Bring The Heat: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 1) (21 page)

At some point, Paris removed her tongue from the inside of Robby’s mouth long enough to tell him about our plan to surprise him and Cody. Robby took her off down the hall and I hung back, not wanting to see round two of their reunion.

“Damn, guys, wait until we get to the hotel…” I muttered to myself, watching them fade into the crowd of security, reporters, photographers, and other players.

A few minutes later, Paris reappeared with a wide grin on her face. “Change of plans,” she said, grabbing me by the arm and hauling me around the corner. She stopped short and I nearly toppled over backwards but she held tight to me arm. “Here, Robby slipped this for you.”

She pressed a keycard into my hand. “Is this Cody’s room key?”

Paris nodded. “Go be sexy for your man.” She winked.

I laughed. “He swiped his card?”

“Yep. Now go! He doesn’t know you’re here yet.”

She shooed me away and I made a beeline through the underground maze. I finally reached the exit and selected a cab from the line up outside the stadium. The driver whisked me back to the hotel Paris and I had stopped at earlier and I smiled all the way up to Cody’s room. Thank goodness I’d picked out a sexy matching set of panties and bra. Everything else I brought was still in Robby’s neighboring room. It was dark outside and I expected the room to be pitch black as I pushed open the heavy security door. Instead, I was met with a soft light, like from an arrangement of candles.

Was this a set up? Cody was really here waiting for me? No. He couldn’t have gotten here so fast.

What was…

“Hey lover, what’s taking you so long,” a female voice purred from around the corner.

My stomach flipped over. It was the wrong room!

I went to leave but the sound of footsteps stopped me.

“Baby, I’ve been waiting for—who the hell are you?”

I whipped around and my eyes went as wide as Frisbee’s at the sight of a naked woman standing in the hallway.

“Wait, I
know
you! You’re that mousy girl from high school! Cassie something?”

The woman in Cody’s room was none other than Summer fuckin’ Pratt.

When I managed to get my jaw off the floor, I folded my arms and glared at her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Summer planted her hands on her hips, apparently not bothered by the fact that she was butt naked. I wasn’t sure where to look. I settled for glowering right into her big, blue, not-so-innocent eyes. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend. Cody Wright. What are you? One of his groupies?” She folded her arms, pushing her breasts up. “Sorry, sweetie, he’s taken. And even if he wasn’t,” she gave me a once over and then quirked her ruby red lips into a cruel smirk, “yeah right.”

“Fuck you, Summer! Cody is
my
boyfriend. And he told me all about you and your delusions!”

I smiled at her, waiting for her to crumble, but instead, she laughed and shook her long hair back over her bare shoulders. “Oh, honey. You’re in way over your head here. But hey, kudos for getting him into your bed. That couldn’t have been easy for a girl like you.”

My fists clenched into tight, dynamite charged balls. One more word and she was going to get knocked onto her perfectly toned ass.

Summer shrugged and sat down on the bed. “You into threesomes?”

“What? No!”

“Pity. Cody would probably like that.”

I shook my head. “No he wouldn’t.”

Would he?

Summer laughed. “As his
girlfriend
you should know that yes, yes he would. Cody’s a wild tiger that can’t be tamed.”

“Whatever you think you know about him is all in the past. He’s different now. You don’t know him anymore.”

Summer shrugged. “Tell yourself whatever you want to hear, my friend.”

“We’re
not
friends,” I bit out between bared teeth.

Summer looked unruffled. She considered her nails under the soft light coming from the bedside lamps. “When Cody and I were together, back in college, he was insatiable. Every night. Every morning. Threesomes, strippers, vibrators, handcuffs, you name it, baby cakes, and he wanted to try it.” She cocked her head at me and sized me up with another long glance. “You’re something like an appetizer. You know, the little snack you eat before you go out and get your main meal. There’s no way that a girl like you would ever be enough to keep him happy. I mean, look, you’re here to surprise him in his hotel room. Right?”

I didn’t reply.

“Look at what you’re wearing. It’s all wrong.”

“Who said I was going to be wearing anything at all when he got up here?”

Summer laughed. “You’re not the spread eagle on the bed type, Chelsea. I remember you from school. You were a nerdy little prude then, and I’m sure not much has changed.”

“How did you get in here? I have Cody’s spare key.”

Summer laughed. “I have his room key. You weren’t supposed to be here, remember? He’s coming back here tonight, expecting to see me, just like this,” she paused and licked her lips as she glanced down her own bared curves. “See, I travel with the team, so we can have as much fun as we want on the road and no one ever knows.”

“So, you want me to believe that you’re Cody’s girlfriend, but he’s hiding you in hotel rooms and only sees you during away game trips?” I clucked my tongue. “You better work on straightening out your story.”

Summer grinned. “Tell yourself whatever you want, Chelsea, but Cody belongs to me. Whatever the two of you have back in Oklahoma City is no concern to me. I have Cody’s heart and in about twenty minutes, I’m gonna have every inch of his beautiful body, too.”

My heart hammered at the disgusting visual image of Summer and Cody together. I turned away before she could see the hot tears glistening in my eyes.

Summer called after me as I made my way back to the door. “Remember, Chelsea, when you want to run with the big dogs, you have to be a bitch, or you’ll get eaten alive. Men like Cody will always do whatever they want. Take whatever they want. If you’re not okay with that, it would be best to bow out now.”

The tears fell as soon as I pushed out of the room and ran back to the elevators without another glance back.

Cody

After another runaway game, I hustled through the post-game shit, showered, and went out to get my place on the bus back to the hotel. After last night’s steamy phone sex, I was eager to get back to my room and dial up Chelsea for another hot session. Robby wasn’t in the locker room, so I went out to the hallway to see if he was hanging out with the rest of the guys who were done.

Robby and I had become pretty close over the last weeks. I hadn’t intended on making friends on the team. At least not until my place was secured and I didn’t have to worry about being shipped back to Holdenville, or worse, dropped from the league altogether. Being a pro athlete had many pitfalls. One of which, was never knowing exactly where you were going to end up, or for how long. It was best not to put too much effort into anything—besides your game—until you really locked into place.

I knew I had the skills to become one of the best pitchers in the league, but that didn’t always prove to be enough. The front office had to value you enough to put up with your bullshit. The coaching staff had to find you pliable and not a prima ballerina type. The fans had to latch onto you enough to get their asses in the seat with your name embroidered on their hats, shirts, and other merchandising shit. And even then…shit happens. One bad streak, blow up, scandal, or injury and it could all tumble back down.

Some of the greats had fallen hard enough that they couldn’t get back up.

Baseball might not be my true passion, but it was for now. I didn’t have a plan B until I socked away enough coin to make something else happen.

Something that maybe involved the doe-eyed girl with big ideas, fire hot passion, and a body that made me break out in a sweat just thinking about it.

With a grin on my face and sexy images flashing through my mind, I rounded the corner out of the locker room, and nearly ran smack dab into a petite brunette with big hair and an even bigger grin.

“Paris? What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping back.

She grinned. “I came to see my man. But don’t you worry, Mr. Wright. I brought a little stowaway just for you.”

My heart went into triple time. “Chels is here?”

“Your welcome!”

I laughed. “How did you peel her away from her computer?”

Chelsea had been glued to the damn thing for the past week. I understood why but it didn’t stop me from wanting to smash it to pieces sometimes. She worked way too hard. All hours of the night. So consumed that she forgot to eat or sleep at times. But the game she was working on was hella cool and she was almost done. Then I’d be there to steal her attention back.

Besides, it’s not like she was completely ignoring me. I still managed to get her out of her clothes every night before I coaxed her to sleep.

“It wasn’t easy,” Paris replied, answering my question. She flashed me a smile. “But she’s here. Back at your hotel. It was supposed to be a surprise but I’m terrible at surprises.”

I laughed. “Well, I’m glad. I gotta get outta here. Tell Robby to tell Coach I hopped a cab, all right?”

“Sure thing. Go get her, tiger.”

I was laughing as I bolted down the hall. I dialed a local cab service and had them meet me around the side of the stadium. I didn’t want to deal with hecklers and angry fans after the embarrassment my fastball pitches just put their guys through. It wouldn’t be pretty and it would most definitely wreck my good mood.

I got to the hotel without any nasty LA fans catching me and hurried to the elevators and rode up to my floor. My hustle stopped a few feet from the door and I forced my swagger back into my step and drew in some slow breaths to get me good and chill. She wanted to surprise me, so I was going to let her. There was no reason to take away her fun—or rat Paris out for being a blabbermouth.

I swiped the key, pushed open the door, and grinned at the soft candle light.

“My, my, what’s all this?” I asked, smiling as I dropped the door closed softly behind me. I kicked out of my shoes and took three steps down the small hallway into the main part of the room.

At the sight on the bed, I stopped dead in my tracks, and a scowl quickly replaced the wide smile.

“What the
fuck
are you doing here, Summer?”

Summer was lying on my bed, bare ass naked except for a pair of ruby red heels that dangled from the edge of the bed. Her hair and makeup like she just finished a damn porn shoot. She flashed me a wicked smile, her lips the same color as her revolting shoes. “I came to see you, handsome. After a game like that, you deserve a nice, celebratory night. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Damn it, Summer.” I picked up a candle from the desk and blew it out. I slammed my fist at the light switch panel and the overhead lights popped to life. I blew out the other candles.

“You’re ruining the atmosphere,” she whined.

I rounded on her and growled, “Get out. Now.”

She popped up from the bed and I kept my eyes locked on hers, refusing to look at all the goodies she was hell bent on flashing for me. Sure, she was hot as hell. Had a body like a pin-up model. But it didn’t matter. She was my past. Certainly not my present. And sure as hell not gonna be my future.

She took crisscross steps over to me and dragged her hands down my chest. “Come on, Cody. I’ve missed you. Play with me. I’ll let you do anything…you…want…”

I grabbed her wrists and lifted her hands off of my chest. “What I want is for you to leave my hotel room and never come back. Don’t look my way. Don’t speak my name. Accept the fact that what we had is ancient history and you’re never getting it back again.”

Summer smiled all the more. “Is this because of your mousy little girlfriend? Chelsea?”

I grit my teeth, my jaw flexing tight.

She let out a cold laugh that chilled through me like the blast from dunking into an ice bath. “She’s not going to want anything to do with you. I sent her on her way already.”

My heart stopped, frozen in my chest. “Damn it, Summer!”

I threw her wrists out of my hands before I let the anger take hold and did something to hurt her. I’d never hurt a woman in my life, but between her smart ass grin and the vile words coming from her lips—I didn’t fully trust myself. I backed up a few steps and slammed my hand down on the desk. The candles rattled together in their glass holders.

Summer shrugged. “You don’t need her, baby. She’s not cut out for this life. She doesn’t understand how it is. A girl like her, she expects certain things.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” I said, my jaw still clenched tight, making the words sound pinched and clipped.

“Like fidelity.”

I straightened and crossed my arms. “And what, you don’t think I’m capable of that or some shit?”

Summer laughed. “No.”

“I never cheated on you, Summer.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know that for certain. But sure, let’s say that’s true—”

“It is.”

“Okay. But how are you going to be faithful when you’re traveling all the time? Having women constantly throwing themselves at you? There’s a lot of free pussy in pro sports. You know that. You’re really going to turn it all down for one woman? Come on, Cody. That’s not you. You and I both know you have a certain…appetite.”

My eyes flashed. Sure, I liked sex. What guy didn’t? That didn’t mean I was going to go cheating on Chelsea. So far, she had proved more than able to keep up with me.

“She will never understand you like I will,” Summer added.

“Because you’re a whore? Is that what this is?”

She didn’t even flinch at the ugly word. “I can provide what you need. No strings. Just fun. Hot, nasty, and as dirty as you want. Since I’m with the team, I’ll travel with you and you can have me any time you want. Or need. Whatever you crave.”

I shook my head. “What’s Willis think about all that?”

She let out a cruel laugh. “He’s passed out from one too many bourbons by seven. I don’t even remember the last time he made it through a full ball game that wasn’t a matinee. That leaves me plenty of time to play around.”