"What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?"
Forget.
I need to forget. I need an escape.
Only one person isn't falling for my reputation as the NHL's Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend's house. She didn't want to hear my reason--she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.
Adalyn is bold, sassy--and the perfect escape.
She's everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.
And I do, making this summer the best off-season I've ever had.
But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don't expect is to get her pregnant.
And what I definitely don't expect is having to fight for her affection.
“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”
She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.
Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”
From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”
Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?
Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.
Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.
It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.
But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .
My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.
Fuck, that feels good.
I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.
And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.
“Hayden, please.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.
She kisses me.
Hot.
Wet.
Needy.
Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.
Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.
Hayden's hockey season has come to a close. He needs a break. He heads back to where he grew up - Binghamtom. He's just looking for some time alone and is not anticipating meeting someone like Adalyn (Racer's friend). But when he does there is an immediate attraction/connection.
Adalyn is friends with Racer and Emma. She's sassy and bold and Hayden is consumed with the need to know her. But Hayden moves so slowly, savoring every interaction and moment they have together. But when their walls finally start to crumble they incinerate, even the rubble.
But then it seems the odds are stacked against them. The miscommunication, feelings of longing and even a friend name Logan get in the way. And listen, I very much wanted to throat punch Logan.
You definitely need to one click this. You will ride the emotional roller coaster for sure.
I was highly anticipating this release! I am so happy with the outcome! I would give this story a 4.5 stars and highly recommend to others. The Jock aka Hayden finally got to tell his story, and boy oh boy are you in for a treat. I think out of all the characters in this story he intrigued me the most to see what was laying underneath his angst with dating. I will say it was a rocky path for sure but you will need to read to find out how it all gets smoothed out. I had some moments reading this story that made me want to throat punch Adalyn- yes I know she was pregnant but damn the woman really made me wanna scream and shake her and say wake up and see what is in front of you!
Hayden- we got a little of his story in the first in Three Blind Dates, but it doesn't shine light on him as much as this story did. Adalyn was also brought into the world of Meghan Quinn in another story series of hers and I couldn't wait to see what happened with her either. When you read books and realized how they all get connected even when they are different series is so awesome because I feel it gives you more insight on the characters you feel in love with in the beginning.
One click this story to see how all unfolds. I don't need to give more details about this story because if you read the others books you can already anticipate about whats may happen next and I don't want to spoil.. just go get it asap!
Hayden- we got a little of his story in the first in Three Blind Dates, but it doesn't shine light on him as much as this story did. Adalyn was also brought into the world of Meghan Quinn in another story series of hers and I couldn't wait to see what happened with her either. When you read books and realized how they all get connected even when they are different series is so awesome because I feel it gives you more insight on the characters you feel in love with in the beginning.
One click this story to see how all unfolds. I don't need to give more details about this story because if you read the others books you can already anticipate about whats may happen next and I don't want to spoil.. just go get it asap!
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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