Title: Ruck
Series: The Completion Series
Author: Holly S. Roberts
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2015
It’s cold and miserable in Colt, Ohio and the single ladies need a hot male body to heat up their long, lonely nights. But now, Van’s taking a good long look at his friend, Danny. She’s dynamite on a rugby field and his go-to partner when he needs a drinking buddy. She’s not his usual type—dainty, feminine, or curvy. She’s athletic and independent and wants nothing sexually to do with the town’s playboy. Drinking him under the table and listening to his deepest, darkest secrets is another story.
Just friends. Can friendship build into something more without breaking hearts or will Van ruck it up again?
| *ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review The Completion series can be read as standalones but Van Stelson first appeared in book 3, Kick so I was aware of this man-whore and his sexy reputation with the ladies. I was interested to see how his story would pan out and who would get to tame him. It was a surprise to finally find out here in this short sexy read. Van and his brother, Joel had overcome a love triangle a year back when Joel became the owner of Cami’s heart. Van is now seeing that Cami was not for him and as his sister-in-law, he sees the relationship she has with his brother in happily married bliss. It is this that Van is jealous off. He now realises he needs to make a change in his life if he is to ever be lucky enough to find the one woman meant for him. Little did he realise how close to home she would be. Danny is a tough cookie. She’s not a frills and sparkles girl, being a rugby player she is all about the game. She loves nothing more to catch up with her bestie, Van, after a hard game. But the teases and banter between them is hiding something Danny is keeping secret and Van didn’t realise he was missing. I love a good friends to lovers storyline and this one certainly made the grade. I liked seeing the other side of Van and it was a revelation of how lost this sweet and romantic man was underneath in contrast to his outside reputation. Danny made him work for his dream once he realised she was it. There was no way he was treating her like his hook-ups. After seeing him time after time leaving her at the bar to take off with one of the flighty bar girls, she would not allow him to hurt her anymore. Once Van finds out what they have been hiding, he makes it his main game to win the love of his best friend. A quick and engaging read of family friends and love that had me left with a touch of the warm and fuzzies at the end. Four stars. |
“We’re going to do this my way, Van.” She stops me so my back is to the couch. Her fingers go to the button of my jeans.
Okay, so no more yelling. She’s staring into my eyes and, with no uncertainty, she moves to my zipper and slowly lowers it inch by delectable inch.
“Danny,” I say on a groan as one hand slips inside my boxers and she wraps her fingers around me. I start lifting her shirt, but her other hand grips mine and stops me.
“My way.” The fire in her eyes has turned to steel. She removes her hand, jerks the front of my boxers down, and her fingers are back.
Fuck me, there’s no way I’ll argue at this point.
“Have a seat, lover boy.” She gives me a solid push back.
There’s something in her tone and eyes that my brain can’t quite grasp. My dick doesn’t have the same problem. It’s at attention and growing larger by the second. Danny’s strong, but there’s no chance of her pushing me down unless I allow it. My back hits the hard back of the sofa as Danny sinks to her knees.
Fuck me sideways.
She kneels up a bit, and her tongue extends and runs over the tip of my cock.
“Shit, Danny, what the hell?” It’s not really a question, because if she stops I don’t know what I’ll do. Her tongue takes the air from my lungs, and the next second I release a growl as she closes her mouth over the head. Her tongue is still working and I feel its slick surface as she twirls it around. I move back farther against the sofa and her eyes rise to mine.
Holy fucking God, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve had more blow jobs than I can count on my fingers and toes. It’s her large brown eyes, staring at me as her mouth works my dick. She slides down my cock slowly and her cheeks suck in. She makes every other blow job fly right out of my head. She’s watching me and, for a few seconds, I close my eyes, fighting the need to come within thirty seconds of her going down on me. When I open them again, she starts using her hand up and down my length, opposite to the rhythm of her mouth. I want her hair loose. I want it surrounding her face and brushing my thighs. Another time. There’s no way in hell I’m changing anything about this.
She takes her hand away and uses just her mouth as her fingers go to the waist of my jeans and boxers. She pulls and I lift up, so they slide under me while she pushes them down my legs. She takes advantage, and cups my balls with one hand and returns the other to my cock.
I’m losing it when all I want is for this to continue for an eternity. Her fingers, her mouth, her tongue consume me. Within too short a time, the well-known tightening of my balls can’t be denied.
“Fuck, Danny, I’m there, pull back,” I groan in a way I’ve never heard leave my mouth.
She has my dick halfway down her throat and a rumble of need growls inside her throat, which sends me over the edge. The pulse of my seed shoots, and she’s there to take it. All of it. My hips buck. Her eyes are closed now, and I finally lean my head back against the sofa and close mine.
Fuck.
The Slam Tavern is already crowded when we arrive. I help Danny from the truck, but resist putting my arm around her to help her walk. I’ve pushed my luck already and I don’t need a black eye to match hers.
The cheers go up when we enter the tavern. A huge smile replaces the look of pain on Danny’s face and I take a second look. Maybe it’s the bandage and the bruise that bring Danny’s features to my attention. She has a really nice smile that lights up her eyes. No one should look that good with a bandage and bruise, but Danny carries it and it fits her tough-girl style.
As she greets her friends and takes high-fives, I take a third look. She’s attractive. Not my kind of attractive, but pretty is too mild and beautiful too far in the other direction. Some might refer to Danny as gangly, but after watching her on a rugby field with a ball in her hands, that flies out the window. She even walks like a jock. It’s more of a stride, without all the hip movement most girls use, and she swings her long arms to match her gait. I’ve never seen her fancied up in more than jeans and a loose tee. I can’t even picture her in a dress or, God forbid, heels. Her jeans and tees are never tight. With a large, beige Carhartt jacket during the winter, she’s pretty much shapeless. In hotter weather, she forgoes the jeans and jacket for baggy knee-length shorts and more loose tees. She’s wearing the tee, jeans, and jacket tonight, with her signature ponytail keeping the hair pulled back from her face.
She’s gazing away from me, and my eyes travel to her breasts that I can just make out inside the gape of her jacket. She has breasts, but the actual size of them is beyond me. I give her profile a thorough eye. It’s nice. Her body is large for a woman, but proportionate. I wonder why I’ve never looked at her as a possible hook-up. Then I give a small shake of my shaggy head. I can’t believe I’m thinking about Danny this way. Come on, Van, I tell myself. You need to get laid, and damned soon.
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