Dream Chaser (Dream Team #2) Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Dream Team Series by Kristen Ashley
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
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“That makes sense too,” I said.

He nodded and continued, “In other words, I’m a guy who likes to have sex like guys like to have sex and I’m a guy who likes to have more sex like guys like to play golf.”

And there was more to love about Boone Sadler.

“Baby, I can keep up with you,” I assured him.

“Rynnie,” he slid a hand up to cup my jaw, “you can’t know that.”

“You’re right, but I’m not telling you what you want to hear, Boone. I really do like sex. And I seriously like it with you.”

He smiled again, this time with just his eyes (still, those green eyes sparkling, it was a great smile) and said, “Good to hear.”

Like he didn’t already know.

“But like you said, we’re new,” he carried on. “If it gets too much for you, it’s not about the fact I’m gonna stray. It’s the fact that we’re gonna have to talk about it.”

I was beginning to worry about what was behind all of this.

“Is there a woman in your past who couldn’t hack it?” I asked carefully.

“Baby,” he murmured, shifting his face closer. “Told you that you were the first woman who slept in my collar.”

“Okay,” I murmured back. “Maybe I didn’t get what that means.”

“The women before you, the ones who were just girlfriends, the ones who were subs, or the couple that were both, they weren’t the ones. I knew that. With the couple that were both, I put in some time to see if that would come. But eventually, I realized it wouldn’t, and I put an end to it.”

Right.

Having trouble breathing again.

“So what you’re saying is, you think I’m the one?”

“I thought you got that with the collar,” he muttered.

I shot up to a hand in the bed, and he rolled to his back automatically when I did.

With my target exposed, I slapped his chest and snapped, “I thought it was big, but I didn’t know it meant I was the one.”

He sat up with me and caught me at the back of the neck.

He also looked like he might be fighting laughing.

“I see you’re down with that,” he said.

“Uh…yeah, Boone. I just asked you to be my official boyfriend.”

“And I already thought I was.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled.

“Baby, this is good.”

It wasn’t good.

It was soooooo good.

I didn’t say that because he already knew that.

Boone got serious again.

“Just…you’re aware now, yeah?” he asked. “If it gets too much, we’ll talk. Figure it out.”

“Boone, if life doesn’t get in the way, I probably masturbate once a day. If I’m in a zone and I’ve got a good book or comic that’s turning me on or my imagination runs wild, I could have a session all by myself, maybe come two, three, more times over a few hours. I think I can keep up.”

He was staring at me.

“So you can just chill,” I told him. “But for your peace of mind, if, in the unlikely event I can’t hack it, we’ll sit down and chat.”

I got that out before I had a big, blond, beautiful naked man flat out on top of me.

“You masturbate for hours?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes to scan the top of his bed, saying in exasperation, “God, dudes. They think they’ve cornered the market on sex drive.”

“Kathryn, eyes to me,” Boone ordered.

The name he used, as well as the tone, my eyes went to him.

“You’re not allowed to do that anymore,” he said.

“Wh-what?” I asked.

“Touch yourself. Unless I tell you to or let you.”

Oh man.

“Did you hear me?” he asked.

Oh, I heard him.

My pussy heard him too because it contracted.

“Yeah,” I confirmed verbally.

“Did you get me?” he pushed.

I nodded.

His stern Dom face relaxed and he whispered, “Okay, baby.”

I was kind of hoping after that, he’d take us there.

And he did, in a way.

He restructured our Sunday.

“Sex shop. Tomorrow. Make sure we got the tools you like here so you can perform for me.”

All righty then.

Yippee!

He liked the look on my face and told me that by kissing me.

We made out, touching and groping, but I could tell Boone wasn’t going to take us there, it was just about closeness.

Then he turned out the lights, grabbed the remote and turned on the fan, and we snuggled.

He was curled into my back, his body full-on relaxed into mine, so I knew he was close to sleep.

I was close to sleep too.

But just to round out our discussion, I mumbled, “You’re the one too, you know.”

He gave me a squeeze.

Then he said, “Thank fuck.”

And I fell asleep smiling.

* * *

“Babe.”

I shifted.

“Rynnie.”

I stretched.

I felt a hand grip my hip. “Wake up, sweetheart, and roll. Time for breakfast.”

I blinked, turned to my back, and looked up at Boone who was standing there, balancing one of those breakfast-in-bed trays with the legs on it in one of his hands.


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