Home Town Hero (Pink Springs #2) Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Pink Springs Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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I roll over to my side and see that Cooper isn't in the bed with me. He is, however, sitting in a chair close by staring at me. His gaze is unreadable, but honestly I never know what that man is going to say or do. One day that possibility could be exciting, but right now it’s a little scary.

“Are you watching me sleep?” I ask, resting my head on my hand. The sheet that’s wrapped around me moves down, exposing my breasts to him.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Juno?” He leans forward in the chair, and his elbows go to his knees.

“I’m a late-night eater. Sometimes I wake up in bed, and there are cookie crumbs everywhere and I don’t remember even getting them.” His lips twitch for a moment, but his ghost of a smile drops away quickly, and he goes back to grumpy.

I watch as he holds up my phone, and I can see the screen is unlocked.

“What kind of cop shit did you do to unlock my phone?”

“I put your finger on it.” His tone is hard, and there’s no apology in it. Aren’t men supposed to be happy when they get laid?

“Sorry to tell you there aren't any naked selfies in there. But if you like pictures of kittens or of my art, you’ve hit the motherload.”

“Knock it off,” he snaps and then stands suddenly.

If I didn't know better I might actually be scared of Cooper. Instead I roll my eyes and sit up on the side of the bed. He walks over toward me, and I reach out, resting my hands on his hard stomach. He’s built like one of those football players he and Luca yell at on TV. He’s giant compared to my small frame, but at my touch he relaxes a little.

“You have got to start using your words, big guy.”

“Wes Holland ring any bells?”

“He pierced my nose.” I try to wiggle it, but Cooper’s not finding me very cute at the moment. Even as aggravated as he is, his eyes keep dropping to my breasts, and there is no missing that he’s hard in his sweatpants.

“The date,” he grits out.

Crap, it totally slipped my mind that I’d agreed to it in the heat of the moment.

“Ah shit,” I huff, falling back onto the bed. “I forgot about that.” Gosh darn it. I never should have said I would go out with him. There is no spark or anything with Wes, and I would only be leading him on.

“Why would you even agree to go on a date with him?”

I sit up again, but this time I pull the sheet partly over me. “Why wouldn't I? We”—I motion between him and me—“weren't together when I did agree, and I’m not even sure we are now. If I recall, you said you’d never be my boyfriend.”

He tosses the phone onto the bed before ripping the sheet away from me. I try to grab it back, but he’s already on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t moan as his cock presses into my sex right where I need it.

“You’ve always been mine, Juno, and you fucking know it.”

“But—”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know. Deep down you know the truth.”

My heart always hoped that because I’ve been so drawn to him from the start. It’s a pull I don’t understand. I don’t feel whole without him.

“I’m not going on a date with Wes. Anyway, it’s your fault I agreed. You better keep that in mind, big guy. If you’re not my boyfriend, I can date whoever I want.”

Something that sounds like a growl rumbles in his chest and vibrates through me. His hand locks around both of my wrists and pins them above my head. He tightens his hold on me, and damn if my hips don’t jerk up in desperate need of his dominance. I’m finding out that being under his control is a big turn-on.

“Is there anything about me that’s boyfriend?” he asks as he pushes his hard length against me.

I blink a few times to clear my thoughts, but nothing comes to mind. “Ah, I suppose not?” When he puts it that way, I understand what he’s saying. Cooper is not a boy in any sense of the word, and to call him a boyfriend would be so small compared to the space he fills inside me. Boyfriend isn’t enough.

“You’re mine.” He stares down at me. He’s making it clear he’s not messing around, and I soften under his gaze.

“Just like that?” I hold my breath.

“Just like that.” His mouth comes down on mine in a possessive kiss, but then he presses his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. “I’m going to have to remind you what this is because last night I thought I made that pretty damn clear.” My only response is a moan because his fingers brush against my clit. “I think your pussy wants a reminder too. She’s begging for it.”


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