“What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?”
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.
“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.
“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.
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.
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.
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!
One Baby Daddy is the third book in the Dating By Number series and focuses on Hayden Holmes, the hockey player (aka The Jock). We met Hayden in first book, when he went on a date with Noely. This book actually parallels that book, which I appreciated. This book is very different from the first two books, and also ties into the Binghamton series that Meghan Quinn wrote as well (there are four books in that series – I read one).
Hayden costs his team in Philadelphia the chance to advance the playoffs, and needs to take some time away from hockey. He goes back to his hometown of Binghamton, in upstate New York, to hang out with his old friend, Racer (from Twisted Twosome – the book from that series I did read). While at Racer’s for a party, he meets Adalyn and they have instant chemistry. She’s funny and sassy.
Adalyn is a nurse and works with Emma and Logan (Emma is from that series as well). She is also attracted to Hayden, but Racer has made it very clear that he wants Hayden to stay away from Adalyn. This only makes her want Hayden more. So they start hanging out, having a great time, and then there is a twist.
Yes, Adalyn gets pregnant. That’s pretty obvious, duh. That’s not the twist, and I won’t spoil it. This is where the entire story changes.
Up until the point that Adalyn got pregnant, I liked her. After she got pregnant, she became a different person who I didn’t really like her at all. She did end up redeeming herself at the end, but she made some incredibly dumb decisions that were selfish and hurtful, and those decisions made her unlikable.
Hayden, on the other hand, is a typical MQ hero. He’s such a great guy. He was so thoughtful – that’s the main thing, but he was sweet, caring and kind as well. He was such a well written male character. Where the second book was more funny, this book was more serious.
I gave the other two books in the series 5 stars, but I only gave this book 4 stars. It’s all because of Adalyn. Noely was such a great heroine in the first book, and Rylee was great too, but I just hated how Adalyn was the last 40% of the book. There were a few times I wanted to smack her – and I would never smack a pregnant woman! That’s how frustrated I was (and I’m also surprised in all the feedback I read that no-one else felt the same way).
This book is worth the read, especially because of Hayden. Such a great guy and a hockey player to boot (I love me some hockey players – I’m looking at a photo of Patrick Sharp on my desk as I type this)!
I would recommend!