Hook Up (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) Read Online Free Page B

moaning and rocking her hips against the pumping.
    That was the dream.
    Hot sex with a curvy minx on the trunk of my Mustang.
    At the side of the I-10.
    In broad daylight.
    It sure wasn’t sensible, but fuck, it was probably on every hot-blooded male’s bucket list.
    “Are you deaf all of a sudden, or are you going to answer my question?”
    Maybe daydreaming about this sassy little vixen wasn’t a good idea while standing right in front of her.
    “Uh, sorry about that. What was a question?”
    “I asked, what you want and what do you think you’re doing here?”
    “Jo, was it? Well, I noticed your car here at the side of the road, and saw those tow trucks drive off, so I thought I’d stop if you needed any help.”
    “Well, I don’t.”
    Damn, she was hard to talk to. “This your car, gingersnap?”
    “So what if it is?”
    “Are you having a bad day, little lady, or are you always this mouthy and difficult?”
    “Don’t little lady me. I never asked you to stop, and I don’t need your help. So what if I’m having a bit of car trouble? My cousin will be along in a few hours, and he’ll help me get a towing service, unlike those three guys who are trying to rip me off just now with their $250 base price bullshit. And that was just to get me into Horizon City, not even back to where my cousin lives.” She folded her arms over her breasts and stared up at me. “So pardon me if I’m a little ticked off right now. And yes, I’m always this mouthy and difficult. I don’t take shit from anyone.”
    Normally if anyone talked to me the way this feisty chick did, especially a stranger that I took precious time to stop and help, I’d have just turned around, gotten back into my car and sped away. There were only two things she said that made me stick around a spell. First, that truck drivers really were trying to screw her by doubling their base towing price. I knew for a fact that my dad’s towing service would’ve towed her shitbox from this spot anywhere in El Paso for less than $200. Second, if her cousin was going to take several hours to move this old wreck off the highway, she was liable to get strapped with a huge parking ticket, plus storage fees if the police showed up first.
    “First of all, little miss, it sounds like you do need my help.” She opened her mouth to cut me off, but I kept talking. “I’m only going to say this once, then you can do whatever the hell you want.” That got her attention. “Look, I agree that those guys were probably trying to shake you down for a little extra cash, but the cops get here before your cousin or whoever you’re waiting for, you’re looking at close to $500 in fines and towing. My dad owns a few auto shops and I can get someone here in maybe less than an hour, and they can get your vehicle back to El Paso wherever you want it.”
    “And how much are you expecting I’ll have to pay for that?”
    “I don’t know, $125? You want me to call them and find out?”
    “Sure. Wait, why are you even helping me right now? Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
    I shook my head. Now I understand why those guys drove off all pissed. This woman was a handful. What I wanted to ask her was whether she was one of those women put here on earth to test man’s patience. I held off on asking that one, but I was so tempted. “Yes I have somewhere to be, which is why you should be grateful I stopped. I’m helping because, well hell…since you’re being so honest, it’s because you made a damned good impression on my dick, and it’s still pretty happy about last night, as much as you’re sweet-looking little potty mouth is ticking me off right now.”
    Okay, so that wasn’t exactly what I was fixing to tell her, but I think it got my point across, because it was the first time she didn’t have a quick comeback. In fact, it took her a good half minute to come up with anything.
    “Christ!” She turned and stepped over to the passenger side of her car. “All