan and warm skin making me hard.

I moved my hands higher, raising her tank top. She gasped as my fingers grazed the bottoms of her breasts.

“It’s too bad I have to go,” I said against her skin.

“What?” she squeaked.

“Yeah, I’ve got practice and I can’t show up wearing last night’s clothes.”

She groaned with frustration. “That’s not nice, getting me all worked up and then leaving.”

“I never said I was nice.”

I raised her top, baring her breasts and swiping my tongue over one of her nipples. She whimpered in response, trying to pull me closer.

“How long do you have?” she asked as I lifted her hips to ease her up onto the kitchen counter.

“What time is it?” I asked just before switching to her other nipple.

“Oh fuck…it’s, uh…7:51.”

“I’ve got about ten minutes.”

The alarm I’d set on my phone sounded from the bedroom, and the smell of burning bacon filled the air, but neither of us could pull our attention from the other.

“That’s enough,” she said, unfastening my pants.

I laughed against her neck. “So I can go fuck myself on breakfast, then, is that it?”

“Right. You started this, now finish it.”

Damn, I loved how assertive she was when it came to sex. She didn’t hold back and act like my pleasure was all that mattered. Too many women did that. Nothing turned me on like a woman who wanted to give and get.


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