Good Boy (WAGs #1) Read Online Sarina Bowen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: WAGs Series by Sarina Bowen
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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“Shh,” Blake said again. “Time to call in the big guns.”

“What?”

“Try this,” he said, scooping me into the air. We landed a moment later on the massage chair. It was built for one, but Blake didn’t care. He reclined in the usual fashion, positioning me on his lap. “Here we go,” he said, his voice smokier than I wished it was. There was a click, and then the chair began to hum. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he drawled.

It was…different. A wave of harmony swept down my frame. Big hands landed on my shoulders and began to massage me.

“Aauuughhhg,” I moaned.

“I know, right? I think I need one of these in every room of my apartment.” He kissed the back of my head, and it didn’t even seem weird. My tired, tipsy eyes flickered over to the TV, where the movie we’d put on had advanced to a make-out session between the action hero and the starlet he was trying to protect from the mob. He pushed her down on the bed and climbed on her body.

“Ugh,” Blake grunted from behind me. He was watching the movie too.

That was when I realized his lap had firmed up. A lot.

Sitting here again six months later, my memory of that night seems a little questionable. Because the hard length that had been pressing against me in the chair was so ridiculously sizable that it almost seemed impossible. From that moment on, I could think of nothing else. In fact, I’d arched my back a little just to see if it would still be there when I returned…

As I close my eyes to try to sink deeper into the memory, Jamie’s apartment door flies open, hitting the wall with a bang.

“Wesmie!” Blake calls out. “Whatcha watching?”

I leap to my feet as if the massage chair had just delivered an electric shock.

Blake stops, his body freezing into position in the doorway. “J-Babe. Welcome to Toronto.”

“Thanks,” I squeak. A glance at my brother and his husband calms me only a little. The game is back on, so they haven’t noticed my odd behavior. And Blake’s presence is so routine that they seem not to have registered him either.

Blake stomps into the kitchen to toss the six-pack he’s brought onto the counter. He takes one of the beers, pops off the top, and then crosses the room again.

I’m still standing in front of the chair like a dork.

He nudges me aside. Then he sits down in the chair, reaches down, and flips the switch.

The hum of the chair makes goose bumps rise all over my body.

Blake looks up at me, an evil glint in his eye. Then he pats his massive thigh. “There’s room right here.”

Several parts of my body spasm at once, including my uncooperative mouth. “Graghhff,” I say as panic sets in. I lift my beer bottle to my lips and drain it.

When I check his face again, he’s watching me lick my lips, his lust-filled gaze aiming like a laser pointer at me.

“I gotta go,” I stammer.

“Aw, but I just got here.”

All the more reason to go.

I turn to my brother. “I have class at nine tomorrow. I should really get a good night’s sleep, you know, so I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for my first day of school.” I give a half-hearted fist pump. “Yay school!”

Jamie stands up. “You’re going to do great, Jessie.” He slings an arm around my shoulder. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the streetcar stop.”

Blake is on his feet in a heartbeat. “No need. I can drive you.”

No way. “No way.” Shit, did I say that out loud? At Blake’s hurt expression and Jamie and Wes’s confused ones, I hasten to add, “I’ll be fine taking public transit. I don’t want to put you out.”

The seductive look he gives me says I can put him anywhere I want, any time, any place. Luckily, Jamie and Wes don’t see it, because they’re too busy looking at me. “I’d feel better if Blake drove you back to the dorm,” Jamie admits. “You’re not used to the transit system here yet, and it’s late.”

Blake walks over and claps Jamie’s back. “No worries, J-Bomb. I’ll make sure J-Babe gets home safe. I’ll even walk her all the way to her door.” He brightens. “We can do a buddy-system thing, holding hands and all that so we don’t get separated.”

I swallow a scream. “Don’t even think about holding my hand,” I grumble. “But fine, if you’re serious, then let’s go.”

He makes a grand gesture toward the door. “After you, milady.”

Chapter 10

A Fox, Not a Dog

Blake

“Cheezus, it’s just a ride home, Old Yeller. I’m not taking you out back to shoot you.”

Jess glares at me from the passenger seat. “Did you just call me old?”

Grinning, I start the engine and reverse out of the underground parking spot. “So it’s okay to call you a dog, but it’s not cool if I say you’re old?”



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