The hookup, p. The Hookup, p. In accordance with the U. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Keeping my head down, I pull out my notepad and try to look organized and ready for the lecture. The shocked sound has me turning. The sensation is so unnerving that I can only sit there, my hand fluttering to my chest where my heart struggles to break free.
Breathe by Kristen Ashley (P1)
Oddly, the guy gapes back at me, as if he too feels the strange kick. Which must be wrong; no guy has ever gaped at me. Stranger still, it feels as if I know him, have known him for years. Which is ridiculous. Still looking at me, he suddenly speaks. And it causes a stir. People snap out of their morning fog, turn, stare, and start whispering among themselves.
He ignores them, watching only me. It flusters me.
Drew Baylor. His name is a ripple through the room. Recognition sets in. The quarterback. Disappointment is swift and sharp. I have zero interest in getting to know the star quarterback.
Chest tight, I turn away and try to ignore him. Easier said than done. As soon as class ends, I attempt to flee. And nearly run into a solid wall of muscled chest instead. We stand facing each other in silence, me staring at his chest, and his gaze burning a hole through the top of my head. Annoyed, I straighten my shoulders and force myself to look aloof.
Heat and vitality come off him in waves. I think I sway a bit. He is close enough that I notice the faint stubble along his strong chin and the glints of gold in his brown hair. He wears it cut short, and thick clusters of it spike along the top and front.
Dec 19, She's definitely not prepared to engage in her very first hookup with him. Then Izzy wakes up the next morning in Johnny Gamble's bed and good girl Izzy finds she likes being bad for Johnny. Even so, Izzy feels Johnny holding her at arm's length. Kristen Ashley - The Hookup. Because the promise of it actually being a good thing and that not coming to fruition would be cataclysmic.4/5(32). The Free Books Online The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(43),ate the latest books every day The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(43),online free book The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(43),Johnny stared down at me. Dont worry, I told him. I gave her back after shed recovered. Said she got stuck in my garage. Her baby had her belly shaved and she probably figured it out but she.
But I doubt that was the case, because he smells fantastic-like warm pears and crisp air. I almost lean in for a better whiff, but manage to control myself.
I almost smile, start to rethink my earlier stance of avoidance. Then he opens his mouth and ruins everything. The warm cadence of his voice rolls over me before the words actually make sense. I gape up at him, too shocked to even form a proper glare. My mind is stuck on one thing. His comment is a punch to the gut. Yet not entirely out of left field. Having been chubby for most of my adolescence has left me sensitive. One stupid word from this guy and I feel the pain all over again, damn it.
If youre dying to read a classic Kristen Ashley book thats sizzling hot and a hopelessly romantic love story with a touch of drama thrown in for good measure, The Hookup is a must-read! Johnny Gamble *sigh* is a KA signature ALPHA/5. Colt knows about the hookup and Ill explain shit now. Ill do it once, Mike. He doesnt know the man I am or the feelings I had for Cher even before this happened and know Ill have a care, then we got p. The Hookup by Kristen Ashley. December 18, Complicated by Kristen Ashley. November 6, The Three Series by Kristen Ashley Wild and Free by Kristen Ashley. September 1, Soaring by Kristen Ashley. August 30, The Time in Between by Kristen Ashley. August 28, The Will by Kristen Ashley. July 2, The Farthest.
Somehow, I find my voice. The corners of his eyes crease in what might be a wince. I hate that too. Believe me, I was referring to the best of places. As he is staring, he sees and sucks in a sharp breath.
He flinches again, his eyes snapping up to my face. I remember too, Anna Jones. I ignore the flush of surprise washing over me and cross my arms in front of me. He just gapes at me. White teeth flash in a quick smile. Could work.
The Hook Up (Game On #1) Kristen Callihan. Prologue. my hand fluttering to my chest where my heart struggles to break free. Oddly, the guy gapes back at me, as if he too feels the strange kick. Which must be wrong; no guy has ever gaped at me. So maybe it's just that I'm staring at him. Only, he's staring at me too, and he doesn't.
Though it veers a bit too much toward sarcasm for my taste. I blink. His response sends a tingle through me. A pretty face is one thing. A quick mind is nearly irresistible to me.
Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA. She nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn't taken her first breath!). Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana but has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country. 86 rows Free reading novel The Hookup on website, you can read more type of book at Online reading novels for free. Author: Kristen Ashley. Category: Romance. Series: Moonlight and Motor Oil #1. For Advertise. List chapters # Chapter ate; 1: The Hookup - Page 1: 19/12/ 2. Books by Kristen Ashley Connect with Kristen Ashley Panties Izzy I WOKE UP to the sound of a ceiling fan. I did not have a ceiling fan. Obviously, this made me open my eyes and do it fast. Which brought to my brain the fact that I was lying on tan sheets. They had a slight sheen to them. I could feel them too, and they were soft.4/5(32).
Especially when paired with that grin he wears. No anger there or even triumph, he simply waits for the next volley, enjoying it. Stranger still, I enjoy it.
I fight to maintain my bland look as I respond. His scent and his heat surround me, making my knees weak as I finish.
Those lines deepen now as his voice drops to a murmur. His nostrils flare on an indrawn breath, and his gaze goes liquid hot. And somehow I walked right into his trap. Heat rises to my cheeks as I stand there, staring back at him.
The hookup kristen ashley free online
He was tall. He was built. Broad shoulders. Veined forearms. Ridged stomach.
Bulky thighs. Not the kind of man standing on a wooden balcony behind whom-I squinted-rotated a water wheel. A water wheel! This fact, the fact that he was that handsome, not the fact that he lived somewhere with the impossibility of a functioning water wheel, was not the reason I was in his bed in his home in the middle of nowhere, a home that had a water wheel.
To be honest, this was part of the reason. But not all of it. My mother taught me it was not my place to judge. Not anything. Not anyone. You just never know. In fact, my mom was that kind of girl.
I was too shy. To be honest, I was also a hint of a prude. I tried to drive that out of me, the need I felt to be proper, modest, good. With men, these days especially, I was skittish. But not with Johnny. Not Johnny Gamble. And not just because he was so handsome. It was also not just because he bought my drinks. That also said a lot of good about him. He was interested.
He was following everything I said. His attention was all on me. His grin was broken, hitched at one corner, creasing one side of his face in a way that made his dark eyes seem like they were twinkling. His smile was more. Big, bright and white in that dark beard, curving those full lips, it was sweet and it was sexy, both achingly so, both in equal measures. And he gave me both a lot, his grin and his smile, which was also another reason why I was right then naked in his bed.
He thought I was funny. And I liked that. It felt good to make him grin and smile, and definitely chuckle something he did a lot of too. I would find it only got better after that.
It started with the fact that he opened the door to his truck for me. And after I was in, he closed it behind me. I have dogs. Cats too. And some, uh. She lives close to me. I want to ask her to pop around in the morning to feed them, let the dogs out. And like getting me a glass of water between drinks, it showed that he, too, had a mind to me. So yes, definitely yes, he started out great and kept getting better.
I texted Deanna with this information, and although the anxiety sheared away at his earlier comment, it came back because we went out of town. Serial killers, I was sure, lived on dirt roads in wooded areas. And maniacs that forced you into underground bunkers and kept you captive while forcing you to make babies so they could build armies or whatever also surely all lived on dirt roads in wooded areas. He got out, came around and opened my door mostly because I was frozen in my seat.
He also took my hand, and when I turned my head, I could feel through the dark that he was looking into my eyes. Johnny got out of my way as I got out of his truck. He guided me to some wooden, open-slat steps at the side of the building, and he stopped me halfway up to kiss me. The rest was a haze of nothing but goodness. During that goodness, on more than one occasion, he had bitten me. And after three times of having sex but four orgasms for meI fell asleep naked in his arms.
Now there I was, still naked in his bed, and he was deep in contemplation of the creek and woods that surrounded his home, cocooning it in nature, looking a part of it with his bearded-man-because-he-was-a-man-who-wore-a-beard, sweats-wearing, coffee-drinking casualness in his space. I looked away and spied my panties tangled with my jeans on the floor by his bed, and not far away from them was the T-shirt he wore last night.
I scooched to the edge of the bed, holding the sheet to my chest, and kept scooching, and reaching, as I extended out a leg as far as I could stretch, toes pointed, to drag his T-shirt my way. I managed this, leaned over, grabbed it and pulled it over my head. Only then did I get up.
I was tall. He was taller but I was tall. He had very broad shoulders, so the shirt bagged at mine and down my chest, but it barely covered my rump. I slid them on, surreptitiously looking out the windows only to see Johnny had moved, but only to be in the act of lifting his coffee mug to his lips.
The Hookup, p
His eyes were still trained to the distance, his back partially twisted toward me. Thus I took in the room, which was one big room huge actually with kitchen, dining area, lounging area, a reading area, and bed.
But there was a mouth to a hall to the right of the kitchen. I headed that way seeing three doors down the hall, two to the right, one to the left. The first to the right was open. I glanced in and saw a big long room that had a lot of stuff.
This stuff was a furnace, water heater and a Wi-Fi setup, but also a bunch of man things. Jackets and fleeces on hooks. Boots and running shoes in an untidy pile on the floor. A gun rack with four places for rifles, only two of them taken. What appeared to be a bound up tent and some folded camp chairs in the corner. A camp stove.