Hook Up (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) by Bella Love-Wins Read Free Book Online Page A

We’re parking my Mustang in a dive motel, little lady. Do I look like I want someone throwing a brick through my car window just so they can try and steal you worldly possessions?”
    “That’s a little paranoid, don’t you think?”
    “You know I never thought I’d have some strange mouthy lady drive off with me car either, yet she went and did that.”
    I looked away. “Fine. Carry on.”
    I waited outside the room door until he took everything inside. I had offered to help but he refused, harping on about it being easier to just do it himself. My bet was his mom and dad raised him that way, to be the guy who opened doors for women, and lugged their shit around, and even to stop on the side of the road and help out a stranger. I was kind of regretful that I’d soured his generosity by driving off with his car, even if it was just for kicks and to see him sweat bullets.
    He came out one more time to lock the doors and then he motioned for me to get inside.
    “Thank you, Chris.”
    “Don’t thank me yet. The only room this place had available is a single queen with a sofa. Since you mentioned you weren’t tired, I hope you don’t mind if I take the bed.
    “I don’t mind. Your room, your rules.”
    “You’re a quick study when you want to be, aren’t you?”
    I scowled and went over to get a change of clothes in my suitcase. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
    He sat on the edge of the bed and flopped back, kicking his shoes off. “Naw. I’m fine.”
    “I’ll be in there. I need a shower.”
    He grumbled something and rolled onto his side. I took a quick shower, got dressed in the bathroom and he was fast asleep when I got out. Finding my phone charger in my bag, I plugged it into the wall beside the sofa and stretched out. Damn, it felt good to stretch my legs. Chris let out a soft snore for a second, then he quieted down again. I looked over at him, The guy really was a white knight of sorts. And I was probably the one who exhausted the hell out of him. I decided I’d find a way to make it up to him.
    Making sure he was really asleep. I got up and walked over to the nightstand where he’d thrown his wallet… but not his keys. I smirked a bit at that. He wasn’t letting those keys off his person again, not when I was still around. I picked up his wallet, returned to the sofa, and after about a minute, I put it back.
    Shit.
    His arm snapped out from the side of his body and grabbed mine before I got to put his wallet back where I’d found it.
    “And what the hell are you doing now?” he asked, taking the wallet from me and checking through it.
    “Nothing. I swear. See for yourself. Nothing’s missing.”
    He did a thorough search before he relaxed. “Okay nothing’s missing.”
    “That’s what I just told you.”
    He grabbed my wrist again. “So you’re just a snoop, huh doll?”
    “Maybe.”
    His eyes grazed down my body, the way he looked at me when we were back at the saloon. “One sexy snoop…you’re lucky I’m exhausted right now, or I might ravage that body and taste every inch of you on this here bed.”
    That gravelly sleepy voice of his got me going. I think my panties were soaked right through in two seconds flat, and soon I wished he wasn’t so exhausted now either.
    “Don’t go doing that,” he said out of the blue. I hadn’t moved an inch so I had no clue what he was talking about.
    “Don’t do what?”
    “Moan with that sexy throaty voice. You were doing that in your sleep a few times while I drove, and Christ, you had my dick begging to be inside you.”
    I’d be offended by his comment if I hadn’t already jumped his bones only twenty-four hours ago. It didn’t bug me at all, though, because before I knew it I was climbing into the empty spot beside him in bed, ready to let him have his wish.
    Without saying a word, I leaned over to him and he pulled me in, kissing me as his hands found my ass and guided me on top of him. We were both fully dressed but I