Hook Up (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) (5 page)

I
woke
up when Chris stopped the car for gas again. I had really gone and done it when I took his car as a joke, but I honestly didn’t think he would have gotten this upset. When he’d said he didn’t want to hear another word from me, I chose not to push my luck. He’d gotten a look in eyes that told me in no uncertain terms that I’d overstayed my welcome, and as I really didn’t want to be stuck in the same predicament as when we were back at my beat up Chevy-Ford, I simmered down and used the time to sleep it off.

He came around to my side of the car after he paid and opened my door. I was almost scared to ask him what time it was and where we were. I wasn’t about to say a word, actually.

“We’re in Beaumont. Restrooms are over that way, but if you can hold it, I’ll stop at that motel across the street.” I looked at him, confused. “Look I’ve been driving for ten hours straight and I’m tired as hell. I’ll just rest for a few hours and we can get back on the road again.”

I nodded and pulled out my phone. It was almost two in the morning. By my estimation it was only another three hours to Baton Rouge. It didn’t make sense to stop at a hotel. I was going to offer to drive the rest of the way as I was well rested. Ten hours of sleep tends to do that for a person.

“Before you say anything the answer is no. You’re not driving my car. You lost that privilege when you took it without permission.”

I opened my mouth to tell him it was just a joke, but he shushed me.

“And don’t get all testy that we’re getting a room with only a three-hour drive left. I know my limits and I’m goddamned tuckered out. I’m too tall to be comfortable sleeping in the car. Plus it’s my car and my rules. So what’ll it be, restroom or motel bathroom?”

“Motel,” I finally said after narrowing my eyes and glaring at him for a few seconds.

Putting things in perspective, we were more than seventy-five percent of the way to my destination and I had barely moved a muscle. He didn’t ask me to put money towards gas and I didn’t wear my eyes out driving. The bottom line was he really did do me a big favor, and I was grateful, even if I probably wouldn’t ever tell him that in so many words. I got in the car. Mr. White Knight shut my door and got back in on his side.

Starting the car, he drove off and was in the motel parking lot less than a minute later. He paid for the room, drove up to the door, and started unpacking my stuff. Now I was the one panicking.

“What are you doing? Are you planning on leaving me here as soon as I fall asleep or something?”

He pulled out my two suitcases, threw his duffel bag over his shoulder and looked at me. “I should, but I won’t.”

“So why are you unpacking my shit?”

“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”

“Stop trying to be funny.”

“I’m not. 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 couldn’t stop myself from grinding on his cock, which was so hard already, all I could think of was ripping off our clothes and sitting on it. I didn’t do that. I pulled off my shirt, slowly unclasping my bra and letting it fall off the side of the bed while he smiled and took in the show.

“Mmmm. You have got one gorgeous body, woman. My hands want to touch every square inch of you, my mouth is salivating to taste you, and fuck, even my dick can’t decide whether to bury itself inside your tight sweet pussy or get your pouty pink lips wrapped around it. You’re like sensory overload, little darling. You’ve got me like a kid in a candy store.”

I might not have thought I was that great-looking, but seeing the way Chris looked at me, I knew that wasn’t just a line he was feeding me, and it wasn’t lust. It was somewhere between admiration and marvel, and this man meant every word. I honestly didn’t think a guy could sweet-talk me into an orgasm…until now. Because shit, did he ever bring out the wildcat in me. He had me burning up. I took a second to look him over and then decided I wanted to do that with his clothes off this time. Reaching down, I pushed up the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head and arms.

Jesus, Joseph and Mary. His muscles were sculpted and bulging perfectly everywhere. And his face was divine with that strong jawline, those piercing hazel eyes, and all that thick hair I wanted to run my hands through. I slid my hands up his abs and chest, then down again so I could strip him of his jeans and underwear.

“You’re tempting fate, little lady,” he groaned out the warning as I undid his belt buckle and lowered his zipper.

My hands reached around underneath him, and he lifted his hips enough for me to drag his jeans and boxers down. I think I hissed when his cock sprang free. Holy crap, I had all of that inside me last night? Good God, it was a miracle I wasn’t sore as fuck right now. That was one hell of a big cock. My head floated forward to it before I could think. He growled low when my lips licked around the head then took him in my mouth. He tasted like that spicy citrus I’d smelled on him back at the bar, mixed in with his masculine scent. I could probably do this the rest of the night. That was the predominant thought in my head as I lowered my head and took more of his shaft in my mouth, then lifting up again, watching him as his eyes rolled back into his head from pure pleasure.

His hands made it into my hair, which was still pretty wet from the shower. He guided me up and down his steely length for a few strokes, giving me an idea of the pace he liked while his hips lifted off the bed.

“Yes. That’s it,” he groaned.

Thank goodness he had some self-control. He was enjoying the heck out of my work, but I didn’t want him to come just yet. I needed to feel him inside me again. As if reading my mind, Chris tightened his hold in my hair and pulled me up. His hands went under my armpits and picked me up, and soon he was the one on top of me, stripping my tights and panties down my body, then sitting back and admiring some more.

“Damn,” he muttered, running one hand down my stomach until he had a finger on my throbbing clit.

I sucked in a ragged breath and he parted my legs, thrumming against my sensitive spot. I couldn’t wait another second, not even one. I begged him to come inside me. I even said please. That made half of a smile climb up one side of his face.

“Only because you asked nicely, honey.”

Chris got off the bed and went to his duffel bag, returning with a box of condoms. He opened one, rolling it up with expert prowess before parting my legs wider and getting in between them. His hands reached around to my ass when he positioned himself. He pressed his cock against my opening, squeezing my ass cheeks while he eased his way inside of me. I could probably have cried out from the sheer sensation of him entering me. It was pain and pleasure and heady giddiness and torture all rolled into one. Chris had my hips rolling and wanting him deeper inside me before he was even halfway in. Yet he kept that pace nice and slow, his eyes half closed, taking in all of me from my hair to my breasts all the way down to my toes and everywhere in between.

My hands reached up to the sides of his waist when I couldn’t handle waiting anymore. I gripped him and shoved him forward into me. He grunted out a sound like he was entertained, then he picked up the pace. I just about howled out when he sped up. My God, this guy could fuck, and less than a minute later I was drenched from head to toe and covering my mouth so I wouldn’t wake the whole motel when my orgasm hit me like a brick wall. It was so powerful I think I also said I loved it, or I loved him, or something utterly uncalled for with a guy I was very likely never going to see again after he dropped me off at the bus station somewhere in Baton Rouge tomorrow.

He kept going, picking up the pace yet moving so rhythmically, I really could go all night. Thankfully, he didn’t. His movements went from precision to wild, wicked thrusts that left me panting, and when I just about felt I probably wouldn’t ever walk straight again, he growled out loudly and came. He was a hugger too. He lowered on top of me and held me for a good five minutes before he pulled out and got onto his side. A while after I came back to my senses I assured him that whatever I said when I was coming, I didn’t mean it, especially if the word
love
was used.

“Don’t worry,” he told me. “I know what you meant.”

“What did I say exactly?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before…oh and nothing that made me want to tape your mouth shut like I did about five hours ago.” He gave me a weak grin after he said that.

Tired, Chris sat up and pulled the covers at the foot of the bed over us both, stretched out on his back and we both fell asleep.