Bring The Heat: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 1) by KB Winters Page A
Authors: KB Winters
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the green dress clinging to her hot body. A body I knew so damn well. Her peaches and cream complexion covered every inch of her. Strawberry blonde hair. Natural. And a smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks when she wasn’t wearing her expensive ass makeup. She had a beauty mark on her left ass cheek and a scar from a burn on the inside of her left wrist from a curling iron when she was sixteen.
Son of a bitch. This could not be happening.
“Wright?”
I held up a finger. “I’ll be down in the lobby in fifteen minutes. I need to change first.”
“Change?” Robby repeated.
I was already wearing jeans and a button down shirt. The same outfit I planned on wearing out to dinner and the club. “I’ll be there.”
Robby shrugged and left the room. The other staff filtered out, but Summer hung back and flashed me a mega-watt smile when we were the last two in the suddenly hollow feeling space.
“Well, well, Cody. I bet you never thought you’d be seeing me again,” she purred, taking deliberate, slow steps to close the gap between us. She stopped a foot away. The scent of her all-too-familiar perfume floated over to me. Something expensive and exquisite. Delicate but overpowering.
Just like her.
“What are you doing here, Summer?”
A corner of her lips pulled up in an amused grin. “You heard Coach. I’m working for the team. I’ll be helping the PR—”
“That’s not what I meant. What are you doing here?” I growled.
Her sapphire blue eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m getting on with my life, Cody. You obviously didn’t care the day you left me high and dry back in college. Why should you care now?”
“Because you’re here, on my turf.”
“Your turf?” She snorted. “You’ve been on the team less than a week, Cody. This is hardly your turf. So get over yourself.”
I shook my head, still in disbelief that she was there, standing in front of me. My college girlfriend. My first and last real relationship. And it didn’t end well.
Not at all.
“I’m here. You’re here. So the way I see it, we have two choices. We can play nice. Very nice, if you’re up for it,” she purred, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. She traced a hand up the front of my shirt.
I grasped her wrist. “What’s the second option?”
“You stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. But, Cody, you should know you’d be breaking my heart all over again if you pretend I don’t exist. That what we had wasn’t real. Wouldn’t it be more fun to play together? We used to be so great.”
She closed the gap between us, stepping in close to me. The heat from her body and her perfume flooded my mind with memories. Her naked, riding me with her beautiful tits bouncing. Her lips parted, eyes closed, crying out my name while I fucked her from behind. The way her thighs grabbed mine when she ground that sweet pussy on my cock.
I shook my head violently, desperate to clear the memories.
“No, Summer. Those days are gone and you know it just as well as I do.”
She frowned. “So be it.”
She gave her wrist a tug and I released her. She started to step around me but stopped and leaned back to meet my eyes. “I should mention one more thing…I happen to have a very close relationship with Willis, you know, the owner of the Warriors. He listens to anything I say, and I’d hate for word to reach him of any… impropriety on the part of one of his players.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Summer smiled—a wicked evil smile. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot you’re a little slow. It means I’m fucking the owner of your team. If I say the word, your ass will be sent back to Holdenville so fast your head will spin. So watch yourself, Cody. You do not want to piss me off.”
My jaw flexed but I kept it clamped shut.
She smiled sweetly. “We straight?”
Before I could answer, she swept past me, and I turned to watch her just as she sashayed her perfect hips through the
Son of a bitch. This could not be happening.
“Wright?”
I held up a finger. “I’ll be down in the lobby in fifteen minutes. I need to change first.”
“Change?” Robby repeated.
I was already wearing jeans and a button down shirt. The same outfit I planned on wearing out to dinner and the club. “I’ll be there.”
Robby shrugged and left the room. The other staff filtered out, but Summer hung back and flashed me a mega-watt smile when we were the last two in the suddenly hollow feeling space.
“Well, well, Cody. I bet you never thought you’d be seeing me again,” she purred, taking deliberate, slow steps to close the gap between us. She stopped a foot away. The scent of her all-too-familiar perfume floated over to me. Something expensive and exquisite. Delicate but overpowering.
Just like her.
“What are you doing here, Summer?”
A corner of her lips pulled up in an amused grin. “You heard Coach. I’m working for the team. I’ll be helping the PR—”
“That’s not what I meant. What are you doing here?” I growled.
Her sapphire blue eyes narrowed into slits. “I’m getting on with my life, Cody. You obviously didn’t care the day you left me high and dry back in college. Why should you care now?”
“Because you’re here, on my turf.”
“Your turf?” She snorted. “You’ve been on the team less than a week, Cody. This is hardly your turf. So get over yourself.”
I shook my head, still in disbelief that she was there, standing in front of me. My college girlfriend. My first and last real relationship. And it didn’t end well.
Not at all.
“I’m here. You’re here. So the way I see it, we have two choices. We can play nice. Very nice, if you’re up for it,” she purred, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. She traced a hand up the front of my shirt.
I grasped her wrist. “What’s the second option?”
“You stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. But, Cody, you should know you’d be breaking my heart all over again if you pretend I don’t exist. That what we had wasn’t real. Wouldn’t it be more fun to play together? We used to be so great.”
She closed the gap between us, stepping in close to me. The heat from her body and her perfume flooded my mind with memories. Her naked, riding me with her beautiful tits bouncing. Her lips parted, eyes closed, crying out my name while I fucked her from behind. The way her thighs grabbed mine when she ground that sweet pussy on my cock.
I shook my head violently, desperate to clear the memories.
“No, Summer. Those days are gone and you know it just as well as I do.”
She frowned. “So be it.”
She gave her wrist a tug and I released her. She started to step around me but stopped and leaned back to meet my eyes. “I should mention one more thing…I happen to have a very close relationship with Willis, you know, the owner of the Warriors. He listens to anything I say, and I’d hate for word to reach him of any… impropriety on the part of one of his players.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Summer smiled—a wicked evil smile. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot you’re a little slow. It means I’m fucking the owner of your team. If I say the word, your ass will be sent back to Holdenville so fast your head will spin. So watch yourself, Cody. You do not want to piss me off.”
My jaw flexed but I kept it clamped shut.
She smiled sweetly. “We straight?”
Before I could answer, she swept past me, and I turned to watch her just as she sashayed her perfect hips through the
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