Bain (Pittsburgh Titans #9) 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: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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I straddled him as his hands came to my hips. My smile was dopey. I mean, I could feel the lopsided stretch of it and yet I felt the joy in my bones. “I’m glad we’re friends, Bain.”

“I’m glad too.” His eyes danced with amusement over my antics.

“I’m even gladder—is that a word—that we’re fucking.”

I remember Bain laughed so hard and with a hand on the back of my head he pulled me into him for a quick kiss before saying, “Come on… let’s get you to bed.”

“No thank you.” I pulled my shirt over my head, undid my bra and tossed it over the top of the lamp. “We’ll have sex right here.”

“We’re not having sex.” Bain laughed. “You’re too drunk.”

“Not,” I insisted. “I know exactly what I’m doing and we’ve done this many times already.”

Bain was reluctant, I remember that much. But after stripping naked and falling to my knees before him, he merely looked dubious.

By the time I had his cock out and in my mouth, he was on board.

Everything else was a whirlwind. Fragments of the evening spin before me, each one flashing with a brightness that imprints in my memory. I started playing with myself while I sucked Bain down deep. It drove him crazy and he pulled me off. There was a violent kiss where our teeth knocked together, then he pulled me up his body. He put me right back over his lap, legs straddled wide and I sunk down on him. It felt so good as I started to move on him, controlling the pace and watching his pleasure take hold. His mouth found my nipples as I bounced up and down on his lap. Bain grunted in pleasure and my entire body felt like it was going up in flames.

I came first, the orgasm crashing into me from out of nowhere. It was so forceful I could do nothing but shudder my way through it. Bain wasn’t there yet so he flipped me over on the couch, raised my legs and in a handful of hard thrusts, he was jerking his release inside me.

What I remember the most… so very clearly, was Bain burying his face in my neck as we were still connected. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

I didn’t give the words back, but I felt them.

And after that, things got a little fuzzy. I assume there was vomiting, hair holding and general nastiness that Bain truly didn’t have to stay for. I have no clue why he did, but I’m grateful.

“Just what the doctor ordered,” he says as he walks into the room with a plate in one hand and an insulated tumbler with a straw that I’m assuming contains ginger ale. He places both on the table and left in his hand is a bottle of Tylenol. He shakes out two and insists I take them with a few sips of the soda.

It tastes wonderful and at the same time, my stomach rolls. I hope it stays down.

Bain sits on the side of the bed, leans over and rests his hand on my hip. “Can I come back tonight?”

Reaching out, I give a playful tug on his shirt. “If you want… and you are under no obligation, you’re welcome here every night that you’re on your break.”

I put an end date so he doesn’t read anything more into it, even though I’m happy to have him here every night.

Bain’s smile is huge. “All right… I’ll be back tonight. I’ll call first to see if you can stomach some food. Anything else you need before I leave?”

I bat my eyelashes at him. “A big, deep, wet kiss?”

Bain grimaces. “No way, vomit breath.” But he leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead and for some reason, that’s even better.

CHAPTER 15

Bain

There’s a roar as Boone and I walk into Mario’s. We just defeated the Cold Fury 4–2 and the Titans fans can taste a playoff run. We’re the Cinderella team, the underdogs gone wild.

It’s become a regular occurrence for many of us to come here for beers to celebrate a win and mostly it’s a laid-back atmosphere. The fans have learned to let us have some time to ourselves as teammates, but they also know we’ll eventually indulge in photo ops and autographs. We had a spot just like this back in Phoenix when I played for the Vengeance—the Sneaky Saguaro. I loved that the players meshed with the fans and I was glad to see something similar here.

The vibe is different tonight. The energy is palpable and it’s standing room only. Defeating one of the hottest teams in the league has created an adrenaline surge in the fans, the players… hell, the city itself.

What’s weird is that I didn’t want to come out tonight. Normally, this would be my jam. I’d hang out with my new teammates, we’d bond over beers and relive the best plays of the night. We’d boast and our stories would get more exaggerated. We’d get drunk and then find hot women to fuck.


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