Hot Number (Hot Zone Book 2)

by Carly Phillips

  She gave him her bravest smile. “But you have a lifetime’s experience of going out there every day in front of a crowd and facing possible defeat. It may have taken a pregnancy scare to show you what you really wanted in life, but once you realized, you went after it the same way you went after your career. With your whole heart. And I broke it in return.” She glanced away.

  “Hey.” He turned her face towards him. “Something tells me you’re not finished.”

  She shook her head. “It’s just not easy, baring your soul.”

  “Not easy, but worth it in the end, I hope.”

  “This whole girlie thing.” She lifted the edge of her skirt and let it flutter around her thighs. “It’s all new to me. And I look at the women you dated and I look at myself and I think, How can I even hope to hang on to you?”

  Listening to her gut-wrenching honesty nearly took Damian’s breath away. He understood how she was raised and the influence her uncle had had upon her and yet that’s what made her unique. “Honey, when I look at you, you’re right, I don’t see anything similar to those other women.”

  She tried to pull her hand away but he held on tight.

  “But don’t you see? That’s what makes you so special. That’s why I love you. That’s why until you, I never once thought about spending the rest of my life with anyone I’d been with. They never captured my interest the way you do. I’d never had to worry about being distracted during a game because of anything a woman did or said to me. Then you showed up and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. In the field, at bat, when I was facing the possibility of having fathered Carole’s baby, all I could think about was you.”

  Micki swallowed hard, but the lump in her throat was too large and the tears she’d been holding back began to trickle down her cheeks. As if admitting her inferiority complex wasn’t embarrassing enough, now she had to turn into a crybaby.

  She swiped at the tears with the back of her hand. “You’re not going to get bored one day?” she asked.

  He shook his head and laughed. “Not in a million years. Unfortunately, you’re going to have to take my word for it.” He cupped his hand around her cheek. “Can you do that?”

  “If you can have patience. I’m actually not used to this insecure part of me. It seems to rear its ugly head only around you.”

  His other hand followed the first, so he cradled her face, making her feel warm, secure and completely needed. In his gaze, she viewed a depth of feeling she’d never seen before.

  “Around me you’re not going to have any reason to think or feel insecure.”

  She bit down on her lower lip. “I was hoping you’d say that. Because I decided if you’re still interested, I’m ready to go after what I want.”

  “And I was hoping you’d say that,” he echoed with a grin.

  Micki decided then and there to shed her insecurities and keep them at bay. She knew that she’d slip at times. She also knew she’d have Damian there to catch her if she fell.

  She rose to her feet, straddling the bench as she stood. “I love you, Damian.”

  “I love you, too. But you said that before and you sent me away, so what’s different this time?”

  “I am. I’m ready to give not just my heart, but my trust, too.” She meant it, but she didn’t know what he wanted any longer. “You said you imagined having my baby.” For weeks she’d tried not to remember those words because she’d been running from her fear.

  His dark eyes raked over her in an invisible caress. Her body trembled and her nipples puckered beneath her clothes. He noticed, and she saw a shudder run through him as well.

  “Do you still feel that way?” she asked.

  “You know I do,” he said in a voice rough with desire.

  “Well, I thought maybe I’d give you a present to remember this locker room by.” As she spoke, she pulled her T-shirt up and over her head. Her tank came next, followed by her barely there strapless bra.

  In the time it took her to blink, he’d tossed his shirt aside and pulled her against him. Her aching breasts pressed against his hair-roughened chest, sensations of warmth rushing through her. Liquid heat coated her sex, a welcome feeling after ignoring her desire for Damian for so long.

  And then his lips came down hard on hers and Micki knew this was meant to last forever. His tongue swirled inside her mouth as she feverishly worked at the button on his jeans. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, pure joy and ecstasy bubbling inside her.

  He lifted his head, staring into her eyes for a long, sweet time. “I definitely don’t have protection here.”

  Micki swallowed hard. “I definitely don’t want you to use any.”

  With a low growl, he stepped back long enough to unbutton and pull off his jeans himself, while she, too, undressed. He thrust into her quickly, while standing, without a condom separating them. The sensation of Damian, every hard, smooth velvety ridge of his cock was like nothing she’d experienced before.

  So real, so honest, so very, very emotional, Micki thought, as her imminent climax built higher and higher, his pace ever more frenzied until he came inside her. He thrust upward one last time, taking her along with him, calling her name on a low groan that vibrated through her entire body.

  “I love you,” he said, his arms still wrapped tightly around her.

  She smiled. “I love you, too.”

  He looked into her eyes and she knew she saw his soul there. “Marry me,” Damian said, his body still touching hers, their skin still damp.

  Micki could only nod and then she laid her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat, knowing how lucky she was.

  How lucky they both were.

  EPILOGUE

  Damian’s normally quiet island home was filled with guests. His parents, his sisters, their husbands and all their children, Sophie, Annabelle and Vaughn, Yank and Lola, and all Annabelle’s and Yank’s animals gathered in his house for a long weekend. And a wedding.

  Lola and Yank had eloped the week before. Yank had refused to be a spectacle, walking down the aisle with his poor excuse for a Seeing Eye dog leading the way, stopping to sniff every flower and person. Lola hadn’t wanted a wedding, she only wanted Yank, and so they’d sprung the news on the girls at the first formal staff meeting of the still-unnamed merged firms of Atkins Associates and the Hot Zone. As usual, the men couldn’t agree on whose name or initial should go first on the letterhead.

  With business and her uncle’s personal life settled, Micki and Damian had set their own date, one they’d decided to push up after discovering that their locker room rendezvous had actually resulted in Micki getting pregnant.

  “Are you ready?” Sophie entered the room where Micki had just finished changing into her ivory dress.

  She smoothed the long train behind her and nodded. “Nervous, but ready.”

  Sophie, the picture of perfection in her soft pink gown and French braid, walked over and kissed Micki’s cheek. “You can’t be nervous about marrying Damian.”

  “Of course not!” Micki had never been more certain of anything in her life. “But I am nervous about facing Uncle Yank for the first time since he discovered I’m pregnant and unwed.”

  Sophie laughed. “Oh, Lola will keep him calm.”

  “Want to bet?” Annabelle asked, joining them.

  Like Sophie, she was also dressed in light pink, except hers was maternity wear and she was very pregnant. “He’s downstairs threatening to nail Damian to the backstop by his…Well, you get the drift.”

  Micki cringed. “Let’s get this wedding over with before he neuters the groom.”

  “Good idea, especially if you two are really looking to load the field with your own baseball team.”

  Micki felt herself pale. “No way am I doing this nine times. I’m too nauseous even to contemplate a repeat performance.”

  “They say you forget the bad parts of pregnancy as well as the pain of childbirth,” Sophie said helpfully. “I figure it must be true or nobody
would have more than one kid.”

  Micki shot Annabelle a knowing grin. “This from the only one in the room who’s still single.”

  “The bleachers are filled with athletes for her to choose from right now,” Annabelle said.

  Micki and Damian had decided to marry on his beloved field of dreams. The guests filled the bleachers. Completely apropos as far as Micki was concerned.

  “You both know I prefer not to date athletes. They use their bodies more than their brains. Present company’s husbands and soon-to-be husbands excepted, of course.” Sophie grinned.

  Micki walked over to her middle sister. “Trust me when I tell you, love finds you when you least expect it.”

  “And don’t know what to do with it,” Annabelle added.

  Sophie planted her hands on her hips. “Spoken like two women head over heels. Thank God I’m the sister with the most common sense.”

  Micki and Annabelle rolled their eyes.

  “Until your Mr. Right comes along,” Annabelle said.

  “I can’t wait to be a fly on the wall when that day comes.” Micki lifted the front of her dress as she stepped forward. “Now we have a wedding to pull off.”

  * * *

  The New York Post

  The Renegades Postseason Update

  Ex-center fielder Damian Fuller married his publicist, Micki Jordan, in a private ceremony on an island off the coast of Florida. Fuller will become a permanent fixture on television as he joins the Renegades’ new cable channel as one of the official announcers for all of the team’s home games.

  Fuller’s replacement, Rick Carter, agreed via arbitration to a multimillion-dollar deal rumored to be worth ten million a year plus incentives. Carter and his live-in girlfriend are expecting their first child in a few months. The baby was the subject of a paternity claim naming Damian Fuller as the baby’s father. The claim turned out to be false. According to Carter, marriage isn’t out of the question. His girlfriend denies the possibility, but the two are inseparable, though according to neighbors in their new high-rise apartment in Manhattan, they are also prone to loud bickering.

  In other news, the sports agencies of the Hot Zone and Atkins Associates have merged into a new firm called Athletes Only. The Hot Zone will continue on solely as a PR firm run by the Jordan sisters.

  Annabelle Jordan Vaughn is currently married to football great Brandon Vaughn and recently gave birth to their first child, a girl named Sydney. Micki Jordan Fuller is also expecting. The father, when reached for comment, said the sonogram indicates the baby is a girl. Sophie Jordan, the third partner in the highly respected firm for elite athletes, is unattached as of this publication. But with her uncle and sisters settled down, can marriage be far behind for the last Jordan sister?

  Sophie Jordan couldn’t be reached for comment.

  Thank you for reading HOT NUMBER, I hope you enjoyed. You can read the next HOT ZONE story – Hot Item HERE.

  Hot Zone Series:

  *Each book stands alone

  Hot Stuff

  Hot Number

  Hot Item

  Hot Property

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  HOT ITEM

  He’ll push all her boundaries and make her realize rules are made to be broken…

  Cool, collected Sophie Jordan loves her daily routine running her family’s top sports management agency, as long as she gets to stay behind the scenes. But with big sister on maternity leave and little sis on her honeymoon, she’s forced to step up to the plate. And a recent media crisis surrounding the disappearance of superagent Spenser Atkins is not going to make the job any easier.

  Enter star quarterback and notorious bad boy Riley Nash who, for reasons of his own, needs to track down Atkins. Up until now, Sophie has kept a strict no-dating-clients policy, but each day with Riley makes her rule near impossible to follow. With her job and her heart on the line, Sophie will need to make the toughest choice of her life!

  HOT PROPERTY

  Just one short season ago, major league center fielder John Roper had it all: the looks—and personal life—of a sports hero and the public’s adoration. But this hot property’s lucky streak has run out. After a World Series disaster, fans diss him, shock jocks mock him and his dysfunctional family hassles him for money he really can’t spare.

  Now it’s up to him, and Hot Zone publicist Amy Stone, to get his life back on track.

  Amy finds it’s easier said than done. What with the constant intrusions of his nutty family, a crazed fan playing stalker, and Roper’s refusal to put his own needs first, she’s starting to think that life in the fast lane isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But when the two retreat to a secluded lodge, the sexy center fielder throws Amy a curveball—one she never saw coming.…

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  Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels featuring hot men, strong women and the emotionally compelling stories her readers have come to expect and love. Carly’s career spans over a decade and a half with various New York publishing houses, and she is now an Indie author who runs her own business and loves every exciting minute of her publishing journey. Carly is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs (two wheaten terriers and one mutant Havanese) who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers. You can find out more about Carly at www.carlyphillips.com.