Collide (Off the Ice, #1)

by Bal Khabra

Apparently, my plan to abandon people before they abandoned me isn’t healthy. Go figure.

“Why are you acting so strange?” Maybe because I’m so hard I don’t know how I’ll stand?

Or maybe it’s that Aiden gave me a mind-numbing orgasm, and I’m pretty sure I’ve become stupid.

Nothing like flashbacks to the best head you’ve ever gotten to distract you in the middle of exam season.

How do I answer that? He’s helped with my assignment and barges into my dorm to give me orgasms?

The last time I saw this much of her thighs, I had my face buried between them.

I would choose anything this girl willingly does to me over and over again.

“That was after he left the ball in your court. Or the puck in your…rink. Whatever, you get it.” “Time to net the puck. Pretty straightforward,” says Cassie.

I care about being a good captain, but being a good friend is more important.

need your words, Aiden.” “Yes, Summer.”

“So perfect. So fucking good, Sum.”

I roll my eyes and pull him closer. “Can you fuck me already?”

“Come on. Take all of me.” Her forehead creases. “There’s more?”

I hold back my chuckle when I see her disbelieving face. “You can take it. You’re doing so good, baby.”

Dark eyes brighten. “You’re going to come when I tell you to come.” Fuck

You can tell how large his arms are even under the jacket, and he looks so hot I can’t contain myself.

He looks so handsome in that suit, and it’s confusing the hell out of my ovaries.

The thought of two hockey players hovering over a stove to make the perfect chai makes me smile.

Aiden stalks over to me, pulls my chin forward, and kisses me so thoroughly that butterflies ravage my uterus.

“But I need you to be very unfriendly to me right now.” I smile. “Whatever you say, Summer.”

I’ll do anything for a date with Summer.

“My eyes are up here, Crawford,” she scolds.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.

“You love it, don’t you?” His stormy eyes lock on mine. “You love when my eyes are on you while I fuck you.”

wall. “Watch me, Summer. Look at what you do to me.”

“You’re scaring me, baby. What’s wrong?”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

“How many times can you beg someone to love you?”

You don’t deserve to be treated like this, and I won’t let you feel bad for finally saying what’s on your mind. Tell me you understand that.”

“He hurt you, and for the first time, you didn’t bottle it up. Be proud of yourself, because I am.”

“Come on, I’ll make you some tea, and then we can lie down.”

I’ll be her white noise machine as long as I live if that’s what she wants.

She may think I’m some clingy weirdo, but letting her be more than a few feet away from me right now feels so utterly wrong I’m willing to look desperate.

Everything about her feels like it’s one in a million.

“Making you laugh or touching you. Drives me. Fucking. Insane.”

I take a step closer to her because I’m pretty sure I’ll combust if I don’t touch her right now.

“I’m yours, Aiden. Treat me like it.”

She’s mine. And she’s perfect. “You are,” I say, my throat thick.

“My boyfriend. My hot, sexy, kind boyfriend.”

“You don’t need flattery to get into these pants, baby.”

“You and Kian are buddy-reading a romance book?” “What? Men can’t read romance?

“So you’ve been reading my books?” “Yup.

“You’re my sunflower, Summer.”

“Yes, Aiden. Any place that made you who you are has to be the closest thing to heaven on earth.”

“Shit, you’re making me blush, Preston.” He chuckles. “You’re getting spanked for that.”

“I can already feel you heating up, Summer. Let me between these pretty thighs, baby.”

“Come on. Let me hear those pretty moans. Tell me how good I feel.”

“You can put something in my mouth to keep me quiet, then.”

It’s a shame, but I’m proud to say that she’s the greatest woman I’ve ever met, and it’s no thanks to you.”

Like they’ve been waiting for someone to have Summer’s back the way she’s always had theirs.