Sweet Collide Read Online Ava Harrison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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“Fine,” Cassidy huffs out. She then rolls her eyes at me. “Aiden Slate, will you make all my fantasies come true and play with my…” Her hand reaches up and covers her face. “Play with my pussy.”

“Your wish is my command.”

With that, I lean forward, placing my mouth on hers and kissing her senseless.

Since we’re stuck at the very top of the Ferris wheel, we should have a bit of time before anyone can see us, but I don’t want to risk it, so as I deepen the kiss, I place my hand on the exposed flesh of her thigh, trailing my finger under the hem of her shorts until I’m able to push the cotton that covers her pussy aside.

A shudder runs through her at my touch. Her hips lift to urge me to move.

I do.

Swirling my finger over her clit.

A sexy moan escapes her mouth at the contact, but I don’t worry about being caught. The music playing covers her cries.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

My fingers dip down to her opening.

Her lids flop down as I push one finger inside her.

“Can anyone see?” she whispers.

“Oh, now you care.” I laugh as I start to pull my finger out.

She shakes her head back and forth, lifting her hips to thrust my finger back in.

“No one can see us,” I tell her, and it’s true. Despite the flashing lights of the ride, it’s still too dark to see anything.

I pull my finger out, lifting it to my mouth to taste her, then I lower my hand back down and push inside her.

One finger.

“So wet for me. I bet you’d like it if I let you ride my cock up here.”

At my words, she spreads her legs wider, giving me better access, and I take advantage of that, thrusting into her roughly.

I slam another finger inside her as I move my thumb to her clit, fucking her tight pussy while working her bundle of nerves at the same time.

Her sounds make my dick hard. My cock throbs in my pants, begging for release, but this is about her. Her fantasy.

“Open your eyes, Cass. Let me see you come.”

Beautiful blue orbs meet mine, pupils dilated and desperate for release.

I pick up my pace, and her eyes roll back as her walls clench around me.

A tortured cry flies from her mouth as she comes.

“Good girl.”

The past few days have been a mess. After my date with Cass, practicing became extra grueling, which, in turn, brought extra stress to both of us.

I know why I’m stressed, but I’m not sure what’s bothering her.

I’m missing something. This just can’t be because of me.

I know I’m a lot to handle, but this is something else.

A huge something at that.

Something she said days ago keeps playing out in my head. I try to push the thought away, but I can’t.

Her words torture me.

Everyone has secrets…

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I need to get my head in the game, because yesterday, my playing was certainly affected.

Yes, we won game one, but we lost game two, and I was definitely the weak link. Something that has never been associated with Aiden Slate.

Today, I have a minute to myself, not something that happens often, but I’ll take it.

Cass is God knows where, doing God knows what.

Knowing her, she’s at the market picking up my Sweet Tarts.

I smile to myself.

Even now, after everything, she’s still always going out of her way for me. Taking care of me.

My smile drops from my face as my mind wanders back to those fears creeping in. I wonder what happened to her. Who hurt her?

Trying to distract myself, I set off to do some of my pre-game rituals. I need the comfort they provide me.

I’ve already cleaned, so now I need to watch the footage from my last game and analyze what I could have done better.

Everything.

That’s what.

There’s not one thing that could help me because I just sucked, plain and simple, and that’s a hard pill to swallow. I let my team down.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone.

“Slate. What’s going on?” Mike answers. “You all set for today?”

“Yes, but that’s not why I’m calling.”

“Okay,” he says, and I hear him typing on the other end. “What’s going on?”

“Your guy…”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific. Which guy?”

“The PI,” I say. “I want to know what info he found when we looked into Pip.”

Mike grunts. “There was nothing. She completely disappeared after she turned eighteen.”

I groan, running my hand through my hair. “There’s got to be more.”

“What do you mean?” His voice is hard. Questioning.

“Forget it. I’ll talk to you later. Also send me your guy’s number,” I say, hanging up.

We already exhausted that, and I need to organize my thoughts before I bring Mike or anyone else into it.


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