The Player I Love to Hate (Elite Players #1) Read Online Jillian Quinn

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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“You keep saying that, but I disagree.” I take his hand in mine and bring it to my mouth to plant a soft kiss. “You’re what I need, E. I’ve been in love with you, on and off, since I was fifteen. I’m even more in love with you now than I was back then. I spent a lot of years hating you, but underneath it all, I still loved you.”

He moves his hand to my shoulder, his fingers slowly traveling up to my face. “I love you, too, Mia. My little lamb.”

Ethan hooks his arm around my back, and his lips crash into mine. He kisses me with so much intensity and passion I have to grip his shoulders to maintain my balance, but Ethan is here to catch me. He always catches me, breathing his life force into me when I need him to bring me back to life. With Ethan, I feel alive, his hands lighting a fire everywhere he touches. Heat spreads down my arms, and with each stroke of his fingers, my skin burns with desire for him.

The dream I once had of Ethan is now my reality. My heart swells with joy. Ethan loves me. My brother’s best friend was the last person in the world I wanted to fall in love with. But I did. I fell hard.

Ethan explores every part of my body with his big hands. He squeezes my ass and lifts me up, pressing his erection against me. I’m dripping wet for him, desperate for him to stop the aching between my thighs.

He takes me into my bedroom and lowers me onto the mattress with care. He tugs at my robe, exposing my naked breasts to the cold air. The tiny buds were already painfully hard and even more so when Ethan rolls the pads of his thumbs over them.

A soft moan escapes my lips.

Ethan watches me intently. He’s all tongue and teeth, my nipple swelling in his mouth. My insides tighten with each flick of his tongue. Writhing beneath him, I close my eyes and claw at the sheets, the fabric twisted so tightly between my fingers my hands hurt.

He stops long enough to remove his boxers and positions himself at my entrance. Instead of pushing himself inside me like a savage beast, he bends down to place his elbows on both sides of my head, slowly inching his way into me.

This is so unlike Ethan.

Every sexual encounter we’ve had, from our first kiss and on, was aggressive and fueled by our constant internal struggle to be together.

Now, we’re both free.

Slow and sensual, he makes love to me. Ethan loves me with his mouth and his cock as he slides in and out of me. We speak to each other in grunts and moans and consummate our love with each thrust as if we’re having sex for the first time.

Ethan presses his lips to mine, stealing my last breath along with my orgasm. He kisses me hard but not too rough, his body convulsing as mine eases up. I tighten the hold I have around him, and he groans into my mouth.

Our lips separate, but our foreheads are still touching.

“My little lamb,” Ethan whispers.

I brush my fingers along his cheek. “My big bad wolf.”

His lips graze mine, the heat from his breath prickling my skin. We moan our I love you’s, words I’ve waited to hear from Ethan for over ten years, stolen from his mouth and sealed with a kiss.

More crowded than normal, I push through the throng at Ollie’s Pub, nodding at people on my way to the long oak bar. With his back against the wood-paneled wall, Will knocks back a bottle of Heineken. The skinny blonde on the barstool next to him giggles as if he said something funny. He wasn’t even talking to her, which makes me laugh.

His eyes widen when I stop in front of him. Setting the beer on the bar, Will whispers something to the girl, who slides off the stool in a hurry. She smiles as she leaves, flashing a set of pearly white teeth that are too perfect to be real.

“You showed.” Will pats the open seat. “Drink with me.”

Concern bubbles up in my chest. Will is far too calm after his reaction this morning. I sit next to him and prop my elbow on the bar, leaning over it to catch the bartender’s attention. She takes my order and then disappears.

“About this morning,” I start. “Look, I’m sorry you had to find out about us that way. I never wanted to sneak around with Mia behind your back, but it just happened. I didn’t plan it out. I wanted to tell you so many times and pussied out.”

Will raises his hand to silence me. “I started drinking after I left Mia’s apartment and haven’t stopped.” He slurs some of his words, though he’s not completely shitfaced. Will can handle his alcohol. “My sister loves you. I thought long and hard about this all day. I’m pissed at you for lying to my face and for fucking my sister. But I only care about one thing. If you love her back, then I can try and get used to the idea of the two of you being together. But if this is just a hookup for you, I’ll bash your fucking head in with this bottle.”


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