Hate You Always (Western Wildcats Hockey #1) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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Five minutes later, we’ve slid into his truck and are heading toward campus. Alternative rock fills the silence between us. After what happened the last time we were together, the atmosphere is a little awkward. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m the awkward one.

I clear my throat, needing to fill the silence. “Let me guess, you’re not going to tell me what we’re doing.”

“Nope.” His gaze flickers to me as he pops the P at the end of the word.

“I suppose I could figure it out by going through the list and eliminating what’s already been ticked off.”

“Sure, go for it,” he says easily, a smile simmering around his lips.

“Obviously not going to get drunk at another party. Been there, done that.”

“With flying colors,” he tacks on.

I snort.

“And I’ve already made out at the library.” I glance at him from the corner of my eye as his lips continue to bow up at the corners. That’s when I realize just how much he’s enjoying this. “So, we’re not going there.”

“Correctamundo.”

“And you’ve already given me the big O in the truck…”

His head whips toward mine. “I told you that didn’t count.”

There’s significantly less humor lacing his voice now as the low timbre of it scrapes at my insides.

“So you claimed.”

I’m so attuned to the man next to me that I barely notice when he pulls into the parking lot of the athletic center and slides into a spot near the front entrance of the building before cutting the engine. He swivels toward me and slides his hand around the curve of my jaw.

“I told you the other night that you’ll check off number six when I’m buried deep inside your pussy.” His gaze searches mine carefully. “Understand?”

That’s all it takes for arousal to explode in my core and air to catch at the back of my throat.

When I remain silent, his brows rise, and his grip tightens around my jaw. “Juliette?”

“I got it.”

His gaze drops to the movement and a groan rumbles up from deep in his throat.

For a second or two, I wonder if he’ll close the distance between us and kiss me again like he did the other night. I’ve dreamed about the way he took my mouth and what it felt like to grind on his thick erection.

Instead, his fingers loosen as he relaxes against the leather seat. My body trembles as I attempt to fight my way free of the thick haze that cocoons itself around me at his slightest touch.

I’m not sure it’s possible.

Ryder McAdams has always had this kind of effect on me. All he has to do is lay hands on my body and my world gets turned upside down and inside out. It’s as exhilarating as it is frightening.

I rip my gaze away in an attempt to regain my equilibrium. As I do, my attention falls on the athletic center.

My brows pinch together as I stare at the sprawling building. “What are we doing here?”

The smoldering look dissolves as secrets dance in his eyes. It’s enough to steal my breath away, just as much as the hot look that had flashed across his face earlier.

“Haven’t figured it out yet?”

I draw the corner of my lip into my mouth and chew it as I contemplate the situation. Without further explanation, Ryder exits the vehicle and walks around the hood before popping open the passenger side door.

“Come on, Miss smarty pants.” He extends a hand for me to take. “Tell me what your theory is.”

“I’m not sure,” I mutter. For the first time in my life, my brain is failing me. It’s not working properly. Although, I think that has more to do with the guy at my side than anything else. His nearness makes it impossible to think straight.

Ryder flashes a grin. “Good. I like keeping you on your toes.”

Even though nerves gleefully eat away at my insides, I place my fingers in his and allow him to help me from the vehicle. The moment our hands touch, energy sizzles through the tips. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to the sensation.

He clicks the locks on his truck as we head to the main entrance of the sprawling building. That’s when I notice his vehicle is the only one parked in the lot.

“What are we doing here if the place is closed?”

Once we make it to the sidewalk, we swing to the right, walking around the massive brick structure to a plain metal door that’s been propped open.

My brows skyrocket as Ryder meets my inquisitive stare. “A friend works here as a custodian. I told him that we wanted to borrow the facilities for a couple of hours.”

“Why?” I ask, pitching my voice low as we slip through the door.

It takes a minute or two for my eyes to adjust to the murky darkness. Ryder turns on his phone flashlight before his other hand slips around mine to tow me down the long stretch of deserted corridor.


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