The Virgin Replay

  Lauren Blakely

  Lauren Blakely Books

  Contents

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  About

  The Virgin Replay

  Her Prologue

  His Prologue

  1. Sierra

  2. Chance

  3. Sierra

  4. Chance

  5. Sierra

  6. Chance

  7. Sierra

  8. Chance

  9. Chance

  10. Sierra

  11. Sierra

  12. Chance

  13. Chance

  14. Sierra

  15. Chance

  16. Sierra

  17. Chance

  18. Chance

  19. Sierra

  20. Chance

  21. Chance

  22. Sierra

  23. Chance

  24. Sierra

  25. Chance

  26. Chance

  27. Sierra

  28. Chance

  29. Chance

  30. Sierra

  31. Sierra

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  Contact

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  About

  A virgin, an athlete, a fake romance, and only one bed in the hotel room.

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  Following rules shot me to the top of my game as an all-star baseball player, and the golden rule is this—don’t hookup with your teammate’s sister.

  But ask her to be your fake date when you desperately need one for a family wedding?

  Nothing in the guy code against that. Plus, the flirty, feisty Sierra’s my friend too, so why the hell not pretend we’re madly in lust for two days in Hawaii? No hardship in a make believe kiss here, a fake smooch there, as long as we don’t cross any dangerous lines.

  Then, the hotel books us into the same suite. Which means she’s showering near me, putting on itty bitty bikinis in the same room, sliding into that king-size bed wearing only a black lace cami.

  But I resist…until the night she tells me she’s been waiting for me to be her first.

  And there’s nothing fake about my desire to say yes, even though that’s definitely against the code. But, maybe only if someone catches feelings?

  And neither one of us will.

  Until I do…

  The Virgin Replay

  By Lauren Blakely

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  Her Prologue

  Some women collect postcards from their travels. Some collect colorful apothecary jars.

  Me? I have a thing for . . . pretty little things.

  Scraps of lace.

  Bits of satin.

  Snippets of silk.

  I don’t even believe in saving them for dates, or for men, or for, gasp, sex.

  I wear sexy matching lingerie every damn day of the week.

  Red, black, pink. Striped, polka dotted, floral. Bring on the hip-hugging, breast-boosting secret luxuries.

  They make me feel so many things—mostly like a badass babe in charge of my own destiny.

  That’s not something I had when I was younger, but I’ve craved it over the years. I’ve sought out control in nearly every aspect of my life. Control over my choices, control over romance, and I suppose, control over men.

  I don’t mean dominatrix-style control.

  All I mean is that I’m picky. I don’t trust easily. Trust is hard won, and when it comes to romance, I haven’t experienced it at all.

  Trouble is, I’d very much like to have the other things that come with romance. The red-hot tangles in the sheets. The wild, sexy nights.

  And I’d like to have them with a certain someone.

  Admittedly, I’ve been weighing the option of this guy for the last year.

  As in, every time a certain tall, dark, handsome, and charming man walks into my bar, I imagine his face if he undressed me and glimpsed what I wore next to my skin.

  Which tells me . . . it’s finally time for this badass babe to make a daring proposition.

  His Prologue

  Two things I always knew I wanted to be when I grew up—a ballplayer and a guy my teammates could rely on.

  Baseball is hard, but the rules are straightforward: throw the ball, hit the ball, catch the ball.

  It helps to have a ninety-eight-mile-an-hour fastball and wicked control. It’s a bonus that I play well with others. That’s how I’ve become one of the top closers in the Major Leagues.

  As long as you follow the rules, being a good teammate off the field doesn’t have to be complicated either.

  One: don’t run off at the mouth like a dipshit. Especially not in front of reporters, fans, the public, or anyone
with a cell phone camera. Which is everyone these days.

  Two: don’t be a dick, and don’t show your dick online.

  Three: don’t post pictures of yourself skunk-faced trashed, and maybe don’t get so trashed that it seems like a good idea in the first place.

  Finally, don’t hook up within two degrees of separation from a teammate.

  No moms, daughters, or sisters.

  Fortunately, I’ve had zero temptation and zero trouble. My mouth doesn’t lead me into trouble, and my dick hasn’t either, since I was married and faithful for ten years.

  But thanks to one helluva vicious heartbreak and a brutal divorce, I’ve been single for 365 days and 365 nights of solitude.

  Lately, though, I wouldn’t mind the company of one woman in particular. A woman who’s fierce, stunning, and fantastically sarcastic.

  I’d like to take her out.

  Take her home.

  Indulge in a few hot dates of the all-night-long variety.

  But I don’t slide into Sierra’s DMs with a hookup request. Why?

  Because the woman I want isn’t merely the bar owner around the corner.

  She’s a teammate’s sister.

  And good guys don’t ask a teammate’s sister for hot, sweaty, forget-the-world sex.

  Until I discover a way to bend this guideline. With her.

  Maybe I’m a good guy with a secret bad boy streak.

  1

  Sierra

  I’m pretty good at reading people—comes with being a bartender. But there’s one customer I haven’t been able to get a read on in the last year.

  The guy who’s putting the pool cues away in the game room at my bar.

  At least, I can’t get a read as to whether he’ll ever ask me out.

  Or ask me to go home with him.

  With everyone else gone for the night and The Spotted Zebra already closed, I steal a moment to check out Chance Ashford as he lifts his multimillion-dollar right arm to place the sticks in the holder on the wall.

  I’m enjoying the view of him a lot. Every time he comes by, I enjoy the view a little more. And then I wonder . . .

  When he’s done, the tall drink of a man turns around, wipes one palm across the other, and flashes me a winning grin. “That’s done.”

  Best to keep things friendly, as they’ve always been, till I know where we might go from here. “Watch out. I just might enlist you in mopping and cleaning up,” I say breezily.

  His chocolate-brown eyes twinkle. “I just might say yes.”

  I laugh, then hook my thumb in the direction of the door. “Hit the road, Chance. You’ve got playoffs to rest up for.”

  Chance is the closing pitcher for the San Francisco Cougars, my second-favorite baseball team in the city. Since my brother became their starting catcher, the team has grown on me. Some of the guys on the team have become close friends over the last few years, stopping by my bar after games.

  Like this man.

  Chance is obviously far and away my favorite of the guys who stop by. He’s easy to talk to and so damn easy on the eyes.

  “I don’t mind helping. Our first playoff game isn’t for a couple days, so I don’t have an early bedtime tonight. Besides, I’m still amped up from clinching.”

  I reach for a couple shot glasses left on the pool table. “But it’s late, and star closers need their beauty sleep.”

  “That is true. Sleep is a beautiful thing. But I’ll still help you finish up.”

  I can do it myself, but the team stayed late. The crowd was boisterous, and I won’t turn down an extra pair of hands at this post-midnight hour.

  And those hands . . .

  As he gathers the beer bottles from the pool table, I study his long strong fingers and big palms that can wrap around a baseball. And perhaps a woman’s hips.

  Mmm, I like that image.

  And what are you going to do about it, Sierra?

  “Take these to the kitchen?”

  I blink. Look up. Meet his eyes. A flush crawls up my chest as it takes me a few seconds to process his question.

  “Yes, thanks,” I say, my throat a little dry.

  Good thing he didn’t entirely catch me staring.

  Chance takes the empties to the kitchen, places the bottles in the recycling, then sets the glasses in the sink. As we make quick work of washing and drying, I do my best to reroute my thoughts.

  I can’t keep crushing on him like this.

  Or is it lusting?

  Probably a little of both.

  Chance finishes setting the chairs on the tables, and I decide that tonight, it’s a crush. When I’m ready to say goodnight to The Spotted Zebra, I grab my purse from behind the counter and head for the door.

  He holds it open for me.

  “Thanks again. I appreciate it. You didn’t have to stay behind,” I say as I lock up the bar.

  “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to,” he says, his sexy voice a delicious rumble.

  The crushy, lusty feeling definitely includes affection too. How can I help it when Chance looks at me with such genuine kindness, like it truly was his pleasure to help me out?

  Kindness in a man I lust after? That would be potent.

  He glances at his wrist even though he doesn’t wear a watch. “It’s late. Are you calling a Lyft or walking?”

  I gesture in the direction of my apartment a few blocks away. “I don’t live far. I’ll walk.”

  He gives a crisp nod. “Then I’ll walk you. And don’t say I don’t have to.”

  With a laugh, I gesture to the sidewalk. “I won’t say that.”

  As we head down the block, we pass a group of fans decked out in Cougars gear, still a little rowdy from the team’s victory, which secured them a Wild Card spot. A guy in glasses recognizes Chance, thrusts an arm in the air, and shouts, “Go, Cougs.”

  “Go, Cougs,” Chance replies.

  “So, I’m a little torn on something,” I say once we turn on the next block.

  “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “Who to root for in the playoffs.”

  He strokes his bearded jaw as if he’s deep in thought. “Oh. Of course. That sounds like such a difficult dilemma.”

  I shrug. “It’s not so easy. I’ve always been a Dragons woman.”

  He staggers, clasping a hand over his heart. “You did not just say that.”

  “I did,” I say cheekily as we walk on. “More to the point, haven’t you noticed my brother and I love to bicker about team versus family loyalty?”

  Chance shakes his head in disbelief. “Grant is my catcher. How can you not be a Cougars fan? I assumed you were simply giving your sibling some sass.”

  “You know what they say about making assumptions,” I tease.

  He shakes a finger at me. “That’s a reasonable expectation, woman.”

  “Maybe it is. But one should always ask.”

  “Fine. You have me there. So, I’ll ask now—why are you breaking my heart, Sierra?”

  “I grew up a Dragons fan. I loved them when I was younger and old habits die hard,” I admit with a shrug.