Hating the Cocky Jock: Hate Love, #4

By B. B. Hamel

He's ready to trade a Super Bowl ring for an engagement ring.
Too bad I hate his guts.

Women throw their panties at Sean Kelly.
He's the quarterback for the Fargo Chainsaws and the most desired man in town.
Startling blue eyes, ripped athletic body, handsome All-American face.
Everyone thinks he's absolutely gorgeous.
But I think he's a total piece of crap.
I hate that I keep touching his arm.
I hate that I laugh at all his jokes.
His smile drives me crazy, his hands drive me wild.
He's arrogant, cocky, and a pain in my butt.
And on top of that, everyone thinks we slept together.
Because he told them we did.
Now I despise him for ruining my journalism career just for fun.
I know I shouldn't let the rumors come true.
But he says he'll give me an exclusive interview.
Really, he just wants to strip me down.
So that's how I end up naked in the locker room.
The a-hole thinks he owns me just because I gave in to my desires.
And if people find out that the rumors are true, I'm totally screwed.

Hating the Cocky Jock is a fun and steamy sports hate-to-love romance. It has super hot scenes and some bad language. It's only recommended for readers 18+. If you like men that can't get enough of their women, lots of dirty talk, and some really hot scenes, this book is for you! Plus, if you read my book Coach Daddy, you might recognize some familiar faces! As always, Hating the Cocky Jock is a safe standalone novella with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: B. B. Hamel
• Release date: Nov 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393745495

B. B. Hamel

B. B. Hamel writes steamy stories that make fans squirm. As an Indie author, fan support means everything. For more information, visit BBHamel.com.

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1

Sean

Y ou see that sexy new young reporter?

Felix grins at me from across the locker room. I glance up from lacing my spikes and frown.

You mean Brynn? I ask. The girl from the Fargo Pioneer?

Yeah, the one with the fat ass. Felix grins at me. I’m gonna hit that shit.

I clench my jaw and go back to lacing up my shoes. I know Felix is all about talking shit, but for some reason, hearing him say that about Brynn drives me insane.

It shouldn’t. I mean, it’s not like I have some kind of claim over her or something. We talk after practice sometimes, and she makes me laugh, and she has a nice smile, gorgeous hair, great tits, a fantastic ass…

But it’s not like I fucking own her. Felix can say whatever he wants about Brynn.

Except Felix is an asshole. I’ve seen him rip through girls, fuck them and leave them, even do some pretty heinous shit like show us nudes they’ve sent him.

He’s the star wide receiver for our professional football team, the Fargo Chainsaws. I’m the starting quarterback, so I have to have a pretty good relationship with everyone on my team, especially the guys catching my passes. Felix is decent enough, we’re friends and all, but…

Felix isn’t the kind of guy I’d want my daughter to date, let’s put it that way.

Brynn isn’t my daughter, though. Far from it.

I take a breath, trying to get this stupid daughter metaphor out of my brain, when Patrice, the starting running back, speaks up.

Sean, didn’t you hit that already? he asks me.

I look up, surprised. I hadn’t heard this rumor yet.

No shit? Felix asks before I can answer.

Heard he took her home after that meet and greet two weeks ago, Patrice adds.

Makes sense. I saw you two fucking flirting, you damn slut, Felix says, laughing.

I sit there, a little stunned. I go to speak up, but Patrice beats me to it.

You don’t wanna touch that, man, Patrice says. I bet Sean ruined her, bro. Better leave it alone.

Shit, Felix says, sighing dramatically. I bet he did. I hear Sean’s a fucking pussy slayer.

My man here can wreck it, Patrice agrees.

Felix gives me an appraising look. All right, Sean, I see you, man. I’ll step off the girl, since you got first dibs and all.

Only fair, Patrice says, nodding.

Felix goes back to getting dressed and I just sit there, totally stunned.

By the time I even think to speak up, the conversation’s moved on.

I don’t know how that just happened. I mean, I’m happy Felix isn’t going to go after Brynn anymore. I’d hate to see her get hurt because of that asshole.

But I never slept with her. I never took her home.

Sure, we were talking at the meet and greet. I was flirting with her a little bit too, I’m not going to lie.

But we never left together. Patrice got that all wrong.

I shake my head and go back to getting dressed. We’re due on the field in five and I’m not about to piss off coach by being late.

Fuck it, whatever. Felix can think I slept with Brynn. It doesn’t matter. I never said I did, anyway, he’s just assuming because of stupid fucking Patrice.

God damn it. What a stupid mess. I know this is going to come back and bite me in the ass, but right now, I’m just happy Brynn is safe from fucking Felix.

I finish dressing and we trot out onto the field for on-field practice. It’s around eleven forty-five, and I’ve been at the facility since six. We ate breakfast, broke out into individual team meetings, an overall team meeting, did weightlifting, and did some rehab on my shoulder. Now it’s time to go over the plan for the upcoming game this weekend.

This part of the practice is closed to the media. We don’t want them to see what we’re planning on doing, in case they’re stupid enough to report on it. Coach Wood runs us through drills, barking orders at his position coaches, who then bark orders at the players.

This goes on for a few hours. I’m given a little rest, which means I don’t take any hits, and my throwing is kept to a minimum. Mostly I’m watching the plays, going over strategy with Coach, and basically keeping involved.

By the time practice is over, it’s time for the media shit.

I’m drinking some water, a towel around my neck, when the gates open around one thirty in the afternoon.

Here comes the stampede, Alan comments. He’s a shorter guy, pale skin, red hair. He plays slot receiver, and we have a good relationship.

Look at them go, I say, as the media comes trampling in.

Alan sighs. They really don’t care, do they?

Nope, I say, laughing.

The media looks like a stampede. We mean that literally. They all run into the place, looking like morons, each jostling the person next to them in hopes that they’ll get to interview one of the top players.

Good luck, Alan says as he heads off toward the locker room. He’ll have a camera shoved in his face soon enough.

I slip out behind a few line men and dodge the initial wave of reporters. The coaches are all busy talking with multiple microphones in their faces as I slip past the herd and head toward the side.

I spot Brynn right away. She’s smiling as Felix says something to her. She laughs and puts her microphone down.

Oh, shit, Felix says as I approach. Here’s your man now.

She raises an eyebrow. I give him a look.

Hey, Brynn, I say.

Sean, how are you feeling today?

He feels fucking great, Felix cuts in, rubbing my shoulders with a cocky grin. He’s a fucking champ, you know that?

I sigh and nod serenely. He’s right. Although he’s just sucking up so I’ll throw him the ball more.

Felix laughs. Fuck, yes, I am. Anyway, I’ll leave you two kids alone. He winks and wanders off.

Brynn smiles, a little confused. Oookay, that was weird. Anyway, how’s it going?

I turn to look at the pretty young reporter. She’s shorter than me, maybe five foot five at most, wearing a smart little blazer, a white shirt, a necklace, and slim jeans. She looks more casual than a lot of the other reporters here, although she is one of the few females, and definitely the youngest.

Her smile lights my day up. She’s fucking gorgeous, and it hits me all over again just how pretty she is. Seriously, of all the people here, she’s by far the most attractive woman.

Hell, she’s the most attractive woman in any fucking situation. Perfect breasts, round ass, beautiful lips, deep blue eyes, pale skin, long dark hair. She’s everything I look for in a girl and then some.

And apparently Felix thinks I fucked her already.

Well, shit. Might as well try and make that a reality, at least.

What was that all about? she asks.

I wave it away. Nothing. Just Felix being himself.

She raises her microphone. How are you and your number one receiver getting along?

Great, I say, falling into interview mode. He’s a solid guy with an amazing skillset. I’m happy to have him on the team.

And how’s your shoulder holding up? I’ve heard some rumors.

I grin at her. You started some rumors, you mean.

She laughs. Really, it’s not bothering you?

Not at all, I say. I’m back to perfect health and I’m ready to make a serious run into the playoffs.

She arches an eyebrow. Talking playoffs already?

I’m confident, Brynn, I say. You know me. I don’t bullshit. I think this is the best team we’ve ever had.

It’s only the third year this team has existed, she points out.

Good point, but still.

She laughs and lowers her microphone. Okay, I think that’s enough.

You’re not writing some kind of hit piece, are you?

Not at all, she says. I’m a fan, remember?

I know, that’s what you always say. I think you’re just a fan of me.

She laughs a little. I’m a fan of the whole team. And I support my QB.

I know you do. Can’t help yourself. That’s why you’re always first out on the field after practice, you want to make sure you get me all nice and sweaty.

She rolls her eyes. Hardly. It’s not like you do anything out there but yell and look pretty.

I knew you thought I was pretty.

She sighs, smiling but exasperated. You’re always like this, aren’t you? she asks.

Only with the pretty reporters.

I’ve seen you flirt with Jeb over there, she says, nodding at a guy from KXRW Sports Radio, an overweight gentleman with no hair and a penchant for chewing tobacco.

I shrug. Jeb has very shapely calves.

Oh, gross.

Yours are better, don’t worry.

Thanks. You’re so sweet.

I laugh and step closer