All The Way (Hot Jocks #2) by Kendall Ryan
I know it’s time to move on from my rocky past and get back out there and start dating again.
It’s just that every time I think about it, I get all nervous and sweaty.
Good thing I have a secret weapon to help me—my best friend, professional hockey stud Owen Parrish.
He’s the king of hookups, and promises he’ll be my guide through the world of online dating. With his help, I know this won’t be as hard.
• • •
I’ve never been this hard in my entire life.
My friend Becca wants my help hooking her up with some douchey guy from a dating app.
I said I’d help her—but now I’m noticing all kinds of things I can’t ignore, like how pretty she is behind those baggy clothes and messy buns.
I want to be the one to help her, to show her the ropes in the bedroom, and it turns out, Becca’s game to let me take a more hands-on approach.
But what happens when she’s ready to take her newfound confidence and move on? I’ve never been boyfriend material, but for her, I want to try.
Your favorite hot jocks are back with an all new standalone novel. If you like sexy, confident men who know how to handle a stick (on and off the ice), and smart women who are strong enough to keep all those big egos in check, this series is for you!
(Books can be enjoyed in any order.)
Excerpt All The Way (Hot Jocks #2) by Kendall Ryan
I pull my phone out of my pocket and quickly type a text to Becca.
Have you used your toy yet?
Her eyes widen as she reads my text from across the room while standing beside my sister. The game I’m playing is a dangerous one, but fuck it, I can’t find it in me to care. I’m desperate for her answer.
Her reply comes in a second later, and when I look down at my phone, I smirk.
Rolling my eyes, I fire off another quick message.
I want to make out with you.
I love being able to watch her reactions when she reads my messages. It’s almost like we’re flirting, even though we haven’t spoken more than a few words all night. If she doesn’t want our friends to know there’s something going on between us, I’ll have to respect that.
Becca laughs, smiling down at her phone.
That could be fun . . .
My fingers skate across the keys.
Fake a stomachache. I’ll drive you home.
She shakes her head, meeting my eyes briefly before typing a reply.
Everyone will know.
“Dude, get off your phone and play,” Teddy says.
I stuff my phone into my pocket, realizing it’s somehow my turn again.
I focus on the game for a few minutes, but I can’t keep my gaze from straying to Becca every few seconds. There’s a rosy blush on her cheeks, and I wonder if it’s because she’s imagining what might happen later like I am. Hell, maybe she doesn’t want anything to happen later and I need to back off, which would suck, but of course I would respect her wishes.
Becca excuses herself from the girl talk and heads to the kitchen. I slap my hand down on the table, folding, and follow her.