Kind of a Hot Mess (The Mcguire Brothers #5) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Mcguire Brothers Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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My heart lurches into my throat. There are so many things I need to tell her, but right now, all I want to do is kiss her. Before I can stop myself, my good hand is curling around the back of her neck and pulling her lips to mine.

Our mouths crash together, and instantly, the air in the bathroom feels twenty degrees hotter. Her arms go around my waist with a groan that vibrates my lips as we kiss hard and deep, like we’ve been starved for each other.

I know I’ve been starved for her. For her sweetness, her passion, and those hungry sounds she makes as I slip my hand up the front of her sweater to cup her breast through her bra.

“We can’t,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Chase…”

“Chase is asleep and there’s a lock,” I say, kissing her back toward the door. When we reach it, I move my hand from her breast just long enough to flip the deadbolt.

“And ghosts, I can’t…” Her protest turns to a sigh as I tug the cup of her bra down, baring her breast and small, perfect nipple to my touch. “God, that feels good. I’ve been dreaming about that since November.”

“I jerk off to thoughts of you daily,” I confess, rolling her nipple in gentle circles. Our kiss grows hotter, hungrier, her tongue dancing with mine as she arches closer. Then, she reaches down, capturing my cock in her hand, making me groan.

Pleasure surges across my skin, so powerful that for a moment, I forget I’m broken and try to grip Mel’s waist with both hands—the better to push her back against the door, lift her thigh over my shoulder, and devour her pussy, the way I’ve been dreaming about. But a sharp jolt of pain stabs through my shoulder, turning my groan into a hiss of agony. I tense against Mel, and she instantly senses a shift in the mood.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Tried to use the bum arm,” I grit out, wincing. “But it’s fine. Already feeling better. Just give me a second.”

“No, we should stop.” She moves from under my other arm, but I catch a handful of her sweater. She turns to face me, her back now to the open room. “Seriously, this attraction is still going to be here when you’re better and there’s no risk of derailing your recovery.”

“Fuck my recovery,” I say. “I need my mouth between your legs. Seriously, eating your pussy is going to help my recovery more than anything modern medicine has to offer.”

She bites her bottom lip, making me want to do the same. “You’re crazy.”

“No, I just…need you. I need to take care of you. Help you take the edge off.”

“How about you let someone take care of you for a change,” she whispers. Before I can reply, her hand is flat on my stomach, pushing me gently but firmly back against the door. Then, she’s on her knees in front of me, dragging her tongue up the aching length of my erection, and I’m in heaven.

Heaven and hell…

I want so badly to lift her into my arms and fuck her against the wall or take her on the floor from behind with one hand fisted in her hair while the other swats that tight little ass. Sadly, that’s not in the cards for an injured man, but I can thread my good hand into her hair, relishing the feel of the silky strands as her lips close around my cock.

“Fuck, Melly,” I murmur as she sucks me deeper, her tongue swirling around my tip before she keeps going,

She sinks down, down, making my pulse race as she takes every inch into her hot mouth. She pauses at the end of her journey, cradling my balls in one hand as she continues to suck me, wrenching a tortured sound from my chest.

She pulls back, still playing with my balls as she asks, “Okay?”

“No,” I pant. “Not okay. I’m going to come in five seconds. Especially if you keep doing that.”

“This?” She cradles my nuts, teasing them back and forth, sending fire shooting up my spine.

“Yes, fuck,” I say, my voice rough. “Your touch. It’s so fucking good, Mel.”

“It can get even better,” she says, flicking her tongue across my leaking tip, making my knees weaker than they were before. “Do you trust me?”

Looking down at her pretty face as she kneels in front of me, clearly eager to give me pleasure, I can’t think of a time I’ve trusted someone more. I nod. “Yeah, I do. Why? Are you about to ruin me for other women?”

She nods—calm, confident, and sexy as hell. “Yes, I am.”

Then her mouth is surrounding me again, sucking me, owning me with every roll and pulse of her tongue against my shaft. She continues to pay life-changing attention to my balls, as well.


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