In Your Pucking Dreams (Kings of Denver #2) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Denver Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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“Ugh, shut up,” she laughs as she rolls her eyes. “I was nervous your ego might have deflated with that punch, but it seems it’s intact. In fact, it might have even grown,” she smirks as we turn onto her street. “Be careful, you might not fit through the door anymore.”

I grab her around the waist and pull her back into my chest. “My ego isn’t the only thing that’s fucking big,” I murmur into her hair as I nuzzle in to find her neck.

As she feels my cock grinding against her, she rolls her tongue over her bottom lip, hunger in her eyes. “And hard . . .”

I grin. “And ready . . .”

I feel her thighs clench together as her bottom lip slips between her teeth. “Hmm, I don’t know,” she teases as she pretends not to be taken by my wicked charm. “I’ve had better . . . and bigger.”

“Liar,” I murmur as I scoop her up in my arms and rush her down her driveway. My lips crush against hers, and she’s stripped naked before we even make it to her bedroom.

Chapter 19

CASSIE

I’m trying to get my ass out the door, and Brianna is being a little bitch, apparently too sick to come with me to the boys’ game tonight. “Please,” I beg for the twentieth time to a girl who has been vomiting non-stop for the past twenty-four hours.

“You’ve got to be kidding, right?” she groans at having to engage in any type of communication. “You know I’d love to go. I hate missing games. I don’t think I’ve missed one of Bobby’s games since we were kids.”

“I know,” I mumble, as I sulk on the couch.

“And?” she prompts.

“And I’ll text you updates as it goes.”

“And?”

“And I’ll video all the important parts,” I say, mimicking her voice as I roll my eyes at her. “Though, I’m pretty sure you can watch it live somewhere.”

“Ugh,” she groans. “I don’t have the energy for that shit. Just send me the good stuff.”

“Fine,” I grumble, sinking back onto the couch again.

“Oh, and you better take your car. I think the boys would flip if they knew you walked all that way by yourself,” she tells me.

“Yes, Mother,” I smirk as she quickly sits up and holds her stomach.

I watch with bated breath as we wait to see what little game her stomach is going to play when she lets out a breath. “False alarm,” she says, relieved, before laying back down and pulling the blanket back over her shivering body.

I check the time on my phone, and I know it’s either leave now or miss the opening. And I have to admit, watching Jax leading his team out and taking the ice like an absolute God—so proud and full of confidence—it kind of gets me hot, and I don’t want to miss that.

I stand up and pull Jaxon’s jersey over my head, and a thrill runs through me knowing that I’m the woman who wears his name and number on my back. It makes me proud to be his girl. “Alright,” I tell Bri as I grab my keys. “I better go. Do you need anything?”

She looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes. “Could you grab my soup first?”

“Really?” I grin. “Maybe you should get your boyfriend to come and take care of you.”

“Shut up,” she says with a grin that she couldn’t possibly avoid as her mind goes straight to the guy who swore he would never be a one-woman kind of man. But I guess miracles do happen. “Carter doesn’t do sick, and besides, I don’t want him to see me like this. His idea of looking after me is sexual favors, and as much as I want that, I’d probably blow chunks all over him and ruin any chance of him returning.”

I try my best to shake the image out of my head as I stride to the kitchen to fetch the woman her soup. “You’d be surprised by the kind of stuff Carter would put up with for the woman he loves.”

She looks doubtful, but eventually allows me to leave.

A moment later, I’m piled into my car and backing out of the driveway. I turn up the volume on my playlist and belt out a little Celine Dion as I trek over to the ice rink, watching the clock as I get stuck in the roadwork on the main street.

A chuckle rips from my chest as I remember Jax and Bobby getting stuck at this exact same place only a few short months ago, stumbling across me and Brianna in our pole dancing class.

The clock continues to tick, and I get a sinking feeling that I’m going to miss the opening that I love so much. I fidget and tap my nails on the steering wheel as I anxiously wait for the traffic to move along. After another few minutes of not going anywhere, I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Jax.


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