Ride (Alpha Male Romance): In Between the Covers (Carolina Bad Boys #3) Read Online Free PDF

as pink as her pouty lips, lips that parted in surprise. Thank fuck for bubbles because if there was a soft wet triangle of hair above her pussy to match the damp tumble of locks on her head . . .
    “Jase!” My name had slipped out of her mouth at the end of long moan.
    I’d never heard such a sexy sound in my life. I’d tried to leave, but she didn’t stop masturbating with my intrusion, and when her body arched from the water, her sleek skin had broken the surface and sent all the suds away.
    A jolt of pure want had sped to my cock. I was instantly hard. Insanely erect.
    I’d watched her cream on her fingers, her flared hips dancing.
    My body went red hot in an instant.
    Fuuuuuck.
    This is not good.
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    Night shift. Yeah, that’s what I worked all right. I’d almost laughed when I told Avery that. Except it wasn’t really funny.
    Well, I was taking tonight off. I was going to the same fucking frat party as Ave. Why? Mostly because I didn’t want any other asshole looking at her the way I sometimes did. And I definitely didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her. I had no idea what her game was, but the girl had no game . Except with me, apparently. I wanted to keep it that way.
    The problem was she’d left wearing those tight jeans she’d held up earlier. At least she’d worn the sweater on top, but who knew what she hid underneath? Oh yeah, I did. I knew the exact shape of her tits and the color of her nipples. Maybe she wore a loose-fitting turtleneck beneath the sweater. That would be good.
    And she better be wearing a bra and panties, not like her surprise I’m naked thing a week ago.
    Holy fuck.
    But the panties and bra better not be the hot little black lace number, one of the many fuckhot lingerie items I’d packed in her dorm room. I’d almost busted my nut the second I’d opened the top drawer of her dresser. You’re damn right I checked her cup size. Double Ds. I’d broken out in a sweat. That sweet little geek was hiding wetdream-sized tits inside her voluminous shit.
    Then there was the bullet. The fact she had a sex toy put a whole new spin on shy, sometimes feisty Ave. Some part of her was definitely all woman, more than a handful, and that vixen was just waiting to come out.
    I planned on making sure those boneheaded fratboys at Beta Theta Pi didn’t get anywhere near Ave’s pie.
    Be careful , I’d said. Yeah, right. The person Ave needed to be careful around was me because her little guess what I’m wearing under my clothes game had almost cost her a rough fuck right on my couch.
    I’d had to keep it cool with her after that. She got under my skin, hit all my hot spots, made me see double. And I couldn’t have that. I didn’t do girlfriends, and she was take-home-to-mom material if ever I’d seen it. That thought alone made me break out in hives.
    I didn’t want to mess up our sweet arrangement—we could flirt but it would be hands off. She kept me company and didn’t ask for anything more. I wasn’t going to fuck her or fuck with her too much because I’d already pegged her for a wild girl in between the sheets—beneath her fake nerd exterior—even if she didn’t know it yet. That combo right there spelled nothing but danger to my don’t-care way of life.
    The fucked up thing was I liked staying home with Ave. I wanted to hang out with her. It didn’t matter if we simply ate dinner, watched a movie, or studied. I liked her , and I didn’t like anyone all that much. She was a freakin’ paradox, a puzzle I couldn’t figure out.
    I couldn’t believe I’d followed her to a goddamn frat party, of all the places neither of us belonged. I ambled through the jam-packed rooms that smelled of jock sweat, stale food, spilled beer, and old spunk.
    Loud music. Low lights. Free drinks. Date rape waiting to happen to any naïve little college girl overawed by too much testosterone-fueled footballer attention.
    I drank from the beer I brought with me. I didn’t do kegs and I