The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers #1) by Celeste Briars EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Celeste Briars
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THICK THIGHS RUIN LIVES
HAYES
Tits or ass: that’s the eternal question. That’s the question I’ve been
asked my entire life, by friends, flings, teammates, my ex-girlfriend.
I’m not going to lie. For a long time, I was a tits man. But tonight, I
think my answer is gonna change.
And that’s thanks to the girl’s thighs currently straddling me. They’re
lean with muscle, and it’s clear she sticks to a rigorous workout regimen. I’m
a thigh guy. Definitely. Is it wrong that I want her to crush my head with
them? I really shouldn’t be thinking about this when I should be wining and
dining sponsors, especially since my next year in the NHL is up in the air.
But she’s wearing such a short dress, so short that from this angle, I can see
practically everything.
Her lips ghost the shell of my ear, and her tongue tickles the column of
my throat, doing wonders for my hard-on. I understand that I’m fully making
out with a girl at a sponsor party. I understand that there’s media around
every corner covering the new merger between the Reapers team and Voltage
Sports Drinks. I should be mingling instead of acquainting myself with the
inside of some girl’s mouth.
I don’t care, though. I need the distraction. Reputation wise, this season’s
been shit for me, and it’s only just started.
It’s my second season playing for the Riverside Reapers. I was drafted to
the team my senior year of college. It’s been my dream to go pro since I was
little. My parents signed me up for minor ice hockey when I was eight, and
I’ve been playing ever since.
When you enter the spotlight, there are so many rules that people don’t
tell you. Rules like you need to make yourself presentable in front of the
press. You can’t be caught doing anything that would shine a negative light
on the team.
I’m lucky that my behavior off the ice hasn’t affected my playing time
during games. Just last week I got into a fight with a prick who was macking
on some uninterested girl at a bar. Granted, he deserved getting his face
rearranged, but the cameras only captured the physicality of it all. The
tabloids don’t care why I punched a guy; they just care that I did it. And I’m
no stranger to getting into fights.
I’m violent when I get on the ice. I’ve already spent the most time in the
penalty box my first season than any of my teammates combined. I’m not
afraid to hit, I’m not afraid to strike, I’m not afraid to engage in a brawl if
some douche gets under my skin. I don’t deal with my anger well.
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