Boone (Pittsburgh Titans #11) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
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“I feel it too. How can that be?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I reply, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. “It just is.”

Time doesn’t exist. I haul Lilly’s legs up, make sure she keeps them above my hips, and slowly pump in and out of her body. Her hands press to the sides of my neck, thumbs grazing over my jaw as she gyrates under me… drawing me in deeper.

Our eyes never break contact, even as our breathing turns ragged as the orgasms approach. There’s no special magic in the timing of it, but the tension coils inside me just as Lilly arches her back in the throes of release. It catapults me over the edge with her and I plant deep, my entire body shuddering with ecstasy.

“Jesus,” I grunt as I am held captive by the rolling wave of pleasure. My head falls to her shoulder and I can do nothing but ride it out. My whole body shakes from the force of my release and I’m utterly depleted.

Her fingers play at the back of my neck and I lift my head. I blink my eyes to find Lilly smiling at me with repletion. She brushes her lips against mine and then pulls me on top of her. Arms wrapped around me, she holds tight as we both float back down to earth.

CHAPTER 20

Lilly

“Are you sure this isn’t too much pasta salad?” I ask Boone nervously as we walk around the exterior of Baden and Sophie’s home. The instructions for arrival said to head directly to the backyard where the cookout will be held.

Boone glances down at the huge tinfoil tray of pasta salad that I made this morning at the deli and snorts. “For a professional hockey team? It’s not nearly enough.”

A moment of panic seizes me that I would be so stupid as to not make enough. “Shit… I knew I should’ve made another pan.”

Balancing the tray on his forearm, Boone reaches a hand around my neck and pulls me in for a quick kiss. “You’re adorable. But please know that this is plenty. We weren’t supposed to bring anything at all.”

Boone had told me that and was quite insistent I not make anything, but I’m sorry… you don’t go to a backyard cookout and not bring something for the hosts. It could be a bottle of wine or a bouquet of flowers, but when you’re feeding an army of hockey players, I figured food would be the most appreciated. I wouldn’t let him talk me out of it, so… big pan of pasta salad.

Whatever Boone sees on my face he doesn’t like. “Stop worrying and relax. Sophie and Baden will appreciate the effort for the food but there’s going to be plenty.”

“I just want people to like me,” I admit quietly.

“Everyone will adore you, just the way I do.” He releases his hold on me and puts his fingertips under my chin. “Besides… you’ve met most of these people already. Why are you really nervous?”

We’re standing in the side yard and can hear the sounds of the players and their significant others filtering from the back. Lots of laughter, some music in the background.

I shrug half-heartedly. “I think I feel a little out of place because maybe I shouldn’t be here?” I pose it as a question because I’m not sure if that’s the correct feeling, but it’s the best way I can describe it.

“Like you shouldn’t be allowed to have fun?” he asks for clarification. “Because if you feel guilty about leaving Aiden in the hospital this afternoon, he assured you that it was fine.”

I growl with frustration and huff out a breath. “I know he did and I know it’s okay. In my heart of hearts, I know it’s fine to leave him for a bit. It’s just hard for me to understand how my life has changed so drastically in such a short period. How did I go from being the caretaker of my family, including a sick brother, and now I’m at a Titans’ party?”

Boone smirks. “I think it’s more important to note that your boyfriend is a Titans player.”

“See… it’s plain weird I have a boyfriend. It just doesn’t seem right. Almost like it’s too fantastical.”

Waggling his eyebrows, Boone teases, “The things I do in bed to you are very fantastical, right?”

I’m way past being embarrassed by this. I’ve spent the last four nights in Boone’s bed and there’s not much we haven’t tried in that time. He’s unclipped some leash that was on me and this newfound freedom to be open in my desires for him has ensured that all inhibitions are gone. Let’s just say that neither of us has had much sleep the last few nights and I’m not sure how it’s possible for me to crave someone so much. I have no clue if this is even normal because my sexual experiences are so limited, but I’m thinking not. I also think that the reason I want him so much isn’t just because he’s gorgeous, sexy and has the amazing ability to make me see stars multiple times a night.


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