Shattered Truths – Lies, Hearts & Truths Read Online Helena Hunting

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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
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I go back to my place and find everyone in the living room. Lovey is sandwiched between Lacey and Quinn on the couch, and River and Josiah are crammed in the lounger together, looking damn well adorable. Rose is curled up in a beanbag chair on the floor. Laughlin, who randomly shows up these days, is lying on the floor, using the corner of Rose’s beanbag chair as a pillow. It looks super uncomfortable.

Lovey frowns. “Where’s BJ?”

“He fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.” I drop into one of the gaming chairs.

“After you boned?” Rose hands me a box of chocolates and the flavor map.

“Sadly, no.” I find a vanilla buttercream and pop it into my mouth before I pass the box to Quinn.

“We vacated the premises so you could have the place to yourself.” Rose motions to the TV. “And now I’m invested in this ridiculous movie, so I have to watch to the end, even though it’s highly predictable.”

“We’re probably missing key plot points with all your moaning,” Laughlin grumbles.

“Who even invited you?” She pokes him in the cheek with her toe.

“I would not recommend doing that again unless you want to be minus a toe. It’s rather difficult to pirouette without them.”

“Whatever, Dracula. I quit ballet, so my toes are no longer essential.” She turns back to me. “Go back and wake him up.”

“He’s exhausted. He needs the sleep. He’ll text if he wakes up.”

But I have a feeling he won’t. He’s been burning the candle at both ends, and I don’t want to be the reason something happens to him on the ice.

30 THE FALL I DIDN’T KNOW WAS COMING

BJ

We work it so Winter drives me and picks me up from skate practice with Adele at least once a week. It means we get a little extra time together. And I’ve started setting an early alarm so we can have morning sex at least once a week. We also try to have breakfast together and meet for lunch often. Twice we’ve gone home for a little lunchtime fun, but we were almost late getting back to campus both times, so that’s off the table.

Winter is settling into college life, finding the balance between school, hockey, and friends. My parents brought her mom to visit and see her play last weekend. They won the game, and we went out for a celebratory dinner. Everything seems to be going smoothly. Well, almost everything.

Adele has on days and off days, and it’s tough to predict what version I’ll be skating with. The closer we get to this competition, the more ice time she wants. The last few days she’s been handling the complicated combinations, though, so that’s good. I can’t record all the time, and when I’ve managed to do so lately, I seem to get the sessions where she’s nearly flawless, so I can’t figure out where we’re going wrong. And when my mom comes up on the weekends, Adele’s skating has been on point.

Today is one of the days Winter is driving me in and picking me up. She has hockey practice in an hour, and I have to be at the rink in thirty minutes.

“You almost ready to roll?” I drop my bag on the floor as I scroll through the latest message from Adele. She’s been slightly better about being on time-ish lately.

“Just having a snack first, but yeah.”

I look up from my phone in time to watch her lips wrap around a banana. She’s wearing a tank, no bra, and a pair of running shorts.

“Oh fuck me,” I groan. “Come on, Snowflake. This isn’t fair. I gotta be on the ice in thirty.”

She looks down at her outfit. “I should probably find a bra and some pants, shouldn’t I?” She moves toward my bedroom.

“Where’s Quinn? And Rose?”

“Quinn went over to my place about an hour ago. I think he’s helping Lovey with an assignment. And Rose is in class.”

“So the house is empty?”

“It is.” She tips her head. “Wanna see how fast you can make me come?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” She pulls a condom out of the key pocket in her running shorts. I nab it from her and toss it on the counter before I yank her shorts down her thighs. She kicks them off, and I back her up against the island, wrap my hands around her waist, and lift her onto the counter.

“It’s Thursday, isn’t it?”

“One of my favorite days of the week.” Winter groans when I squeeze her ass.

I drop to my knees, and she shimmies to the edge of the counter and parts her legs. There’s no teasing, no working up to anything. I latch onto her clit and suck hard.

“Fucking Jesus, Randall. Oh my God.” She frees the tie from my hair and shoves her fingers in it, rolling her hips in time to the swirl of my tongue. It only takes a few minutes to get her close to an orgasm, but I want to be inside her when she comes, so I stop when she starts to tremble.


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