Plays Well With Others (How to Date #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: How to Date Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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“Had a feeling I’d need them.”

I drag my nose along the side of her neck. She smells good with orange blossom. And, like now, without orange blossom. “Should have brought one more pair.”

On a soft rumble in her throat, she turns around, her back to the counter now, her gaze meeting mine. It’s the first time she’s looked at me since I came in from my run. Her eyes pop as she checks me out. “You’re sweaty.”

She sounds…enchanted.

“I am.”

“I just learned I like sweat,” she whispers as she reaches for the bottom of my gray T-shirt.

Then my sexy friend yanks off my shirt, slides her hands up my chest, and pinches a nipple like she’s testing that out.

I draw in a sharp breath.

She bites the corner of her lips, then, keeping her gaze on me, she strays to the other side, pinching that one, too, then rubbing her thumb across it. I grit my teeth. She covers my pecs with her hands, lifting her chin, looking pleased.

Proud.

Excited.

“You like that,” she says, as if she’s discovered treasure.

My heart speeds up, right along with my dick, which is insistent and throbbing. “I do,” I say, then I lift her up, letting her wrap her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.

I learn two things—that she used the toothbrush and that she comes fast first thing in the morning.

Oh, and here’s a third—a run doesn’t get her out of my system at all.

Twenty minutes later, I’m making her a cup of espresso in the kitchen as she twists her hair into a bun. She’s fully dressed and about to take off.

But first, caffeine.

“You’ll be addicted to my coffee in no time. Monroe is,” I say, then hand her a little cup.

After a hearty inhale, she takes a thirsty sip, then nods approvingly. “You’re a badass barista,” she says, then sets down the cup and opens a cupboard.

“Help yourself,” I tease as I work on making another espresso.

With an I’ve got this smile, she finds the cheese-grater mug, fills it with water and heads to the window to feed Jane.

That warm, buzzy feeling is returning to my chest once again. It feels like sunlight as I watch Rachel do this little thing for me—water a plant.

When she returns to the kitchen, she sets down the mug in the sink and checks the time on her phone. “I should get out of here. I’ll shower at home.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Because if you got in the shower with me, you’d want to ride me again?”

“Yes,” she answers with a smile. Not a smirk. Not a sly grin. Just a straightforward smile that doesn’t feel friendly. It feels borderline…romantic. For a second, maybe more, I imagine days like this. Her and me, here together in the morning.

But then, she blinks off the soft look, like she’s resetting.

That’s a reminder. I ought to do the same.

I clear my throat as I pour the next cup. “How are things going at the store? Any better?”

“Business is starting to pick up. I think maybe it’s the Date Night thing.”

“Nice! I’m seriously stoked that this deal is working out for you. I’ll be sure to get the new video up soon,” I say, and that gives me something else to focus on rather than these pesky feelings. Something helpful and productive for her.

“You’re the best,” she says with a friendly smile.

Friendly.

That’s what we are. Even if she flashes a romantic grin now and then. Even if we fuck like crazy. And even if mornings feel so damn good when we’re together. No matter how nice this feels, it’s ultimately just friendly for her. I might be craving more, but that doesn’t matter. It’s not in the plan.

She drains the rest of her cup when there’s a knock on the door. Her brow knits. “You get visitors at this hour?”

I groan. “Just Monroe. Want me to not answer it?” I ask. I hadn’t thought about what our friends would say if they found out we were messing around. “I can ignore him.”

“I don’t mind,” she says, mostly upbeat, but I can’t quite read the meaning behind her tone. Does it mean something that she doesn’t mind? Or does it mean nothing? Then she adds, with a wince. “Juliet and Elodie know. Is that okay? I told them you made me, um, see stars.”

Way to win over my dirty heart. “Next time it’ll be galaxies.”

“Think big, Carter. How about a parallel universe?”

I wink at her. “Done. And it’s more than okay that they know,” I say as Monroe raps again.

Rachel laughs. “He’s persistent.”

“And addicted to my brew,” I say as she heads over to open the door for him.

On the other side, Monroe’s fist is raised, and I swear he’s about to say what took you so long. But in a second he rearranges his expression, nods to Rachel, and says, “That tracks.”


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