When We Lied Read Online Claire Contreras

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
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Tate: I believe that. Thank him for me. I’m pretty sure he saved my life that night

Me: I will. Take care of yourself

Tate: you too

I close out his text and check the rest, responding quickly to Dame, Livie, Tiago, Cassie, and some of my other teammates before I toss my phone aside and walk to the kitchen to talk to Tamara and Oak while I heat up some food my mom left for us earlier in the day. When we’re done eating, I excuse myself and go back to my room where I do some stretches for my shoulder before I tune into Finn’s game.

66

JOSSLYN

The bed dips behind me, and I startle awake. As soon as I smell him and his strong arms wrap around me, my body sags. I’d never admit it to him, but I cried while I watched his game earlier. And after we hung up when he called me afterward.

“I thought you were coming back tomorrow,” I say, looking at the time on the alarm clock.

“I flew back right after the game,” he says, nuzzling into my neck. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you too.” I turn in his arms and give him a quick peck on the lips. “I thought the team had a media thing in the morning?”

“Hm.” He kisses me, a slow, deep kiss that leaves me slightly breathless when I pull away.

“Was it canceled?”

“No.” He tries to kiss me again, but I set my hands on his chest. He sighs. “I took a private flight home.”

That both warms my heart and makes me want to slap him. “You can’t keep missing important things.”

“Nothing is more important than you,” he says, cupping my face and running his thumb over my lower lip. “Nothing.”

I blink back the tears that threaten and lean in again, kissing him slowly in hopes that it encompasses all the things I feel for him. It won’t. I doubt anything can. Our kisses turn desperate, and we start tugging each other’s hair and biting each other’s lips. He moves to position himself over me and his hands slide underneath my oversized t-shirt—his shirt.

“This is a shirt I approve of,” he growls against my mouth, plunging his tongue into my mouth as he slides down my panties and helps me sit up to pull off the shirt.

He takes off his own and lowers his head to draw my left nipple into his mouth, and then the other. Heat shoots through me and I nearly bow off the bed when he bites them and kneads my breasts, as he continues to pepper kisses on my face, my chin, and my neck. I reach out and start pulling down his boxer briefs, shivering when I feel his large thick erection, hot and hard in my hand.

“Fuck.” A shudder rolls through him and his hips thrust into my hand once. “I’ll take my time with you later, but if I don’t get inside you right now, I’ll die.”

I moan and let him push me until I’m on my back. His hand moves between us and he touches me, groaning when he finds me wet and ready for him. He grabs himself in his hand and looks down as he ever so slowly slides inside me. I gasp at the feel of his girth stretching me and tilt my pelvis with a moan when he’s fully inside me. He pauses there, his gaze lifting to mine. What I find in his eyes leaves me breathless prematurely, and then he pulls out to the tip, not taking his eyes off me as he slams back in, hard and deep. My legs wrap around his waist in encouragement, and I grip the sheets tight when he does it again, and again.

“Lift your legs, baby,” he rasps. I do and he lowers himself and thrusts so deep I feel my breath go out of me. A wave of heat spreads through me and I clench around him, pulling a deep groan from his lips. “Goddamn it, Josie.”

My stomach flutters and my climax hits me like a freight train. Hard, fast, and impossible to contain. He shudders over me, his arms trembling as he throws his head back and pumps into me a few times, moaning out my name as he comes. He lowers himself, pressing his weight on me as he kisses my neck and breaths hard against me.

“I love you so fucking much,” he says against my cheek.

I sigh against him as I let him lift and carry me to the shower, where he takes me again against the wall.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He exhales. “What is there to say?”

“I’m not sure,” I say quietly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Could I have done something different? What if⁠—”

“No.” He shifts so I’m flat on my back and he’s propped up on his elbow looking down at me with a frown on his face. “You couldn’t have done anything different. None of this is your fault.”



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