Not Your Pucking Girl (Kings of Denver #1) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Denver Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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Sophie and I met in our first year of college, both newbies living in dorm rooms. Neither of us knew a living soul on campus and were fumbling around without a clue of what to do. We were paired up for a project in our first week and quickly became inseparable. Now, I can’t get rid of the bitch, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finishing our stretches, we get up off the floor and head over to the squat rack, which I’m surprised is actually available considering all these guys crammed in here. We get to work loading up the bar, taking turns completing our sets while trying our best not to embarrass ourselves.

“Hey,” a low, husky voice says from behind us as Sophie rises out of her squat and racks the bar. I turn to look at the newcomer while Sophie watches on from the reflection in the mirror.

The largest man I’ve ever seen stands before me. He’s good looking and most certainly an athlete with a body like that. The guy’s got to be at least six four, with beautiful, tanned skin and a sexy smirk that is enough to knock any woman off her feet. He glances in my direction, but it is Sophie who has his undivided attention.

A seductive smile comes over Sophie’s lips as she takes in the huge man behind her. “Hi,” she grins to Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome, knowing all too well she’s got him hook, line, and sinker.

His eyes flare at her cheeky smirk, but I’m not surprised. Sophie is drop-dead gorgeous. She has the body of a model, blazing blue eyes, and thick blonde hair. She’s a showstopper. If I was the casting guy for Victoria’s Secret, I’d be hiring this girl.

He nods toward the bar. “Need a spotter, babe?” he questions, coming on strong. Lucky for him, Sophie eats that shit up.

Her gaze sails up and down his body, the interest in her eyes like nothing I’ve ever seen from her before. “What’s your name, big guy?”

His eyes don’t leave hers as he answers. “Name’s Tank, but you can call me whatever the fuck you want.”

She smirks at him once again. “You know, I think I might need a little help.”

Yep. That’s my cue to leave. “I’m heading to the treadmill,” I tell her, though I’m not entirely sure she hears me.

Sophie glances back at me and gives me a cheeky smile that tells me she won’t be coming home in a rush. She nods. “K.”

I give her a pointed stare. “Don’t be late for class.”

As soon as she’s acknowledged me, I turn in the direction of the treadmills and take a few steps before stopping and glancing back. I catch Sophie’s gaze. “Be safe,” I mouth to her. She covers up another smile but focuses her attention on Tank as he steps up behind her and places his hands on her hips. She settles the bar back in place on her shoulders.

Finding the perfect treadmill that allows me a good view of Sophie, I step up onto it and fiddle with the buttons until I’m in a comfortable jog. Popping my AirPods in, I press play on my favorite upbeat playlist and try to focus on my run.

Watching Sophie out of the corner of my eye, she gets through half her set with the too-forward, cocky monster behind her before I recognize the look in her eyes. I shake my head in mirth, watching as she puts the bar back on the rack and turns to face Tank.

Sophie grabs him by the shirt and pulls him in, and I’m not surprised when he goes willingly. Grabbing her ass, he effortlessly picks her up and she winds her legs around his waist. He walks them in the direction of the bathrooms, neither of them caring one bit about the people staring at their display.

Bewilderment slams through my veins. Days like this just don’t come along—for the first time ever, Sophie’s met her match.

“You better get going before you’re late,” Jared calls through our small cottage as I run around collecting my books, certain that a small hurricane must have spread them through the entire house.

“I know, I know. I’m going,” I say, shoving them into my bag and rushing to the door before blowing him a kiss. I pass my camera on the hallway table and double back a step, grabbing that too. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Dani girl,” his voice rings out, just moments before I slam the door shut between us.

Fiddling around in my bag, I search for my phone as I hastily make my way down the street to the college campus. I quickly hash out a text to Sophie, who I haven’t seen since her departure to the gym bathroom.

Dani - You never came home. Are you okay? Class starts in twenty minutes.


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