Break my Heart (Western Wildcats Hockey, #6)

by Jennifer Sucevic

The kind of intimacy we’ve shared isn’t possible with a one-night stand. Maybe I wasn’t ready for it before. But I am now. With Ava.

I have no idea where all the pent-up emotions come from. One minute, I’m enjoying the afterglow of the best sex I’ve ever experienced, and the next, I’m bawling. Hayes’s reaction is almost comical.

His mouth drifts across my forehead. “You know that’s not true. No one should have made you feel that way because you’re more adventurous in the bedroom. I fucking love it.” My lips lift into a slight smile as I meet his earnest gaze. “I get that now.”

“You’re a good man, Hayes Van Doren.” “Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.” The corners of my lips hitch as I snort. “Don’t worry. No one would believe me even if I did.”

The way she skates is mesmerizing—almost as if she was born to do this, her ability innate. She executes a perfect spin, the same one from the photo I saw at her apartment. She’s poetry in motion, a force to be reckoned with.

The fact that she accepts me for who I am means more than I ever imagined possible. For the first time in my life, I’ve found someone I can be myself with. I don’t have to pretend everything is a cakewalk or that nothing bothers me.

But I’ll be more vigilant from here on out. I’m not about to let anything happen to my girl. Once we’re out of the arena and walking toward the parking lot, Ava glances at me, her expression softening. “Thanks for coming with me.”

As we reach my truck, I realize that I don’t just like being around Ava. I need it. I need her.

They’ve always been so in love. Always holding hands or sitting next to one another. There were times when I’d walk into the kitchen and find them hugging or kissing. When I was younger, their affectionate displays embarrassed me. I remember grumbling under my breath that they needed to keep their hands to themselves. Now, I think it’s sweet that after twenty-five years, they’re still so in love.

“But don’t let fear hold you back.”

It’s more than just sex. Although, the sex is incredible. He makes me feel safe, understood in a way no one else ever has. We’ve shared pieces of ourselves, parts of our past we don’t let anyone else see. With him, I don’t have to pretend. I can just… be.

He leans in, his mouth sweeping against mine in a kiss that’s gentle but full of promise. I tip my head, deepening it, savoring the feel of him. Every time his lips brush against mine, it’s like the world falls away and nothing else matters.

TenInchesofCocky: See you soon, Tink. I smile at his contact name, which also happens to be his screen name, biting my lip as I pull out of the parking lot.

“That feels good, baby girl. But the fans like to watch me get hard on camera. It’s part of the fun.” “Oh well.” I slip my hand into his underwear and wrap my fingers around his thick length.

My tongue darts out to lick the slit. Already, it’s beaded with moisture. He loosens the band holding my hair in a ponytail. As soon as the blonde strands tumble around my shoulders, his fingers tunnel through them, tightening around my scalp to hold me in place. “Fuck, baby. That feels amazing.”

Unable to resist, I suck him deep inside until he nudges the back of my throat. “Have I told you how much I love your mouth? Especially when it’s wrapped around my big dick?”

Another wave of desire crashes over me, and I shift on the chair as my pussy throbs a harsh beat that vibrates throughout my entire body. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt so turned on in my life. It doesn’t take long before my fingers are twitching with the urge to touch myself.

As I watch him pleasure himself, I can’t help but feel the rush of excitement build deep down inside of me. I pinch and tweak my nipples until they stiffen, mimicking the actions of his hands on his own body. Anticipation heightens with each second that ticks by.

He growls as his fingers loosen from around his erection and slide lower before cupping and squeezing each ball. Holy fuck. Heat floods my core as my fingers circle my drenched entrance before finally dipping inside.

This is the first time I’ve touched myself and actually felt like I was about to come. My gaze stays locked on Hayes. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. The sight of him playing with himself is so damn hot. I can understand why women pay good money to watch him.

It’s almost a shock when a deep growl erupts from him. My eyelids fly open just in time to see him roll toward the computer and slam the lid shut before jumping to his feet and swallowing up the distance between us with three long-legged strides.

He teases my clit with quick flicks of his tongue, sending bursts of pleasure through my body. I arch, wanting more, as he moves his tongue around my piercing. Just when my inner muscles begin to tighten, he pulls away and the cool air hits me, making me shudder. Before I can protest the loss, he gently slaps my clit with his fingertips, creating a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that only pushes me closer to release.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” His lips fasten on me again as he sucks the tiny ring into his mouth. With his thumb, he gathers up some of the wetness before pressing it against my rosebud and penetrating the tight ring of muscle.

“Eyes on me, baby girl. Pretty sure we already had a conversation about this. I want your gaze pinned to me the entire time you suck my dick.”

“Damn, that feels so good. Can you take more, baby?” With his thick erection down my throat and his hands in my hair, it’s impossible to nod my head. I moan around his girth, hoping he understands he has my consent.

My attention stays locked on him as he presses so deep down my throat that my face is flush against his groin. I focus on drawing air in through my nostrils as he holds me in place.

“From the first moment I saw you, I knew you’d look beautiful with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”

“Beg for it, baby. Beg to suck my cock.” “Please. I want to taste you in my mouth.” He lifts a brow. “That really the best you can do?” I shake my head as desperation floods through me. “Please, Hayes. Please let me suck your big dick. I need it.”

There’s so much truth in the plea. I do need it. I need him. “I love the way my lips stretch around it and the way it feels to take you deep into my throat. I want to feel you come so I can drink down every last drop.”

On the last thrust, his hips stay flexed as he draws me closer. He groans as thick jets of cum erupt from the tip of his cock and hit the back of my throat. I greedily swallow down every drop just like I promised. His release seems to last forever as my gaze stays pinned to him.

“Open.” My lips part enough for him to peer inside. “I love seeing your throat painted with my cum.”

“There’s nothing better than the taste of our combined arousal on my tongue.” My belly swoops as my core tightens. That’s the moment I realize just how deep I’m in with this guy.

“Really? You sure about that?” “Yeah, I am,” I say, more forcefully than intended. The last few weeks have changed everything. Ava isn’t just some girl. She’s the girl.

“Because…” I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the fallout. “Because we’ve been seeing each other.” “Let me get this straight.” His jaw tightens. “You’ve been seeing my daughter?” “Yes, sir,” I say, my voice steady. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but I’m concerned. He’s sending harassing messages every day.”

“I appreciate you making me aware of the situation.” “Keeping her safe is my number one priority.” Coach studies me in silence. “It sounds like you really care about my daughter.” I meet his gaze with an unwavering one. “I do. And I don’t want to see anything happen to her.”

“Unless you’re cool with sharing?” There’s a beat of silence. “Some chicks are.” He shrugs. “Hayes’s motto has always been ‘the more the merrier.’” I whirl around and glare at him, trying to hold back the tears. “Screw you.”

It’s done, dude.” Bridger’s words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. The weight of them sinks in, adding to the mixture of sorrow and grief swirling inside me. I’ve done a lot of hard things in my life—balancing school and hockey, supporting my family—but this... Hurting Ava like this? It’s on a completely different level. It feels like I’ve ripped out my own heart.

My deal? My deal is that I just destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me. And now all I want is to forget this entire night ever happened.

“Pretty sure you just broke her fucking heart, man.” He’s right. I did. I just didn’t think it would break mine in the process.

Making Ava think she was just another girl I’d hooked up with seemed like the only way to create a clean break. I figured it would be easier for her, that she’d hate me and move on. From the corner of my eye, I saw her face crumble and the pain in her eyes. That’s all it took for doubt to creep in at the edges.

“I still don’t understand why you had to hurt her like that.” Bridger’s voice is low but pointed. “You should’ve seen the fucking look on her face.” I wi...

“Yeah, I get that. But did you have to be so brutal about it? Now she thinks you don’t give a shit. That you never gave a shit.” “I do care.” My tone is harsher than I intend. “I care about her more than anything, which is why I had to do it. If something happens to her because of that asshole…”

But God, the thought of her leaving, of never seeing her again… It feels like my insides are being ripped apart.

The intimacy we shared felt so real. At least it did to me. But now… I don’t know what to believe. Maybe none of it was real.

She nods as Colby slips his arm around her waist. Those two are so perfect for each other. They mesh so well. And here I’d hoped⁠— As soon as the sly thought tries to sneak inside my brain, I cut it off. Nope. I refuse to go there.

Every move you made was like watching art come to life. It was effortless, fluid, beautiful.”

But I don’t. I can’t. We’re not together. Maybe we were never really together. That thought cuts as deep as a knife.

As soon as the question is out of my mouth, Hayes steps forward, bridging the distance between us. My breath catches when his hand rises to cup my cheek, and his thumb brushes against my skin. “If that’s true,” he admits, seriousness shining brightly from his eyes, “then I would consider myself the luckiest bastard in the world.”

Unable to hold back for another second, I lean in so my lips can drift over his. The kiss starts off soft, almost tentative, as if we’re both testing the waters. It doesn’t take long for the floodgates to open, and everything I’ve been holding back—the fear, the pain, the longing—pours out into that one caress.

Hayes tugs me closer before wrapping his arms around me, as if he’ll never let go, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I finally feel safe. Really, truly safe. And I know with every fiber of...