Hard Limit (St. Louis Mavericks #2) Read Online Brenda Rothert

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance, Sports, Suspense, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: St. Louis Mavericks Series by Brenda Rothert
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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“Yes, but not because you have autism.”

I walked over to the couch and stood across from her. “I am sorry, Sheridan. I was wrong and if I could go back in time and do things differently, I would. But I am in love with you, and that…” My throat tightened with emotion. “That is not something I want to let go of without a fight.”

“You still want me, even now?” She sounded genuinely surprised. “I’m a worldwide laughingstock, you know. Millions of people have seen every fat roll on my body, not to mention my vagina. I handed my company over to the two people who have fucked me over harder than I ever thought possible. And if everything goes like I want it to and Hugh signs off on this divorce, I won’t have anywhere near the money I had before. I’m basically ruined.”

I didn’t hesitate before responding. “The answer is yes, I still want you. More than ever.”

“I still want you, too.”

Walking over to the couch, I kneeled in front of her. “You do?”

She cupped my face in her hands. “Of course I do. I love you. But being with me won’t be easy, Lars. I’m going to be under more scrutiny than ever.”

“None of that matters. I want to be with you through thin and thick.”

She smiled. “Thick and thin. And why is it so damn cute when you mess up your English?”

I put my arms around her and kissed her tenderly. It wasn’t a kiss of desire, but of affection. She loved me, too. I had a lot of work to do—both on myself and with Sheridan—but she was giving me another chance.

Soon, though, she was pulling me closer, her mouth hungrily demanding more. She took two fistfuls of my shirt and pulled me on top of her, lying back against the couch cushions.

“You missed me,” I teased.

She cupped my crotch and I groaned in response. “By the feel of this, you missed me too.”

“More than I can say.”

“Show me, then.”

Though I usually took charge when it came to sex, I was more than happy to obey her command. I kissed her neck and chest, an animalistic rumble sounding in my chest as she wrapped her fingers around my neck and buried her hands in my hair. Her nails grazed my scalp and a surge of arousal coursed through me, hard and fast.

She was wearing sweatpants, which were easy to get off, but I had to stand up to get my own jeans off. Every second I wasn’t touching her felt like an hour. I quickly stripped as she pulled her shirt off over the top of her head.

“I missed looking at you,” I said tenderly. “You’re so beautiful, Sheridan, just as you are.”

Her gaze roved up and down my body, her nipples pebbling behind the thin fabric of her sheer white bra.

“I missed you so much,” she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. “You make me feel more beautiful and worthy than anyone ever has. I love you.”

I said a prayer of thanks that she was on the pill because I hadn’t brought condoms. I hadn’t even been sure I’d make it past the front door.

“I don’t have condoms,” I said. “But if you don’t want—”

She cut me off, saying, “I do. Now.”

Sheridan raised her hips and started to shimmy out of her panties. I reached for her hips and made short work of it, tossing them to the floor and climbing back onto the couch.

When I leaned down to kiss her, her eyes were glazed with a need that made me feel like a king. I didn’t care if any other woman in the world ever looked at me again, as long as Sheridan looked at me just like this.

Part of me wanted to tease her, to make her wait until she was desperate for me, but the truth was, I was desperate for her now.

She wrapped her legs around me, using them to pull me closer. When I pushed inside her, we both groaned with pleasure. It was the first time I’d been inside a woman without a condom, and it felt fucking amazing.

“Hard,” she said in my ear. “Fuck me hard, Lars. Make me come hard.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. “You talking dirty is my weakness.”

“Same,” she said, moaning as I thrust all the way in.

“Yeah?” I put my hand in her hair and tugged with just enough pressure to get her attention, but not hurt her. “You like it when I fuck your wet pussy with my big cock?”

“Oh, God.” She moaned again, her nails sinking into my back and sending a tingle down my spine.

“Don’t take this pussy away from me again,” I said, balancing on my forearm so I could look her in the eyes as I fucked her. “I plan to suck, fuck, and eat this pussy as hard as you can stand for a very long time.”


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