Kiss My Pucking Bass (Kings of Denver #3) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Denver Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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The corner of his lips pull up into a wicked smirk, his eyes drawing me in. “Yeah, you need to deal with this,” he says, throwing the blanket back and showing off that delicious, rock-hard cock. My mouth waters, even more so when he grips the base of it and slowly begins stroking himself.

My pussy throbs.

The need is too much, and I go to take a step back into my room, mesmerized by the way his fingers move up and down his cock, when reality comes slamming back to me. I remember the way he looked hunched over the bar last night, blood smeared across his body. I can’t. He needs to heal, and I’ll be damned if I’m the reason for it taking any longer than it should.

I shake my head, a manic grin stretching across my face. “Nice try,” I tell him. “Tempt me all you want, but it won’t change the fact that you’ll be fucking nothing but your hand this morning.”

“Babe,” he groans.

“I’ll see you soon.” I wink as I exit the room and dash out the front door before he has a chance to try and change my mind again.

“You owe me,” he calls.

I laugh as I make my way downstairs and out the front door of Micky’s, knowing damn well that I owe him, and I plan on making it up to him in a big way. But he’ll be fine with blue balls for now. Besides, his blue balls will match his bruises, and I can’t resist a coordinated man.

Heading down the street, I enjoy the early morning breeze as it brushes past my face and blows my hair back behind me. I turn into the mall and search the stores until I come across the pharmacy. Quickly making my way inside, I get busy stocking up on everything Xander could possibly need over the next few weeks—painkillers, antiseptic cream, bandages, and more.

Next, I hit up the grocery store.

Figuring a guy like Xander is going to rid my home of all its edible contents within the first half hour, I stock up on everything that I know he likes, being careful that I don’t get anything that goes against his strict diet. But it’s not easy. I’ve never had to think so hard about nutrition in my life, and I hope I’m picking up all the right things.

As I’m heading back out toward the street, I walk past a lingerie store. Glancing through the window as I pass, something inside has me stopping and backtracking to the door. A wide grin stretches across my face, knowing I don’t really have the funds to spend the extra money, but I can’t possibly resist. I push through the door, my gaze fixed on the costume before glancing at the store attendant. “I’ll take that one.”

By the time I get home, my arms ache from the shopping bags, and I realize it probably would have been a good idea to let Xander tag along. You know, if he weren’t in bed recovering from being jumped by four assholes with a baseball bat. Besides, if he had come, his surprise would be spoiled.

“That was quick,” Xander calls out from the bedroom as I dump all the bags on the counter and start putting groceries away. I roll my eyes. That wasn’t even close to being quick. He must have dozed off without even realizing.

I grin to myself before the comment flies out of my mouth. “Not as quick as you were the other night.”

“Fucking smart-ass,” I hear him mutter.

Walking into the kitchen, I start putting the groceries away. “Are you hungry?”

“Depends.”

I shake my head as a smile rips across my face. “On?” I ask, already knowing what he’s going to say.

“Are you on the menu?”

“Ha, ha. You’re so very original, Xander Phillips,” I tease.

“Please,” he scoffs. “I’m fucking hilarious.”

I roll my eyes as I ignore his comments and get started on breakfast. A few minutes later, I call out for him, letting him know the food is ready and place it down on the coffee table. Moving into the bedroom to help him, I find him already out of bed and striding toward me, doing a good job of ignoring the pain that must be tormenting his whole body.

We eat on the couch then put on a movie, which the big guy promptly falls asleep during. Wanting him to rest, I quietly get up and take our dishes back to the kitchen before cleaning up and putting on another movie, keeping the volume down low.

As I’m singing along to “(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” at the end of Dirty Dancing, Micky’s phone rings on the coffee table. Not wanting the call to wake Xander, I quickly jump up and answer it, assuming it’s most likely a vendor. Accepting the call, I shove the phone against my ear and start making my way to the door, ready to find Micky if the call is important.


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