Hook Up (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
I’d never had anyone new to tell, so Chris was my first foray into what I envisioned would happen at a therapy session. At least it did by my estimation, because I wasn’t ever going to find that out about counseling first hand. Therapy wasn’t something we did in my neck of the woods. What we did was drink, cuss, carry on, toss shit, dance to country music, maybe do target practice at the gun range or out back, and yes, we fucked to let off steam. Sometimes we did all of that at the same time. I also didn’t conceive of a possibility where I could enjoy a stranger’s company that much. Mind you, I slept for two-thirds of the way. And I hadn’t given myself time to muddle through pros and cons of driving that kind of distance with a stranger in the first place. I’d been given all of a few minutes to decide before I’d accepted his offer to get me here. Now I was here. The time had flown by, and he was off to get back to his life. I kind of missed him. I’d surely remember the mind-blowing sex.
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