Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,99

and she holds her hands up. “Okay, okay. I get it. But Cole’s been home for a month, recovering from a concussion, and his team—the Seattle Shooters, in case you don’t know the league’s name,” she adds with a wink, “are probably going to make it to the playoffs, so you know he’s watching all the games. You don’t have to like him to ask him to explain a few of the plays, right?”

“I suppose.”

Wait! What? Am I really thinking about asking The Playmaker to help me? I reach for my latté and blow on it before I take another big gulp.

“And if you ask me, while he’s helping you learn the plays, I think you two should hate fuck.”

I choke on my drink, spitting most of it on my friend as the rest dribbles down my chin.

OMFG, how embarrassing. All eyes turn to me. Mortified, I grab a napkin and start wiping my face, but Jess is laughing so hard, I start laughing with her.

“Couldn’t you have waited until I swallowed?” I ask.

“That’s what she said.”

“Ohmigod, Jess. How are we friends?”

She waves a dismissive hand. “You know you love me because I’m hellacioulsy funny.”

“I do, just stop cracking jokes when I’m drinking.”

She leans towards me conspiratorially, and I brace myself. “I wasn’t joking. You and Cocky Cole Cannon should hate fuck. He’s as sexy today as he was when he used to hang out with Cason at your house when we were teens.” I give her a look that suggests she’s insane. She ignores it and wags her brows. “He’s explosive on the ice, but do you know why they really call him the Cannon?”

“Because it’s his last name.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the only reason.”

Don’t ask. Don’t ask.

“Okay, then why?” I ask.

“’Cause he’s loaded between his legs.”

Yeah, okay, I totally set myself up for that.

“You don’t know that,” I shoot back. My mind races to my brother’s best friend, and I mentally go over his form. He’s athletic, tall and—as much as I hate to admit it—hot as hell. The perfect trifecta. Could he be packing too? Working with some top-notch equipment?

Jesus, what am I doing? The last thing I should be thinking about is Cole’s ‘cannon’.

“Come on.” Jess grabs her purse. “I’ll drive you there.”

I flatten my hands on the table. “I’m not going to his house, especially not unannounced.”

“Give him a call then.”

“No.”

She sits back in her chair and folds her arms, a sign she’s changing tactics. “And here I thought you liked your condo and food in your cupboards.”

I groan at the direct hit.

Her voice softens and she touches my hand. “But you know you always have—”

“Fine.” I stop her before she brings up my trust fund. Yeah, sure, Mom and Dad set money aside for me, but I don’t want to use it. I want to live by my own means, make it on my own merit. Besides it wasn’t their money I wanted, then or now, it was their attention, their love. I moved out years ago and only ever hear from them on my birthday or at Christmas.

I pull my phone from my purse. “I’ll text him. If he doesn’t answer, we don’t talk about this again.” I go through my contacts and find his number, having stored it years ago when he called to check on me after my injury. The call had taken me by surprise; so did his concern. Maybe my brother put him up to it. I don’t know. Nor do I know why I kept his number.

My fingers fly across the screen, but in no way do I expect him to respond. At least I hope he doesn’t. I read over the text. Sorry to hear about your concussion. I was wondering if you could help me with something. Then hit send.

I set my phone down and look at Jess. “Happy?”

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s going to be homeless.”

Point taken. Maybe I should be hoping he does text back.

My phone pings, and we both reach for it. Jess gets it first, and from her smirk, I guess my wish just came true—Colin responded.

Careful what you wish for.

“What does it say?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

“It says, sure what’s up?” Jess’s fingers dance over the screen as she responds for me.

“What are you saying?” I ask, panic welling up inside me. “So help me, if you’re telling him I need to get laid…”

The phone pings again and she holds it out for me to read.

“I asked—I mean you asked if you could stop by his place, and he said sure.”

“I don’t know whether to kiss you or choke you,” I say.

Jess laughs. “I think you’ll be thanking me.” She stands. “Come on.”

We make our way outside, and the rain has slowed to a light mist as I follow her down the street to her parked car. I hop in and question my sanity. Am I really going to ask Cocky Cannon to teach me the game?

Jess starts the car and the locks click as she pulls into traffic. Guess so.

“You remember where he lives?” I ask. I think back to when he bought the house. He had a big party to celebrate. I was invited but didn’t go. Why would I? Watching the hockey players with their bunnies was not my idea of a good time.

“Of course.” She jacks the tunes and sings along off-key as she drives. Twenty minutes later, she pulls up in front of his mansion. It’s a ridiculously big house for one person. I stare at it, and once again question my sanity.

“Go,” Jess says.

“I’m going,” I shoot back. I open the door, and smooth my hand over my mess of curls. Why the hell did I do that? It’s not like I’m trying to make myself presentable or impress him. We don’t even like each other.

I force my legs to carry me to his door, and I’m about to knock when it opens. My breath catches as I take in Cole, standing before me shirtless and barefoot, dressed only in a pair of faded jeans that hug him so nicely.

God, he is so freaking hot—and I never, ever should have come here.

As we stare at each other, like we’re in some goddamn Mexican standoff, I can’t stop thinking about his ‘cannon’. My gaze drops to the lovely bulge between his legs, and a moan I have no control over catches in my throat as Jess’s words come back to haunt me.

You two should hate fuck.

Thank you, Jess, for planting that idea in my brain. Christ, I should have choked her when I had the chance.

Also by Cathryn Fox

Blue Bay Crew

Demolished

Leveled

Hammered

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Single Dad

Single Dad Next Door

Single Dad on Tap

Single Dad Burning Up

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Players on Ice

The Playmaker

The Stick Handler

The Body Checker

The Hard Hitter

The Risk Taker

The Wing Man

The Puck Charmer

The Troublemaker

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In the Line of Duty

His Obsession Next Door

His Strings to Pull

His Trouble in Talulah

His Taste of Temptation

His Moment to Steal

His Best Friend’s Girl

His Reason to Stay

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Confessions

Confessions of a Bad Boy Professor

Confessions of a Bad Boy Officer

Confessions of a Bad Boy Fighter

Confessions of a Bad Boy Gamer

Confessions of a Bad Boy Millionaire

Confessions of a Bad Boy Santa

Confessions of a Bad Boy CEO

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Hands On

Hands On

Body Contact

Full Exposure

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Dossier

Private Reserve

House Rules

Under Pressure

Big Catch

Brazilian Fantasy

Improper Proposal

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Boys of Beachville

Good at Being Bad

Igniting the Bad Boy

Bad Girl Therapy

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Stone Cliff Series:

Crashing Down

Wasted Summer

Love Lessons

Wrapped Up

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Eternal Pleasure Series

Instinctive

Impulsive

Indulgent

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Sun Stroked Series

Seaside Seduction

Deep Desire

Private Pleasure

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Captured and Claimed Series:

Yours to Take

Yours to Teach

Yours to Keep

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Firefighter Heat Series

Fever

Siren

Flash Fire

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Playing For Keeps Series

Slow Ride

Wild Ride

Sweet Ride

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Breaking the Rules:

Hold Me Down Hard

Pin Me Up Proper

Tie Me Down Tight

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Stand Alone Title:

Hands on with the CEO

Torn Between Two Brothers

Holiday Spirit

Unleashed

Knocking on Demon’s Door

Web of Desire

About Cathryn

New York Times and USA today Bestselling author, Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.

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