Storm Damage Read Online C.P. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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“We just scored,” she shouted, turning in her seat so her legs hung over the back of the bleacher.

She looked like she was about to jump from the top. He gauged the distance to be six to eight feet. Not high enough to kill her, but the ground was slick from the snow. Before he could reach her to keep her from injury, she twisted her body and began to climb down the braces like a ladder, jumping the last few feet as he jogged up. When she turned to greet him, Logan scooped Skylar into his arms and slammed his mouth over hers, instantly feeling at peace. His demons had crept back into the forefront of his mind the past few hours, leaving him edgy. But one kiss from Skylar sent them scrambling for cover.

She melted into him as the people around them grew silent. He didn’t give a fuck if they were making a spectacle, he’d been thinking about her sweet lips the whole time he was gone and wasn’t waiting another second to have them.

Giggles filled the air as he pulled his head back and smiled down at Skylar. He was running his hand down her back to pull her closer, but closed his eyes and buried his head in Skylar’s neck instead when the female announcer, he now recognized as Jordan Reay, blurted out, “Mustangs line up in kickoff formation, while Logan Storm scores a first and ten in the bleacher section.”

Skylar burst out laughing as he lifted her off the ground and stepped beneath the bleachers so they were out of eyeshot, kissing her cold lips as she laughed.

“You’re freezing,” Logan mumbled against her mouth, then unzipped his coat so he could trap her to his body for warmth.

With a glint in her eye, Skylar ran her cold hands under his Henley and up his back. Logan didn’t twitch at the contact; he absorbed the feel of her hands on his skin and memorized them.

“Aren’t my hands cold?”

“Like ice. Why don’t you have gloves on?”

“I left them at the bar.”

“You need to keep a backup pair in your truck.”

The crowd roared above them, stomping their feet on the metal bleachers as shouts of, “Fumble,” echoed.

Skylar’s eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand, pulling him out from their cover so she could watch the game.

“Jake’s our quarterback,” she shouted over her shoulder, as she pulled him up the bleacher to the top. Kenzie was saving her seat when they arrived, but there wasn’t enough room for both of them, so Logan sat down and tugged Skylar onto his lap.

“What’s his number?” he whispered in her ear.

She held up a single finger then pointed. Jake was head and shoulders taller than any other player on his team, so he stood out. He was under center when Logan found the number one jersey. They recovered the ball on the opposing team’s twenty-yard line, so they were in the red zone. Logan rested his chin on Skylar’s shoulder as Jake snapped the ball, but they were on their feet when her brother ran rather than handing off the ball. Jake avoided two defenders, stiff-armed tacklers, and slipped in the snow all the way to the two-yard line before he was brought down.

Skylar whistled again, piercing his hearing, while she jumped up and down for her brother. Logan scanned the small field and noted everyone dressed in dark green and black, Ennis’ school colors, were just as excited. He’d heard more than once that Ennis was family, but seeing it firsthand burned a hole in his gut. He’d never belonged before the army. It was one of the things he missed most, besides his brothers. The camaraderie of knowing those around you had your back. Seeing how this small community stood together in triumph and loss was the same. Not only had he found a woman who could help him forget, he’d found a place he could plant roots with good people around him.

On the next play, Jake handed off the ball to their running back who was the shortest man on the field. The defense lost him in the huddle of bodies and didn’t find him again until he was five yards into the endzone. The moment the referee’s arms rose in a U to indicate a touchdown, a loud horn blasted the air. The crowd went wild around him, along with Skylar, who threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“We’re killing them,” she cried out, throwing her arms high. “Twin Bridges is our archrival. They won last year, so this is a grudge match.”

Logan sat, pulling Skylar back onto his lap, while they lined up in kickoff formation once again.

“Something tells me you were a cheerleader in your day.”

She beamed at him, shaking her head. “Water girl.”


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