Never Say Never (Western Wildcats Hockey #4) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, 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: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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She mulls over the suggestion. “You want to spend time together?”

“Yup. Quality time.”

Panic floods her eyes before it’s quickly shuttered away. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

It’s the same expression that flickered across her face when she spotted the photographers outside the restaurant earlier this evening. Which doesn’t make the least bit of sense.

“How else can we figure out if we’re compatible?” Before she can shoot down the idea, I blurt, “I should move in with you. If it doesn’t work out, we file for divorce and part ways amicably. I mean, we already told my parents the happy news.”

“You’re the one who told them.”

I shrug. “Does it really matter?”

“Yes.”

Brushing her response aside, I ask, “What do you say, Britt? Are you willing to give married life a whirl?”

“I think you might be crazy,” she whispers.

“So…is that a yes?”

Air stalls in my lungs as I wait for an answer.

The only thought pumping through me is the one that demands I lock this girl down tight and make her mine.

My gaze falls to her lower lip as she nibbles it.

“I can see you need more convincing.”

I wrap my hands around her ribcage and drag her up my body until my cock is nestled against the vee between her legs. That’s all it takes for me to turn to stone.

And it was more like five minutes, not ten.

No Gatorade necessary.

24

BRITT

A frown mars my expression as I hold the door open for Colby. His muscles bulge as he slides past with boxes stacked in his arms.

How exactly did I get myself into this?

One minute, the guy is sinking inside my body and the next, I’m agreeing to the suggestion that he move in.

Temporarily.

I glance around my apartment, no longer able to recognize the space.

Was it really less than an hour ago that it was neat and tidy? Everything in its place?

It now looks like a bomb exploded.

Guy stuff is strewn across every surface. We’re talking hockey gear, clothing, an X-box, books, and hair products…

Seriously?

It’s like he’s moving in forever.

Not just a few short weeks.

I rack my brain.

Did we set a firm timeline for this trial run?

If we did, it’s eluding me.

Panic floods my system.

I need to get ahold of myself.

I’m sure it’ll only take a week or two for both of us to realize that we have nothing in common.

Except good sex.

As far as I’m concerned, that doesn’t count.

He shifts the boxes before pausing. “Should I set this in the bedroom to unpack for later?”

Good lord…he really is taking over. It’s like the floodgates have opened and there’s no way to close them again.

“Yeah, I guess.”

He disappears inside the room before returning a few minutes later. My gaze tracks his movements as he beelines to the counter that separates the kitchen and living area and picks up a bottle of water before lifting it to his lips and chugging. My mouth turns cottony as he tips his head back until the corded muscles of his throat stand out in sharp relief.

Oh my.

My lady parts twitch in pure male appreciation before I stomp it out.

It takes effort to rip my attention away from the sight of him. I’m embarrassed to admit just how difficult it is to think straight when he’s in the vicinity.

All I can say is that the man dulls my senses.

Which makes me no better than all the puck bunnies who stalk him around campus.

A groan tries to work its way free from my throat.

He cocks his head. “I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say?”

Shit.

“Was it really necessary for you to move in?”

He leans against the counter and jerks a brow. “When else are we going to spend time together? Between hockey and classes, I don’t have a ton of it.”

True.

But still…

“Just seems a bit drastic…” I mutter, unsure what else to say.

“Maybe. But we’re married. And from what I’ve seen, married people cohabit.”

“So you keep telling me.”

His lips quirk and the delicate skin around his eyes crinkle.

How is it possible that the expression only makes him sexier?

I blink away those pesky thoughts.

They certainly aren’t helping matters.

He glances at his cell. “I have practice in a few hours. Want me to throw something together for dinner before I leave?”

I’m sorry…did I hear that correctly?

“Are you trying to tell me that you actually…cook?”

When he smirks, something pings at the bottom of my belly. “You don’t have to look so shocked. Haven’t you figured out yet that I’m a man of many talents?”

He’s not kidding.

“You’re a real renaissance man, Colby McNichols.” My attempt at sarcasm comes out sounding embarrassingly breathy.

“Mom taught me when I was a kid. It’s a good stress reliever.” He throws a wink in for good measure. “Although, not as relaxing as certain other recreational activities...”

I can’t help the way my lips twitch in amusement. It’s impossible not to smile and laugh in his presence. He has a real knack for lightening the atmosphere.


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