Fair Catch – The Portland Pioneers Read Online Heidi McLaughlin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“Depends on what kind of images you’re talking about. If they are of any part of you, no they definitely won’t help because I have such a fucking hard-on for you. All the time.”

“Do you think about me at practice?”

“Sometimes, and now that you bring it up, I think about us fucking in the locker room, weight room, trainer’s room. Hell, any place I frequent.”

“Jesus.”

“You’re telling me, Kels. Right now, I can picture us fornicating all over the place. You, me, and our naked bodies.”

I giggle. Alex freezes. “You said fornicate.”

“Sorry, my bad, dirty girl. Fucking. I can picture us fucking all over the facility.”

“You’d get fired.”

“It’d be worth it.”

“That’s the wrong brain thinking. Anyway, granny panties.”

“Are you wearing them?” He slips his hand down the back of my pants. “Nope,” he says after giving my thong a tug. “Try again.”

“Dentures.”

He shakes his head. “Blow job without fear of being bit.”

I look to the side, for any inspiration but see nothing except a woman standing not far from us with her phone pointed in our direction. I tell Alex and that seems to do the trick. He takes my hand and pulls me from the truck, shuts the door, and sets his alarm.

We rush across the street and duck into my building, saying nothing until we’re at my front door. “It’s hard being spontaneous when everyone is the paparazzi these days.”

“I get it.” Ever since the first couple of incidents with the media, they’ve left us alone. I’m grateful because I don’t like feeling like I can't be myself. Plus, I like meeting up with my coworkers and they don’t need their privacy invaded because of who I’m dating.

“Hey, you know what?” Alex says as we walk into the living room.

“What’s that?”

He walks to me and pulls me into his arms. “I’m falling in love with you.”

I search his eyes while my heart does a somersault and beats so fast, I fear he can hear it. I’ve long since fallen for him but hadn’t told him, mostly out of fear he wasn’t on the same page as me.

“Well, let me know when you’re over the edge because I’ll be waiting for you.”

TWENTY

ALEX

The Pioneers head into the Thanksgiving break with a sizable lead over our division rivals, making these few days relaxing. Of course, this puts a target on our back. We’re the defending Super Bowl champions and like with any team, we want to be in the big game at the end of the year. We want to repeat as champions, and I know we can do it. We have the team that can get the job done. Especially when I’m doing my job and getting the ball into my QB’s hands.

Kelsey lies next to me, with her head on my chest. Last night, she fell asleep while her fingers trailed the lines of my tattoo. I don’t know what time I finally closed my eyes, but as I held her, I came to the realization that I want her here, in my space permanently. But then, I started thinking about how she’d get back and forth to work. I’m at least thirty minutes from downtown, and that’s without traffic. Not to mention, she doesn’t drive. Kelsey could easily take Rizzo, or I could pay for a car service.

Or I could sell my house and buy an apartment downtown. Except I don’t want to live there. I love living up on the hill, away from the congestion and noise of the city. My backyard is an oasis, and it’s private. I know I could have some privacy and more security in an apartment—not that I need that—but city life isn’t for me. This place is, and I love where I live.

Kelsey stirs and I roll us onto our sides. Her hand trails up my chest, over my neck across my check and then her fingers trace my lower lip. I gently bite her finger, and in response, she hitches her legs over my hip.

“Hmm, good morning,” she says as encounters my morning wood. I flex my hips and rub my dick along her folds. Kelsey moans and reaches between us to stroke my cock.

“Kels . . .” Her name comes out as a warning, but it’s anything but. I’m a walking hard-on around her.

Her leg moves higher as she aligns herself for better access. My eyes roll back when the tip of my dick touches her sex. “You’re wet, honey. Did you have a dirty dream about me?” I ask as my fingers push into her.

“Yes,” she gasps, leaving me to wonder if it’s a yes about the dream or the fact that I’m fingering her. I could push for an answer, but the truth of the matter is, I don’t care. I know she thinks about me as much as I think about her.


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