One Steamy Pucking Meet Cute (Frosty Harbor #3) Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Frosty Harbor Series by Penelope Bloom
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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I chew the corner of my lip. “So you liked that? I could ask Paisley if there are any more balloons… I could put one right here and give it a run for its money.” I lay my hand on his lower belly, letting my fingertips drag a teasing path downward.

If he’s sexually frustrated, he can join the freaking club. I’ve still been fighting back waves of heat since he gripped my hips and railed me in front of everybody I’ve ever known. Sure, our clothes were on, and it was for the sake of balloon popping… but I didn’t miss the hard shape of his arousal pressing against my ass. I’ve been practically torturing myself with memories of how it feels to have him inside me ever since.

“Fuck the balloon,” he growls, pulling me onto his lap.

“Oh. I was thinking of fucking the hockey player, but if you insist, I can–”

I laugh when he stands suddenly. I have to hook my heels around his waist as he hoists me up and tosses me on the bed.

“Close your eyes, Walker. Mommy is going to be naughty.”

Walker is out cold, but he’s also still so little that he’s completely oblivious to stuff like this. It wouldn’t phase him if I invited a full-sized bear into the bedroom and staged a boxing match.

Jake yanks his shirt over his head, powerful body catching every shadow and hint of light in my dim bedroom. The sinew in his muscles stretches and moves as he positions himself above me, eyes absolutely lit with starvation.

“You know,” I say, faking a yawn. “I’m actually pretty tired. I don’t know if–”

He shuts me up with a kiss.

It’s exactly what I’ve been missing for these last few months.

His lips are the perfect blend of soft and firm. His touch is commanding. His body is heavy on mine and dizzyingly warm in all the right ways.

I squirm under him. “I’ve wanted this.”

“How bad,” he asks, pulling my shirt up and cupping my breast before he even gets it over my head like he can’t help himself.

“So bad,” I moan, rocking my hips up for him.

In some distant corner of my brain, I’m aware that he might be dodging the real problems–that he’s just using our mutual need to shove all the emotional questions lingering between us into the closet. But right now, none of that matters. We’ve done the whole “sex first, ask questions later” thing enough times that I know the drill. I can deal with the insecurity tomorrow.

Tonight, I’m all his.

We take turns peeling the clothes off each other between a frenzy of kisses and greedy hands. By the time we’re done, I’m only wearing one sock, which somehow makes me feel even more naked than if I had nothing on at all.

I dig my sock-clad heel into the back of his thigh, urging his delicious weight down on me.

I feel the shape of his hardness between my legs, teasing me as he slides up and down my slit with his length, drawing tendrils of agonizing pleasure straight from my belly to my core.

“I’m already close,” I breathe.

“I love how fast you come for me,” he rasps in my ear.

“I want you inside me. I want you to come with me.”

“Fuck,” he groans. He’s inside me so quickly I could almost laugh if I wasn’t already half-blind with ecstasy.

I pull him in with my heels, and he drives in deep. He moves slowly, even though I can tell he wants to go faster. He’s savoring this, and I love that he is.

His friction is perfection.

My vision goes black at the edges and all I can see is his gorgeous face above mine–features rapt with focus as he stares back into my eyes. It’s so intimate I almost can’t take it. I almost pull my eyes away from his, but I don’t.

I reach up, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down.

He kisses me deep, holding the suction on my lower lip as his pace ratchets up, faster and faster.

I’m half screaming now, moans swallowed by his mouth as he showers me with hard, passionate kisses.

I can tell he’s holding back as much as he can, trying to wait for my orgasm before he comes.

The fact that he’s already there is the last push for me, shoving me over the edge of oblivion until tantalizing warm stars race through me, igniting my body all over. Jake goes tense, then relaxes on top of me like the world’s best blanket.

We’re both sweaty and tired, but he lifts his head, hair dangling in front of his face. “I needed that.”

I laugh. “You and me both.”

He slips out of bed, and I hear the sink running. A moment later, he comes back with a wet towel and cleans me off. I just want to lie in bed, but I get up, use the bathroom, and crawl back in beside him.


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