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  Harmless

  By Nicole Edwards

  The Alluring Indulgence Series

  Kaleb

  Zane

  Travis

  Holidays with the Walker Brothers

  Ethan

  Braydon

  Sawyer

  Brendon

  The Austin Arrows Series

  The Season: RUSH

  The Season: KAUFMAN

  The Bad Boys of Sports Series

  Bad Reputation

  The Club Destiny Series

  Conviction

  Temptation

  Addicted

  Seduction

  Infatuation

  Captivated

  Devotion

  Perception

  Entrusted

  Adored

  Distraction

  The Coyote Ridge Series

  Curtis

  Jared (Crossover Novel)

  The Dead Heat Ranch Series

  Boots Optional

  Betting on Grace

  Overnight Love

  Jared (Crossover Novel)

  The Devil’s Bend Series

  Chasing Dreams

  Vanishing Dreams

  The Devil’s Playground Series

  Without Regret

  Without Restraint

  The Pier 70 Series

  Reckless

  Fearless

  Speechless

  Harmless

  The Sniper 1 Security Series

  Wait for Morning

  Never Say Never

  The Southern Boy Mafia Series

  Beautifully Brutal

  Beautifully Loyal

  Standalone Novels

  A Million Tiny Pieces

  Inked on Paper

  Writing as Timberlyn Scott

  Unhinged

  Unraveling

  Chaos

  Naughty Holiday Books

  2015

  2016

  Harmless

  A Pier 70 Novel

  Book 4

  Nicole Edwards

  Nicole Edwards Limited

  PO Box 806

  Hutto, Texas 78634

  SLI Publishing, LLC

  Copyright © Nicole Edwards, 2017

  All rights reserved.

  This is a self-published title.

  Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

  Harmless – A Pier 70 Novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover Image: © Wander Aguiar

  Models: Jacob Cooley and Grant Foreman

  Ebook Image: © magenta10 | 123rf.com (formatting image - 14284060)

  Cover Design: © Nicole Edwards Limited

  Editing: Blue Otter Editing

  ISBN (ebook): 978-1-939786-78-4

  ISBN (print): 978-1-939786-77-7

  Gay Romance

  M/M interactions

  Mature Audience

  Dedication

  Chancy Powley

  For the endless amount of time you spend on the phone with me. Namely, those times you text and say “Hey, can I call you real quick?” and it turns out to be a 3 hour phone call. Those are my favorite. So, thank you.

  Prologue

  Fourteen months ago

  August

  “CAN I BUY YOU ANOTHER drink?”

  Roan Gregory hoped he wasn’t sporting his who me look when he cast a quick glance up and to the left, startled by the offer from…

  Well. Okay.

  Not what he’d expected.

  Standing before him was the sexy guy who’d been checking Roan out since he walked in the door. Discreetly, sure. But Roan’s attention had been unfocused at best. He’d noticed. And yes, this was the same guy Roan had fought hard not to sneak a peek at for the past hour.

  The guy was totally his type back when he’d had a type. At least in the physical sense.

  Blond hair, blue eyes, long and lean, with the perfect balance of muscles tossed in.

  But that was the key. Roan didn’t have a type anymore. He was more interested in ignoring men for the duration.

  Sexy Guy nodded toward the empty beer bottle in front of Roan. “Another?”

  As though the guy wasn’t possibly talking to him, Roan continued to stare. Only this time, he was captivated by the seductive smirk on Sexy Guy’s smooth lips. Nice lips. Full, perfect … lips.

  Obliterating the thought from his sex-starved brain, Roan dropped his gaze down to his beer. Yep, definitely empty. He must’ve drained it when he’d been lost in his own damn thoughts. Unfortunately—no matter what his little head was telling him—he wasn’t interested in company, sexy or otherwise, so he wanted Sexy Guy to go sit back down at the table by the wall where he’d come from.

  “I’m good.” Shaking his head, Roan avoided the man’s eyes, hoping he would take the hint.

  “I figured if you’re gonna drown your sorrows, probably should do it right.”

  If Sexy Guy only knew.

  Lifting his gaze once more, Roan met the determined steel-blue eyes still studying him. He bit back a retort. Didn’t the guy understand that he wanted to be alone? Seriously, what did he need to do? Hold up a sign that said, Personal Pity Party, No Company Wanted?

  What the…?

  Clearly Roan needed to improve his turn-down skills. Sexy Guy surely mistook his I’m good for sure, sit down and join me because, of course, Sexy Guy was now sitting at his table. And he hadn’t bothered to ask.

  “I promise, I’m harmless.” To reiterate his point, Sexy Guy held up his hands in surrender.

  Big hands. Nice hands. Perfect hands.

  Son of a bitch.

  Now that Roan thought about it, the guy didn’t look harmless. He looked like … well, hell, he looked like temptation.

  Good thing he’d cut temptation from his diet long ago.

  Leaning back, Roan tried to appear casual, not wanting to show that he was taken aback by the guy’s forwardness. He also didn’t want the incredibly handsome blond to see that Roan was discreetly attempting to check him out. Mainly, the way that snug charcoal-gray T-shirt stretched across his impressive chest and the way the corded muscles in his neck shifted inconspicuously when he lifted his arm.

  How discreet he was actually being was anyone’s guess since there was only about three feet between them.

  Not only was he at least an eleven, Sexy Guy also looked familiar. Eerily so. Only Roan couldn’t place him.

  Roan shrugged off the thought and continued to stare the guy down.

  For the past half hour, Roan had been nursing a beer while pretending to watch the baseball game playing on the television closest to him. He wasn’t really paying attention at all because his brain was inundated with how shitty he’d allowed his life to become. In fact, he’d been paying so little attention he had noticed that the handsome man now sitting across from him had been staring his way every so often.

  After the guy signaled the waitress for two more beers, he turned back to Roan.

  Bold move considering Roan had already told him he wasn’t interested. Or that had been his meaning anyway.

  “Colton Seguine,” Sexy Guy said smoothly as he held out his hand.

  Roan detected an accent, but he couldn’t quite place it. Canadian, ma
ybe?

  “Not interested,” Roan grumbled, ignoring the introduction, hoping the guy would get it through his thick skull that Roan wasn’t…

  Wait.

  Did he say…?

  The name registered and Roan’s gaze slammed directly into the big guy.

  Wavy blond hair, a thin scar running through one of his thick eyebrows, pale blue eyes with the perfect balance of gray running through them, a slightly crooked nose, and a jaw that looked as though it had been carved from stone, not to mention sharp cheekbones and those lips…

  Holy shit.

  The harmless temptation sitting across from him was none other than a fucking hockey player.

  Harmless. Right.

  “You’re Colton Seguine,” Roan muttered, feeling stupid.

  The guy’s lopsided smirk transformed his face from sexy to … hot as fuck. “That’s what they tell me, but everyone calls me Seg. Unfortunately, I don’t recognize you, so…”

  Roan held out his hand seeing that Seg’s was resting on the table as though waiting for this moment. “Roan Gregory.”

  “Nice to meet you, Roan Gregory.”

  Yes, it was.

  Seg’s hand was strong, his grip firm. And holy fuck. This was Colton Seguine. Seg.

  Roan briefly forgot all of his problems as he stared at the defenseman for the Austin Arrows hockey team. He knew the man was big—he’d read his stats a few dozen times—but up close and personal, he was ginormous. Six foot four, two-twenty, if Roan remembered correctly.

  The waitress interrupted their staring contest when she delivered their beers, and for a few seconds, Roan was caught up in those smoky blue eyes, unable to look away.

  It no longer mattered that he’d been wallowing in self-pity, trying to get over the fact that nearly four months ago he’d professed his love for his best friend. He no longer felt the chest-constricting pain that had engulfed him as soon as he realized Cam had fallen in love with someone and they were incredibly happy. The pain hadn’t come from the fact that Cam and Gannon were happy. As far as he was concerned, that was a good thing. It came from the fact that Roan had been insecure enough to think he would lose his friendship with the most important person in his life.

  Only right now, the fact that he’d blurted out that he loved his best friend seemed unimportant—not to mention, completely untrue.

  Nope. None of it mattered because his brain was misfiring; the only thing he could think about was sex. Sex with this incredibly sexy hockey player. Dirty, rough, highly-erotic sex.

  And wasn’t that a kick in the nuts? Roan wasn’t the sort to succumb to insta-lust. It usually took him some time to warm up to a guy. A hell of a lot longer than a brief introduction anyway.

  Roan took a long pull on his beer, breaking the eye contact.

  This was insane.

  Why the hell would this guy even be over here? It wasn’t like he was…

  Nah. No way was this guy gay.

  Plus, if he was—which he wasn’t—there was no way Seg would know Roan was gay. Seriously. How would he know? They weren’t in a gay bar. And it wasn’t like Roan was wearing his I’m out and proud T-shirt today.

  The thought had Roan staring at Seg thoughtfully.

  Did he know Roan was gay? Was it something he broadcasted without realizing it?

  After glancing around the room cautiously, Seg leaned in and lowered his voice. “What do you say after this beer, I take you back to my place and we have a drink there?”

  Okay, so maybe along with some finely tuned gaydar, Seg was gay.

  Not openly, obviously, since Roan distinctly remembered a recent article about Seg and some model chick he’d been dating as of late. Yes, in case there was any confusion, Roan was a fan of the Austin Arrows. Huge fan.

  Maybe Seg was bisexual?

  Roan let that thought roll around for a few seconds. He didn’t do bisexual. He had absolutely no intention of being with some guy who would wake up the next morning, crying and whining because he was so fucking confused about his life. Pussy or dick, it wasn’t that hard to figure out which you preferred.

  Not to mention, Roan didn’t need that shit on top of everything else he was dealing with.

  Leaning closer, mirroring Seg’s posture, Roan shook his head. “I’m pretty sure”—he tilted his head toward the waitress—“she’s more your type.”

  Seg leaned even closer. “I’m pretty sure … you’re dead wrong.”

  Roan sat up straight, taking another pull on his beer as he studied this man.

  Here was a guy Roan had watched play for years. A guy who was as masculine as they came. A guy who was now sitting here, in this sports bar, coming on to him.

  He was coming on to him, right? Roan had been out of the game a long time; maybe he was imagining it.

  He instantly thought about Cam. About how Roan had damn near fucked up their friendship because of his momentary lapse in judgement. His stupid freak out had nearly cost him the most important person in his life.

  Then he thought about his sister and her fucking drug problem.

  And his father, who was beside himself on how to help her.

  His stepmother, who had threatened to leave his father if they didn’t find a way to get Cassie some help.

  A fucking mess was what his life had been reduced to.

  No way should Roan add fucking a hockey player to that long list of screwed-up bullshit.

  Clearly Seg sensed Roan was considering the idea. “One night. No strings.”

  Nope, no mistaking that come-on.

  Roan considered it.

  No-strings sex. Was there even such a thing?

  Roan adjusted his position, trying not to give the idea the merit it deserved, but unable to help himself.

  A one-night stand with a hot hockey player.

  Who could really say no to that? More importantly, who would?

  His world was crumbling down around him, and this guy was offering him an opportunity to forget about it for a little while. An opportunity he’d be stupid to pass up.

  “One night?” Roan confirmed.

  Seg nodded.

  “Tomorrow we pretend this never happened?”

  Another nod.

  Downing what was left of his beer, Roan reached for his wallet, pulled out a couple of twenties, and slapped them on the table before getting to his feet.

  “I’ll follow you,” he told Seg.

  The grin on Seg’s face made Roan’s dick jump to life.

  Oh, yeah. This was definitely a good decision.

  COLTON SEGUINE—NICKNAMED SEG DURING his early years playing hockey—would likely have a million regrets come tomorrow, but right now, as he pulled up to his house, he couldn’t think of one.

  Well, other than he hoped like hell no one had noticed him coming on to the hot guy who’d looked as though he needed something to focus on other than his personal problems.

  Right. Because that was why Seg had come on to him.

  It had been a first for him.

  Coming on to a guy in a public place.

  A guy he hadn’t even been sure was gay. It’d been a huge risk, but there’d been something about the man that had called to him. Seg had spent the better part of an hour trying to ignore the desire to talk to him, but in the end, he hadn’t been able to resist.

  He’d known from the second he got up from his table to approach him that his actions could potentially change the course of the rest of his life. Yet he’d done it anyway.

  Looked as though the risk had paid off.

  In his rearview mirror, he saw the big blue Chevrolet pulling in behind him and the hot-as-fuck guy sitting behind the wheel.

  Nope. No regrets.

  Not yet.

  From the instant he’d set his sights on Roan Gregory—with his dark honey-gold hair, matching golden eyes, and conventionally handsome face—back at the sports bar, Seg had been intrigued. Like, sneak-off-to-the-bathroom-and-get-this-crazy-lust-out-of-our-system intrigued. Enough
that Seg had spent an hour watching Roan before he got the nerve up to talk to him. That in itself wasn’t an easy feat considering he wasn’t looking to make his interest known. Not to anyone other than Roan Gregory, that was.

  Pretending not to be interested took finesse. Seg had long ago mastered it.

  Although he knew the risks of giving in to his sexual desires, Seg hadn’t been able to resist. There was something dark and intriguing about this guy. Something that made him want to peel back the brooding outer layer to the sexy guy underneath.

  It’d helped that they hadn’t been at Seg’s usual hangout. Had they been at the Penalty Box, Seg wouldn’t have been able to approach him at all because someone he knew would’ve seen him.

  He chalked it up to right place, right time.

  And now they were at Seg’s house.

  Better place, perfect time.

  After climbing out of his Range Rover, Seg walked around to meet Roan between the vehicles. He was shocked that Roan had followed him. During the ten-minute drive back to his house, he’d expected Roan to veer off and disappear. But he hadn’t, which meant one night, no strings sounded as good to Roan as it did to him.

  Seg led the way up the wide concrete stairs to his front door. He typed in the code to unlock the deadbolt, then turned the knob and waited for Roan to precede him, all while managing to pretend this was a normal, everyday thing for him. Truth was, he’d never picked up a guy in a bar before. In fact, he’d only been with two men in his life, and both of those instances had been after far too many drinks—for both parties involved—and with very few memories of the actual events.

  For some strange reason, Seg wanted memories of tonight. He wanted to be able to think back on them for as long as they’d last. Maybe he was simply getting older and tired of the same old bullshit. Or—a much more likely answer—he was tired of being someone he wasn’t.

  The steady beep of the alarm system had Seg moving to the keypad by the door. He quickly punched in the code to disarm the system. He turned back to find Roan’s gaze scanning the room.

  Seg eyed Roan as he took everything in. The man’s short hair was in chaotic disarray, as though he’d run his fingers through it a dozen times. Which Seg knew he had because he’d watched him. He’d had no clue what was on the guy’s mind, but whatever it was had to be weighing heavily on him because he’d seemed distraught.