Reed Read online Sawyer Bennett (Cold Fury Hockey #10)

Categories Genre: Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Cold Fury Hockey Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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“So good,” he mutters, and then his mouth is back on me.

So fucking good.

Time loses its hold on both of us. I’m drowning in sensation, not only of what Reed is doing to me, but maybe even more so of what I’m doing to him. His hips buck under me, he sounds tortured and pleasured at the same time, and that turns me on so much I feel like I could be happy doing this to him for the rest of my days.

It feels like it goes on forever, but in truth, I don’t think it lasts very long at all. My orgasm crashes into me, blindsiding me so surprisingly that I lift my head and cry out Reed’s name.

“Christ,” Reed mutters against me, and as I stare blankly at the ceiling while I continue to quake, I’m vaguely aware of Reed starting to come. My hand strokes him while his hot release hits me in the chest as I hover over him. His hips continue to buck, pushing his cock through my grip in a concerted effort to jerk every bit out of him.

“Fuck, that was good,” he wheezes under me.

My body goes boneless, which has happened every single time Reed has made me come, and I flop over onto the mattress, my hand still loosely holding him. I can feel his semen trickling over my breast and down under my armpit, and I don’t give a crap either.

“I don’t think they’re going away,” Reed says, and I have no clue what he’s talking about.

I raise my head to look down the bed at him. “What?”

“Someone’s knocking on your door,” he says, and that’s when I hear the loud knocking.

“Shit,” I cry out as I fly of the bed.

Reed reacts to the panic in my voice and bounds up after me. “What?”

“I forgot Sutton and Rose were coming over this morning,” I say as I run to the bathroom, emerging two seconds later with my robe on. “You stay here. I’ll…um…go get rid of them. No, wait…I can’t do that. She’s coming to visit. You can just sneak out the window. No, we’re on the second floor, you’ll kill yourself.”

“Josie,” Reed says as he walks up to me, gloriously naked, his dick still half hard. His hands come to my shoulders. “Just go answer the door, tell her you overslept. Invite her in, tell her to make herself comfortable, and then you can come and get dressed, okay?”

Okay, I think. That sounds calm and rational.

I take a deep breath and nod vigorously. “Okay.”

I try to turn away from Reed toward my bedroom door, but his hands clamp hard on to me. I look up at him in question. His eyes drop to my chest and he says, “Um…you might want to wipe me off you before you answer the front door.”

My face flames hot as I look down to see the evidence of our happy times all over me. I pull the edges of my robe together and wipe it away, then overlap the sides so nothing’s visible.

“Damn, I’m a mess,” I mutter as I turn toward the door.

“A hot mess,” he says with a laugh, and I don’t bother to look back at him. I’m afraid I’ll laugh too.

I trot down the stairs, noting the knocking has stopped. When I throw the door open, I find Sutton halfway down my porch steps, a baby carrier in one hand.

She turns and looks at me with surprise. “Oh God…I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

I shake my head and motion for her to come back. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry it took me so long to get to the door. Come on in.”

Sutton beams a smile at me, and it’s not my imagination, but she looks more stunning to me now than she did that night of the party before she went into labor. Then she had a beautiful pregnancy glow going on, but now she’s practically radiating with happiness. I’m going to guess that’s motherhood.

As soon as Sutton walks in, I close the door behind her and make another apology. “I’m so sorry. Come on into the kitchen and I’ll start some coffee. Then I’ll just get some clothes on.”

“How about you go get dressed and I’ll make coffee,” Sutton suggests as she walks right past me and into the kitchen. She puts Rose’s baby carrier on the counter and I catch a small glimpse of a beautiful sleeping baby. “I can find what I need.”

“Oh, Sutton,” I exclaim softly. “She’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t she?” she exclaims proudly as she leans over the top and adjusts the blanket across Rose’s chest.

“Just perfect.” I hover over the top for a moment, watching the easy peacefulness of her slumber.

“Okay, coffee,” Sutton says, and I blink hard to get out of the baby-induced coma.

Still clutching my robe closed at the chest, I point with my other hand. “Coffee is in that cabinet there, coffeepot is pretty simple to figure out.”


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