Hard Love (Trophy Boyfriends #3) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Trophy Boyfriends Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 91501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
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“It’s not a dildo!” I want to lunge forward and grab it, but I also do not want to look like a complete mental person by leaping across the bed.

“Yes it is.” He wobbles it.

“No it’s not!” Because I hate that word and refuse to lay claim to owning one. “There’s a huge difference.”

“Fine.” His finger pokes at the gold power button. Then he crosses his arms and the entire jiggly pink wonder disappears beneath his folded forearms. “What’s the difference?”

My brain scrambles. I pull the phone from my pocket and google ‘What’s the difference between a dildo and a vibrator?’ I read the results. “A vibrator contains a battery, or USB, so it is electronic and can vibrate, while a dildo has no battery or power source and cannot vibrate.” I thrust my phone in his direction. “See?”

“That doesn’t prove your point. They’re both rubber cocks.” He unceremoniously tosses the pink bullet to the bed. “The only difference is one needs a battery.”

He strolls out of the bedroom, as if he didn’t just manhandle my vibrator, call it a cock, then toss it on the bed casual as you please.

Tripp and Buzz are back outside, and when I look down to the street at them standing beside his truck, sweat forms on my brow.

Oh god—is he telling his brother he just found a dildo in my bedroom? Probably. Hollis did say they tell each other everything; why wouldn’t he give him this scoop?

I straighten my spine; Buzz wouldn’t care even if his brother did tell him my little secret. Still. I stare at them out by the truck, watching like a hawk, until Hollis interrupts my little spy session.

“They have to be almost done, yeah?” She’s standing beside me now, gazing out at her fiancé adoringly, fiddling with the large diamond on her ring finger.

They are almost done, having made quick work of unloading the pickups, contents almost entirely in the house. These boys aren’t messing around.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Hollis wonders.

Dildos and vibrators.

“Not sure.”

“They really don’t have a ton of time to dawdle—Tripp has to get to the stadium.”

“What time is his game?”

“Seven.”

Dang. One game eats up the whole day? I did not know that.

My cousin gives me a sidelong look. “We’re watching it at home if you want to come over. I’ll make a charcuterie board and you can chill.”

“Ugh, that sounds delightful, but I should unpack. At the rate I’m going, I’ll never get moved in before the wedding.”

“If you change your mind, I’ll send you the address again.”

Hollis moved in with Buzz shortly after they got engaged and I’m renting her old townhouse. It kind of worked out perfectly, the timing and all.

“I will.” I hug her even though she’s been at my place for the past forty-five minutes, licking at donuts and drinking her coffee.

They’re here another twenty minutes while the boys haul boxes in, now stacking them two, three high—as many as possible without things toppling over, not because they’re in a rush to unload the bed of the truck, but because they’re…it’s some weird sibling rivalry thing.

Buzz has two boxes that must be heavy, but Tripp has three, giving his brother a jab with his hip just as they reach the stairs. Buzz stumbles, curses.

“Tripp, knock it off!”

Tripp laughs, loud and good-humored—I can’t see his face, but I imagine the whole thing has been transformed by that laugh, smile shielded behind the stack of boxes in his strong arms.

“Where do you want these?” his voice asks.

“Living room.”

Before I know it, I’m collapsing on my couch—not from exhaustion, but from the piles of totes and boxes, hours’ worth of work taunting me.

I order a pizza and, sighing, heave myself off the sofa.

Time to get to work.

Five

Tripp

Tonight I was able to dress myself.

I grunt, sliding down out of my pickup truck, feet hitting the pavement of the church my brother is going to be married in.

I’m late by an hour, not because I was fucking around at home, but because I’ve been at work, stretching with the trainer after a minor injury from last week’s preseason game.

My brother and Hollis tried their best to book their wedding for a weekend Buzz and I both were in the off-season, but that was a damn near impossible feat and they weren’t able to pull it off.

We are never not training, so even though I don’t have any games, haven’t started my regular season, and we’re still only working out and practicing, the season is rapidly approaching.

Choosing a wedding date was like moving mountains, and in the end, they sandwiched it between Buzz’s baseball season and my football schedule.

My hair is still damp from the shower I hastily took before leaving the stadium, the clothes on my back a little casual for a church rehearsal, which I’ll hear about from my mother as soon as she catches sight of me.


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