Lucky Bastard – Cocky Hero Club Read online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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“Landon.” My name is a whispered plea. “I need you.”

Something happens. I don’t know what this feeling is. My heart races, my palms sweat, and my stomach flutters at her confession. I’ve never wanted anyone to need me. I’ve even had women say those same three words to me in the past, but none of them made me feel this way. None of them made me feel… breathless.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” I murmur before climbing on the bed and settling between her thighs. She wraps her legs around me, causing me to fall into her. I’m worried I’m going to crush her, but her laughter tells me that’s not the case. “I’m supposed to be taking my time with you,” I say, pressing my hands flat on the bed on either side of her head.

“I’m ready now.”

“You sure about that?” Needing to be sure, I balance my weight on one arm and slide a hand between us. Painfully slow, my fingers find their way to her clit and lower as I guide one then two inside her.

“Told you,” she breathes. Her eyes are shut and her head is tilted back.

“Open your eyes, Em.” I wait until she’s looking at me. “This for me?” I ask, slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her.

“You know it is,” she sasses.

“You’re making this very difficult for me to worship you.”

“Next time,” she states as she locks her knees around me, not letting me go.

My cock brushes against her pussy and a shiver races down my spine. “Condom.” My voice is gravelly. She reaches beside her and hands me one from the strip. I pull away from her, and she whimpers when the connection between us is broken. “I had plans,” I tell her as I rip open the little foil packet and slide it over my length. “I wanted to take my time with you. I wanted our first time together to be magical, a night we would both always remember.”

Her eyes soften. “Anytime with you is magical, Landon. We’re in this, right? The two of us? We’ll have time to go slow and explore later. Right now, I need you. I feel like we’ve had weeks of foreplay and then last night… I want this. I want you,” she confirms.

I hover over her, and her legs are once again fastened behind my back. Her eyes are locked with mine. “You’re beautiful.” She is. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. Her face is void of makeup and her freckles are on display. Just a light dusting, but I love them and plan to trace them with my tongue later. She’s real. She’s here for the right reasons. I can feel it deep in my soul. As I stare into her eyes, I know I’m falling in love with her. Hell, I might already love her. There has never been anyone like Emma Deaton in my life.

Reaching between us, I guide my cock into her entrance, and her back arches off the bed. I freeze, giving her time to adjust to me, but she lifts her hips, seeking more.

More of me.

More of us.

“Landon.” Her voice is a half plea, half moan.

“Tell me what you need, Em. You’re in control here.” She has no idea how true those words are. I would do anything for her.

“All of you.”

With a nod, I give her my acceptance. I give her all of me. Not just my cock, but my heart. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Like being inside her is being home. Like nothing else in this entire world matters. Football is the closest I’ve come to ever feeling like this and it doesn’t hold a candle to Emma.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Number Eighteen?” She smirks up at me.

That’s when I realize I’ve just been holding myself still inside of her while my mind wanders, thinking about what she means to me. She has no idea what I’m thinking, but I appreciate her eagerness and playfulness. That too is something new. Maybe because I’ve never known any of the other women like I know Emma. Maybe it’s because my heart is involved, but my guess is it’s just her, just Emma. Everything I feel is because she is who she is.

And she’s all mine.

Chapter 17

Emma

He winks and rocks his hips forward, eliciting a moan from deep inside my chest. He looked all too serious there for a minute and, if it had not been for the fact that he was buried deep inside of me, I might have wondered if he was regretting this. However, I know that’s not the case. Not now he’s moving—pulling out and pushing back in, taking his time teasing me.

“Now’s not the time for games, Barker. Let’s leave that out on the field, ’k?” I tap my hands against his rock-hard chest that’s vibrating with laughter.


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