The Hookup Plan (The Love Plan Book 2)

by J. S. Cooper

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m not participating in the Bachelorette Auction just to get laid. If Nick and I have a connection, well, great, but it’s more than about sex and his perceived notions of my kissing ability.”

  “Spoken like a woman that knows her mind.” He nodded. “And also knows she can’t kiss. It’s like when ugly women say they want a man who cares more about personality than looks.”

  “Oh my gosh, what?” My voice rose. “Are you for real?”

  “You know it’s true. Ugly girls want a man who can see past their ugliness, and you want a guy that can see past your bad kissing.”

  “So, I’ve gone from average to bad now?” I shook my head as I packed up the empty food boxes and placed them on one of the empty plates and handed them to him. “Take these through to the kitchen, please.”

  “I’m not saying you’re bad, per se. Maybe it’s just an off night for you.”

  “Or maybe I wasn’t really trying. Ever consider that?”

  He looked back at me for a few seconds then laughed as he shook his head. “Nah, you definitely gave it your all.” He looked at my lips and nodded. “You were pressing those lips into mine as if you were wanting to go to the next level.”

  “Is that what you think?” I put my hands on my lips and laughed, throwing my long blond hair back and shaking my head. I reached up to pull my hair back with a scrunchie and I felt my T-shirt riding up my stomach, leaving an expanse of skin exposed.

  Jeff stared at my stomach for what seemed like an eternity, the smile gone from his face. He stood there with the plates in his hands, and I stared at the full length of his muscular body. He was so hot, even though he was proving to be as big of an asshole as my brother was.

  “I propose we have a bet.” He glanced at me.

  “Oh? What sort of bet?”

  “A kissing bet.” He grinned. “We have each participant fill out a form after their kiss, and then we average all the scores and see who gets the highest score.”

  “You want us to have a bet on who is the better kisser?”

  Was he for real? I didn’t want to think about one other woman kissing him, let alone multiple women kissing him. And what sort of kisses would he be doing to win the bet? Would he be French kissing everyone? Feeling them up and maybe down? Jealousy flooded through me again. I didn’t want Jeff and me to have a kissing bet, but I also didn’t want him to think that I was scared. I was annoyed that I’d let Stella and Jules talk me into this plan without having had the chance to think it through properly. I wanted to win Jeff’s heart, not compete with him for who was the best kisser.

  “Worried that Nick will think you’re kissing too many men?” he asked.

  Irritation coursed through me. Why was he bringing up Nick yet again? I didn’t even know Nick. I could barely remember what he’d looked like. It had been Jules who had thought he was a hottie. She’d always been into the surfer look. I’d agreed he was attractive, but I’d never had any sort of crush on him.

  “I’m sure Nick won’t have much to say once I get my lips on him.” I lowered my eyelashes and licked my lips seductively. “I’ll just give him a little dance and sing him a little song, and he’ll be like putty in my hand.”

  “A dance?” Jeff raised his eyebrows at me. “What sort of dance?”

  “You know …” I said, the alcohol making me braver than I normally was. “I love it when you call me señorita,” I sang and raised my hands up in the air and did a sexy little dance that I’d seen in the “Señorita” music video with Camilla Cabello and Shawn Mendes.

  “You love it when I call you what?” Jeff looked confused, but his eyes were watching my every move.

  “Señorita.” I laughed. “Don’t you know that song?”

  “No, I’m afraid not.” He shook his head. “I’m afraid to tell you that it’s against the law for you to dance like that at the auction.” His face looked serious. “It’s against the law to—”

  “To dance?” I raised an eyebrow at him as I cut him off. “Since when has it been illegal to dance?”

  “The city ordinances in Canyon Beach forbid lap dancing and strip clubs.”

  I burst out laughing and grabbed a handful of glasses to carry with me to the kitchen. “You think I’m going to give lap dances to win our bet?”

  “I don’t know.” He shrugged as he followed me into the kitchen and placed the dishes on the side of the sink. “You want me to help you wash up?”

  “No, thanks.” I shook my head as I placed the glasses into the sink. “I’m not going to give every man in Canyon Beach a lap dance. Maybe only Nick.” I was pleased to see the scowl that crossed his face at my words.

  “I will have to arrest you if I see that.”

  “I’ll have to stop giving you free cupcakes if you arrest me.”

  “I’ll have to tell Nanna that her co-owner isn’t treating the police force right.” He stepped closer to me, his blue eyes burning into mine. “I tell you, if you weren’t Nolan’s sister, I’d …” His words trailed off while I stood there hoping he was going to kiss me again.

  “You’d what?” I prompted him to continue.

  “Nothing.” He shook his head, leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek and pulled back. He handed me his hand and said. “So, let’s shake on this bet. May the best kisser win.”

  “May the worst kisser not take it too hard.” I shook his hand and smiled. “Hopefully, they don’t kick you off the police force when you lose.”

  “Yeah, hopefully.” He laughed. “Good night, Betsy.”

  “Good night, Jeff.”

  We walked toward my front door, side by side.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He opened the door and stepped outside. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead, he just shook his head and gave me a quick hug before walking away to his car. A part of me wanted to run after him and tell him to stay the night. I wanted to tell him that he should help me get ready for the kissing booth. I wanted to grab him and kiss him hard and show him exactly how good of a kisser I was, but instead, all I did was close the door behind him and lean back against it.

  I closed my eyes and thought about the brief moment that his lips had been on mine and the way his bulge had poked into me. He’d been turned on by me and my subpar kiss. I grinned to myself at that. I’d turned him on enough to know that deep down, even if he didn’t want to admit it, Jefferson Evian fancied me, at least a little bit.

  Chapter 5

  Jeff

  Idiot. What the fuck was I thinking challenging Betsy to a kissing contest? There was no way in hell that I wanted her pressing her soft, pliable lips against every Tom, Dick, and Harry in Canyon Beach. I got into my car stiffly, my cock hard and upset that it had to walk away from Betsy Montgomery once again. If she wasn’t the most beautiful and insufferable woman in town, then I didn’t know who was.

  I started my car and drove home thinking about what I’d done. My stupid ego had made me bring up the idea of a kissing bet. I’d fully expected her to decline and tell me that she had no interest in Nick Campbell. But no, of course, she had to accept and then to proceed to tell me that Nick would appreciate her kisses. Which, of course, he would because why wouldn’t he?

  I wanted to strangle Julia Gilbert. I was almost positive that it had been her idea for Betsy to be a part of the Bachelorette Auction. There was no way Betsy would have come up with something like this herself. Ever since we’d been little kids, Jules had been scheming and coming up with plans that got both her and Betsy into trouble. I had no idea what Nolan saw in her. Aside from her good looks, she was a completely immature human being. Though, if I was honest, I’d known since high school that Nolan had had a thing for Jules. The way he’d always tried to protect her and the umpteen times he had talked about her to anyone who would listen. He would always come up with ways to somehow be around her, and, of course, I had followed because he was my best friend and because wherever Julia was, Betsy was not far behind. Betsy, with
her long blond hair and her big blue eyes that were always smiling and happy. She had an impish smile and the cutest dimple in her right cheek that made my heart warm when I saw her. And as she’d grown older, her body had developed into something that was surely an object of desire for every man, with her perfectly round breasts. I was pretty sure she was a 36C, a handful that I would love to play with. And she had an ass that was made for bouncing on my cock.

  I groaned as I pulled into my driveway. I was going to make myself crazy. I had to stop thinking of her this way. Betsy was Nolan’s sister, and Nolan would kill me if I fucked his sister. Shit! I was in over my head and I knew I needed to bang one out before bed. I headed up to my apartment and went directly to the bar in my living room and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler. I poured a very generous triple shot into the glass and drank it quickly. Probably not the best idea on an empty stomach, but I needed the alcohol to try and get my mind off Betsy. Of course, it didn’t work. It just made me think of her more. Boy, did she have a banging body. I felt myself growing hard again, so I made my way to the shower.

  I quickly pulled off my clothes and turned on the water, stepping in and letting the water cascade down on me. I grabbed my cock and moved my hand up and down, closing my eyes as I leaned back against the wall and pictured Betsy’s pink lips taking me into her mouth and deep-throating me. I could almost feel the tip of her tongue licking the head of my cock as she sucked me. My cock grew harder as I imagined exploding in her mouth and her licking me up eagerly before begging me to fuck her hard.

  “Oh shit,” I groaned as I felt myself cumming hard in the shower. I watched as it ran down the drain. I grabbed some soap and cleaned myself off and then stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and walked into my bedroom while drying my hair off. I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on before opening a drawer in my dresser to pull out a pair of boxer shorts. My phone beeped. I grabbed it and saw that Veronica was texting me. I opened the message and sat back on the bed.

  “What you up to, sexy?”

  “Just got home. What’s up?” I texted back. I’d known Veronica Ryans back in high school. We’d hooked up a couple of times but never gone all the way. She’d given me head at a few football games and made it clear to me that she was there for the taking if I’d wanted her, but she’d seemed like she would be a lot of drama. The cheerleaders always were. I’d appreciated her high kicks and flashes a few times she’d taken off her underwear for me but she’d been too easy.

  She’d left town and became a model in New York City, and I hadn’t thought twice about her until she’d gotten back to town a few months ago and shocked some of the elderly citizens of Canyon Beach by sunbathing nude on the sand. Everyone in town knew that part, but what I hadn’t included in the report was the fact that she’d been holding a vibrator to her pussy when I’d showed up and asked me to hold it for her when I’d told her to put some clothes on. I’d declined the offer and given her an official warning, but ever since then she’d been texting me, trying to get me to come over.

  “Was just feeling an itch that I hoped you could fix.”

  “Maybe try some Benadryl?”

  “It’s not that kind of itch.”

  I rolled my eyes at her text and thought about her perfectly tan body that day at the beach. Veronica was a beautiful woman, but I just wasn’t interested in what she had to offer. No matter how much she wanted me.

  She texted me back again ten seconds later. “You still there?”

  “Yup.”

  “Want to come over?”

  “Just got out of the shower.”

  “Perfect.”

  “I’m headed to bed.”

  “I can come over.”

  “Not tonight,” I responded, wondering if I should say “not ever,” but not wanting to be too mean. An image of Betsy hit me, and I knew that if she’d asked me to come over, I would have been all for it. Though that would lead to way too many complications.

  “Boo. :(.”

  I stared at her last text message and before I knew what I was doing, I was scrolling through my phonebook for Betsy’s number. I was going to text her to apologize for kissing her, but instead, I decided to FaceTime her. The phone rang for a few seconds before she answered, her pretty face showing up on the screen with a confused look on her face.

  “Hey, there.” She was clearly in her bed already.

  “Hey, Betsy.” I stared at her tousled hair as she sat up. She had changed and was now wearing a gray tank top that clung to her body tightly. My breath caught as I realized she was wearing no bra and that I could see her nipples poking through her top.

  “Hey, Jeff.” She blinked. “What’s up?”

  “I just wanted to apologize for kissing you tonight,” I said, trying to keep my eyes off of her breasts. I could feel myself growing hard again.

  “No worries,” she said with a small smile, and I could see her looking at my chest.

  “I just got out of the shower,” I said by way of explanation.

  “Oh.” Her face went red and I knew she thought I was naked so I stood up.

  “I have on boxers,” I said and moved the camera down slowly. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to give you a sneak peek of my pencil.” I winked at her and she went even redder. I laughed slightly as I thought about her earlier comments. I was completely confident in the size of my manhood; at seven and a half inches I knew that I was working with something that could and did give pleasure to every woman that was lucky enough to be with me. I was confident that if I was ever inside of Betsy, she’d take back her pencil comment very quickly. “But I can if you want me to.”

  “You can what?” she asked, running her hands through her hair.

  “I can give you a sneak peek.” I nodded down toward my manhood.

  “No, thanks.” Her voice was high.

  “You okay?” I laughed, and she nodded.

  “Yeah, I think I just need some water.” She rolled to the side of the bed and stood up, the phone moving slightly as she got out of bed. I took a sharp intake of breath as I saw her bare thighs and realized she only had on a pair of panties with her tank top. Oh, how badly I wanted to be in that bed with her right now. She moved the phone back up to her face as she walked along the corridor to the kitchen. “So, is that all you called me for?” she asked.

  “Yeah.” I nodded, though I was loath to get off of the phone with her. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t too drunk or anything,” I lied.

  “No, I’m okay. I didn’t drink that much.” She grabbed a bottle of water and walked back toward her bedroom. “I’m sure I’ll be fine in the morning.” She took a swig of water from the bottle, and all I could think about was my cock between her lips.

  “Good, good,” I said and then because I wasn’t thinking properly, I added, “Have you ever sexted?”

  “Sexted?” Her eyes were wide. “Like, sexy texts?”

  “Yeah, have you ever sent sexy texts or videos?”

  “No … no, I haven’t. Have you?”

  “No.” I laughed. “Never have something that can be used against you.” I paused. “What about livestream dirty chat?” I asked her, feeling risqué.

  “Livestream dirty chat?”

  “Yeah, like talking dirty on FaceTime when it isn’t recorded,” I said, not really sure where I was going with the conversation.

  “No.” She shook her head. “You?”

  “I’ve thought about it, but no.” This was the first time I’d thought about it, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “I’ve heard some people even have phone sex live.”

  “Wow,” she said, and I watched as she got back into her bed. “I didn’t know that.”

  “Yeah.” I settled back into my sheets and turned the light off. “Can you still see me?”

  “Yeah, you’re darker but I can see you.” She turned her light off as well, but I could still see her face illuminated by her screen light.

  “Have you ever had phone sex?
” I asked her and she shook her head lightly.

  “No, you?”

  “No,” I said. “You were wrong by the way. Earlier. So wrong.”

  “Wrong about what?” she asked me and I watched her licking her lips nervously.

  “About my cock. It’s not like a pencil.”

  “Really?” She smiled. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I teased her, as I felt my cock growing harder. I reached down and readjusted it in my boxers.

  “It felt pretty skinny to me.”

  “It’s the opposite of skinny.”

  “Sure it is.” She giggled.

  “I’ll show you if you don’t believe me.”

  “Yeah, right. I don’t believe you.”

  Then, maybe because I was tired or horny or whatever, I did something I’d never done before. I pulled down my boxer shorts and repositioned my phone so that she could see my cock, hard and upright.

  “Oh my, Jeff, what are you doing?” she squealed into the phone as I repositioned it back to my face.

  “I was proving to you how big I am. A man has to maintain his—”

  “Jeff!” She cut me off. “I cannot believe you just showed me your penis.”

  “Show me a breast,” I said, feeling daring, but she just shook her head. The alcohol had really gone to my head. I was feeling very daring and horny as fuck.

  “No way,” she said, but she seemed hesitant.

  “Are you turned on right now?” I was about to ask her something else when my doorbell rang.

  “Who’s that?” Her eyebrows furrowed. “Who are you expecting at two a.m.?”

  “No one.” I got out of bed and headed to the front door. “Hold on.” I walked through my apartment with the phone in my hand. I opened the front door and there stood Veronica, wearing a sexy smile on her face and a long trench coat.

  “Surprise.” She opened the coat so that I could see that she was naked underneath.

  “I got to go,” I said into the phone quickly and hung up, hoping that Betsy had not gotten a show of Veronica standing there.

  “Why, hello there, happy to see me?” Veronica grinned as she stepped into the hallway and stared down at my cock. I’d forgotten to put my boxers back on and was now standing naked in front of her, my cock hard and standing to attention. She dropped to her knees and looked up at me with a grin. “Why, hello there, Mr. Officer, it’s good to see you again.” She leaned forward and was about to take me into her mouth when I pushed her away and pulled her up.