by Elise Faber
“Being a fucking sleaze.”
Blue froze then shook his head. “You don’t know me.”
Anna rolled her eyes. “I know plenty of guys like you. Fuck anything that moves, never sleep with the same girl twice, and too wrapped up in your own damned cock to be a good lay.”
She’d gotten his rage pretty ramped until the last statement.
That last one though?
It had tempered his anger.
He was good in bed. Really fucking good. In fact, Blue made it a point to make sure anyone he slept with had a better time than him. And that wasn’t ego talking, sex just wasn’t fun for him if his partner didn’t orgasm at least twice.
He was an overachiever, what could he say?
Ah. Now there was his ego talking.
Smirking, Blue tapped his chin. “Sounds like a personal problem to me. Maybe you’re too cold in the sack to enjoy yourself. Or maybe you freeze a guys’ cock off with your Ice Princess powers.”
Anna huffed. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
Blue jerked his chin toward the front of the house. “That’s what she said.”
As Anna flounced off, Blue couldn’t stop himself from watching her ass, because as much as he teased her about being icy during their interactions, he had the feeling she was very much fire under all that frost.
Not that he’d find out.
He and Anna were oil and water, two tomcats fighting over territory or, metaphors aside, they just always managed to get on each other’s nerves.
And while he couldn’t deny she was hot and gorgeous, Blue wanted a little more peace in his life when he found the right woman.
He wanted a girlfriend who didn’t constantly poke and antagonize but was sweet and gentle and kind. Like Sara. Like Angie. Yes, that made him an egotistical asshole—that he wanted a pretty and nice girl at home—but there it was.
Blue had enough stress in his career that he wanted to keep it simple at home.
Who could fault him for that?
He socialized for a while, congratulating the happy couple and wishing them the best, played with Max’s son, Brayden, on the trampoline for a bit—which turned out to be a lot longer than a bit because once one kid saw him use the platform to launch Brayden in the air, Blue suddenly was begged and pleaded by all the kiddos to have a turn.
And then another.
So, by the time he dragged his tired ass out of the trampoline, the party was breaking up.
He said his goodbyes and headed for the driveway, pulling out his cell for Uber round two.
“Baby Blues.” He turned, saw Anna getting into a Prius. “Need a ride?”
He raised his brows. “You going to freeze my balls off?”
A sexy smile. “You know it.”
“I think I’ll take my chances with the Uber.”
“Chicken.”
Blue rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”
“Buck-buck,” she clucked. “Buck-buck-buuuck.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You’re a chicken.” She sat down in the driver’s seat, started to close the door.
Blue sighed, sought patience from heaven. It didn’t matter what she said.
But then his eyes drifted back over to her car, and she was looking at him with that annoying ass smirk. “Fine,” he grumbled and stomped over to her Prius, opening the door and dropping down into the passenger’s seat with a huff.
“Was that so terrible?” she teased.
“The worst.”
Anna flicked on the radio, filling the airwaves with classic rock. Which surprised him—he’d figured she would be more of a pop girl. But before he could ask her about it, she turned up the volume and backed out of the driveway.
He had to shout directions to his place over the noise, but that was probably her intention. And it wasn’t like he lived far or that they were complicated.
Hell, he should probably be grateful that she’d saved him the extra aggravation of having to converse with her.
Ten minutes later, she pulled into his driveway and put the car into park.
Only then did she turn down the volume.
“Your humble abode,” she said, sweeping a hand toward the little cottage tucked into a hillside south of San Francisco. It was ridiculously expensive and still mostly empty, but it was home and, as an army brat, probably the most settled he’d ever been in his whole life.
“Yup,” he said, reaching for the handle. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Try not to go out and get a fresh bimbo to ride tonight. I hear STIs on are the rise in the city.”
Blue sighed, turned back to face her. “Really?”
She shrugged, smirk teasing the edges of her mouth, drawing his focus to the lushness of her lips. “Just watching out for Max’s teammate.”
He rolled his eyes. “Not hardly.”
“Okay, how about I’m trying to prevent you from spreading STIs to the female populace.”
“I’m clean, and I’m smart,” he told her. “Condoms all the way.”
“Ew.”
Except there was something about the way she said it that made Blue stiffen and take notice. Because . . . he stared into her eyes, watched as the pale blue darkened to royal, saw her lips part, and her suck in a breath.
Holy shit.
“You’re attracted to me.”
Her jaw dropped. “No fucking way,” she said, too quickly, pink dancing on the edges of her cheekbones. “You’re delusional.”
Blue got close.
Real close.
Anna licked her lips.
And fuck it all, he kissed that luscious mouth.
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Gold Hockey Series
Blocked
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Backhand
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Boarding
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Benched
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Breakaway
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Acknowledgments
Thank you especially to all of my readers for supporting this series! I couldn’t do it without you. And a special thanks to all of my editors–Julie, Kay, and Christine.
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My fellow hockey players. Thanks for always giving me material and awesome, pun-tastic one-liners.
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And my family. Thanks for always supporting me and my books! I’m so lucky to be able to do what I love and for you guys to have my back.
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Love you guys!
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