Hendrix (Pittsburgh Titans #7) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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So much for my big introduction. Rory and Stevie end up in a tight hug, as if they’ve been friends forever.

“Hendrix has told me so much about you, but I cannot wait to sit down over a beer and learn even more,” Rory says.

“How long are you staying?” Stevie asks. “Maybe we could do breakfast tomorrow before I have to start my shift?”

“I’d love that. What does a woman need to do to get a beer, though?”

Stevie laughs, loops her arm through Rory’s. “Come on. I’ll buy you one and introduce you to my dad.”

I glance over at the bar top to see John leaning against it with one elbow, casually holding a beer.

His eyes pinned… appreciatively… on Rory as Stevie leads her to him for introductions.

Oh, hell no.

I start after them, but a hand comes down on my shoulder. “Hendrix… settle a dispute for us.”

I turn to see Bain and Kirill before me.

“Tell him Die Hard’s a Christmas movie,” Kirill says, pointing to Bain.

Bain shakes his head in amusement. “It’s not.”

I twist my neck and look back to the bar where John shakes Rory’s hand.

“It is,” Kirill insists, garnering my attention again.

“It’s not the type of Christmas movie that’s going to get you laid,” Bain drawls.

And that really gets my attention. “What does Die Hard being a Christmas movie have to do with getting laid?”

“This girl,” Kirill explains with a smirk. “I asked her out. I thought I’d suggest we eat at my place, and she asked if we could maybe watch a Christmas movie. I said sure. So Die Hard is what I’m going to rent.”

“Yeah… I’m with Bain on this one,” I say, throwing a thumb his way. “That is not going to get you laid. Try It’s a Wonderful Life.”

“What’s that?” Kirill asks.

I give him a light punch in his shoulder. “My man… you don’t deserve to get laid at this point.”

Turning away, I make my way to the bar to see that Stevie’s nowhere to be seen, and Rory is laughing at something John just said. And… she’s standing really close to him.

And he’s staring down at her with clear interest.

“Fuck,” I mutter and then plaster a smile on my face as I reach them.

“Oh, Hendrix,” Rory says, putting her hand on my arm. “John was telling me the funniest story about one of his tattoos that didn’t come out quite the way he expected.”

“Sure that’s a story I’ll want to hear at some point, but where’s Stevie?”

John lifts his chin toward the storeroom. “She wants to get more beer in the coolers, so she’s grabbing a few cases.”

I give him a stern look. “Why didn’t she ask me to get them?”

John cocks an eyebrow, his voice hard. “Some reason you think my little girl can’t handle it?”

I roll my eyes. “Your little girl could kick the ass of anyone in this bar. Still doesn’t mean I won’t always want to help her with shit like that.”

I can’t tell for sure because of his moustache and beard, but I think John smiles. “Good answer.”

I’m momentarily unsure whether I should stay here and babysit Rory or go after Stevie and help her.

That lasts all of about half a second before I decide Rory’s more than capable, and even though Stevie is too, I’d rather like a few minutes of alone time with her.

I bolt for the storage room, just in time to see Stevie hefting two cases of Bud Light.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I admonish as I let the door close behind me. “Can’t have you throwing your back out doing that heavy lifting.”

She smirks. “Why’s that?”

I take the cases from her and set them on the ground. I then jerk her into my arms. “Because I’ve got plans that will call for much physical exertion later tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Her voice is husky and playful. “Tell me your plans.”

“First.” I bend my head, kiss just under her ear. “I’m going to peel you out of your clothes.”

“I like it. What else?”

“Going to lay you on my bed and spread your legs wide for me.”

“Mmm.”

I scrape my teeth against her neck. “Then I’m going to lick you until you’re screaming and begging me to let you come.”

“Jesus, Hendrix,” she mutters, giving me a hard push backward. “Now I won’t be able to concentrate all night.”

I reach down and shift my swelling cock to the left to give it a little more room. Grinning, I pull her back but only to put my hands on her hips. “Why do you need to concentrate?”

“Because… this is another chance for me to get to know your teammates and their wives and girlfriends. I want them to like me.”

“They already love you,” I say, and that’s true. Those who hung out with us at Mario’s last week had a great time getting to know her. I had them all singing her praises at the next day’s practice.



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