Bad Boy's Cinderella: A Sports Romance by Alexa Wilder, Raleigh Blake Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “What? Why?” The stupid words came out before I could stop them, and I knew the answer. I knew why she wanted to leave, but that didn’t mean I had to like this—that I would stand here and do nothing, watching her walk away from me. The night was turning into a fucking nightmare.
    “Your sister,” she said bluntly, holding my jacket out to me. I took it. “Your father… I don’t fit here.” She paused in her rush of departure, her chest rising with a deep breath. “And what was this just now? You could’ve seriously hurt that guy.” There was a hitch in her voice. “I mean, I appreciate you rescuing me from that sleaze bag, but I could’ve done it myself. And you didn’t need to clock him.”
    So she did like me standing up for her. Even if she didn’t appreciate the violent measures I preferred. God, I hope I didn’t scare her off.
    “And your father said there was a plan for you, all laid out.” Her voice was so small when she said it.
    She wasn’t rushing away from my family’s treatment of her. She was leaving because she thought she was in the way . Like she’d interrupted some grand plan, and she didn’t belong in the middle of it all. My short fuse just accelerated her decision making. God dammit.
    I dropped my jacket onto the bench and stepped close to her, put my hands to her face and made her look at me. “My life is my own, Kylie,” I said. “I make my own choices. And I choose to be here with you.” I stroked my thumbs over her cheekbones, bending my knees to get on eye level with her. “And I’m sorry about how I handled that loser. I didn’t want anyone’s hands on you. I’ll rein it in next time. Okay?”
    She didn’t answer, but her face softened. I leaned in and pressed a rough kiss to her lips, sensing a jolt of satisfaction when she didn’t pull away from me.
    “Okay?” I repeated, brushing the tip of my nose against hers.
    She swallowed audibly and raised her trembling hands to my chest. “Okay,” she muttered, and I brought her in for another kiss. Then I picked my jacket back up and draped it over her shoulders, always the gentleman, and led her outside of the hotel and back to my bike, away from my family and the stupid party.
    She came to me willingly when I touched her, a hand to her face and fingers trailing up her arm, and it almost surprised me—after everything, with her obvious doubts, I half expected her to brush me off, to refuse my touch. But she didn’t hesitate, and instead she pulled me to her, and she kissed me like she was as drawn to this as I was. It seemed impossible for me to keep my hands off her. That made me want to stupidly introduce her to my family on our very first date.
    That made me wish, now, that we had a bed and privacy, and that when I pushed her back against my parked bike and dragged my lips down her neck, she didn’t have to stifle her moan. The sound of her gasping, holding it in, made my cock throb, and I smoothed a palm up her thigh, bunching up the hem of her dress.
    “This dress is the best purchase I’ve ever made,” I whispered into the space below her ear.
    She shivered, fisting a hand in the back of my shirt. “You think?”
    “It’s made for your body.”
    I pushed it up higher, but there were voices in the parking lot not too far away, and with my fingers inches from her crotch, I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my forehead to her chest, breathing out an exasperated sigh of need.
    She was smiling knowingly as I raised my face to hers again, the look in her eyes letting me know she was fully aware of my erection, and I couldn’t help but hook my fingers into the front of her dress and pull her in, press a bruising kiss to her mouth.
    “Do you want to go to my place for a…drink?”
    She was breathing heavy as I let her go, smoothing down her hair and running a thumb over her flushed lips. “Not now. But I will answer your call next time,” she said.
    She slid behind me on my bike and we sped