Made for Romeo (Made For #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Made For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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We walk out a couple of minutes later with her hand in mine as we head down Main Street. It is actually called Main Street because everything is on this one street. It’s one long strip, and everyone knows everyone. “Do you want to eat pizza,” I ask, “or diner food?”

“You tell me,” she replies. “You run this show.” She smiles at me as we walk past the local flower shop where I stopped yesterday, grabbing her some yellow roses for when she came home. The woman behind the counter sees us walking and waves at us. I smile at her and wave back before walking past their little café.

“Is this where you got the scones?” she asks as we walk by, and I just nod. “Those were so good.”

“I ordered a bunch of stuff for tomorrow morning,” I inform her, and she looks up at me. “I figured even if we weren’t staying, we could use it on the road home.”

We walk silently down the road, no one paying attention to us. We are just another couple going out to dinner. The little pizza parlor has people lined up outside already. “Have you had the pizza?” she asks and I shake my head.

“Then pizza it is.” She decides as we stand in line with everyone else. She stands in front of me, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me. A couple of people do a double take, but for the most part, it’s just us. That night I slide into her, and her head falls on my chest, and she’s asleep before I kiss her head good night.

“Good morning,” I mumble when she kisses my lips softly before getting out of bed. “How did you sleep?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept so good,” she replies, and I open one eye, watching her walk into the bathroom naked.

“What about that time we spent Sunday just having sex all day?” I remind her of the time she said she would watch football with me but then decided it would be better to ride my cock instead.

“That was good also.” She winks over her shoulder. I look over and see it’s past nine o’clock in the morning. “Do you want me to make you a coffee?”

“No,” I say, throwing the covers off my naked body. “Let’s get dressed and grab some coffee at the shop. If we want to go hiking, it’s better to go before the heat rolls in.”

“Okay.” She walks over to the closet where I put her stuff. I go to the bathroom, and when I come out, she’s sliding on a pair of mint-green yoga pants and a matching bra. “I’m excited,” she says as she grabs a long-sleeved gray sweater, slipping it on and turning to walk back into the bathroom. That’s when I see it’s knotted in the back showing her bra strap.

I slide my black jogging pants on with a white T-shirt and black hooded sweater. I run my hands through my hair before grabbing the black baseball hat. Turning it around, I put it on my head backward. “How do you always look good?” she asks when she comes out of the bathroom with her hair tied in a ponytail as she grabs her black Nike sneakers. “It’s annoying.”

She huffs when she sits on the couch. I walk over to her, grabbing her face in my hands. “Does someone need some coffee?” I kiss her lips as she glares at me, making me laugh, and making me kiss her lips again softly.

Five minutes later, we are walking out of the house hand in hand. Five minutes later, I’m pulling open the coffee shop door, the smell of coffee hitting us right away. Gabriella moans out loud when she steps in and takes a look around. I’ve been in this coffee shop every day since I’ve been here. Five tables are scattered around the room, with benches against the walls filled with cushions. The long L-shaped counter has baskets of baked goods all down the way to the back of the counter, where there are two big espresso machines. I follow her to the counter as she looks at the small square board that tells you what is in each basket. She looks at me and then back again. “Are those blueberry lemon scones?”

“Yes,” I confirm, nodding, knowing that she loved them, so ordering four of them was a great choice, “and Danishes.”

“I want one of everything,” she declares, and I laugh, about to tell her that I already ordered stuff when I hear my name being called.

“Romeo.” I look over and see Mrs. Potter coming out from the back. “I just finished wrapping your food,” she says, smiling at me. “Is this your lovely lady?” She smiles at Gabriella. “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriella. I’m Mrs. Potter.” She wipes her hands in her apron. “You are just as beautiful as he said you were.”


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