Break my Heart (Western Wildcats Hockey, #6)

by Jennifer Sucevic

I shove that depressing thought away as I swing around the corner and stumble to a halt. My eyes widen as I take in the naked guy with his back turned toward me. There’s not even a towel slung around his waist to shield the view. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I realize I should retreat or, at the very least, stop staring, but I can’t pull my attention away from the sight in front of me. His back is broad and rippling with muscles, each one perfectly defined. Before I can stop myself, my gaze dips lower. His ass is just as finely sculpted as the rest of him. Tight. Perfect. Damn.

His gaze never wavers as he lifts the white towel to dry his damp hair. The guy is completely unfazed that he’s stark naked, dripping, and on full display. If only my reaction were just as casual. Heat floods my cheeks, as if I’m the one who’s been caught without a stitch of clothing. My eyes do the exact opposite of what I tell them to. They should be locked on his face, but no, they take a slow and thorough tour of his body. First, the broad expanse of his chest—all hard muscle and glistening with droplets of water.

My mouth turns cottony as my attention drifts lower. I can’t help but catalogue the ridges of his abs. There are eight of them, by the way. I swear, he’s got abs on top of abs. It would be difficult not to appreciate every contour. My gaze continues to meander until arriving at his⁠— Oh my God. He’s shaved. Completely. There’s not a single hair in sight. And yeah, I’m staring. Hard.

I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and allow thoughts of Hayes to fill my head. A shiver dances down my spine as I shift so my legs can fall open. With soft strokes, I touch my pussy. It doesn’t take long before more wetness gathers. Need blooms in my core as my mind conjures up images of walking in on Hayes after his shower in the locker room. It would be impossible not to remember the hard, sinewy strength of his back that stood out in sharp relief. Even his ass had been chiseled and well-defined, and his thighs bulged with muscles. My fingers pick up their pace as more desire floods through me.

It had almost been a disappointment when he’d turned around, his gaze colliding with mine. I could have spent hours soaking him in, visually tracing every dip and contour. In return, he’d given me a lazy once-over. Unable to help myself, my attention had fallen to the thick length of his cock. And his shaved balls. Sure, I’d seen that in porn before but never in real life. It had been tempting to step closer and get a better look.

He’d stiffened up before wrapping his hand around his thickening length and leisurely stroking himself. Everything tightens within me as those images flash through my mind like a slow-motion picture show. This isn’t the first time I’ve touched myself while reliving our initial meeting. As close as I’ve come to orga...

Once we reach my door, I swing around to face him. My heart hammers almost painfully in my chest at the intensity that fills his gaze. When his hand rises to cradle my cheek, I find myself leaning into his touch. How is it possible for our closeness to feel so natural and right? It’s terrifying. “Would you believe me if I told you that you’re the first girl I’ve ever wanted to get to know?” he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing against my skin. “I don’t care about easy. I don’t care how slow we need to go or what you think you can give me. I just want to be with you while we figure it out. Together.”

His heated gaze dips to my lips, and warmth rushes to all the places that have spent the last year cold and dormant. Hayes is gradually waking my body back to life again. My tongue darts out to moisten my lips. “Any chance we’re going to seal this with a kiss?” He smirks, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Is that what you want?” My heart thuds painfully in my chest as I nod. “Then, yes, Ava. I’m going to kiss you.” There’s no rush in the way he lowers his mouth. It’s slow, deliberate, like we have all the time in the world. When his lips finally brush against mine, they’re softer than I imagined. The kiss is gentle at first, a tease, his tongue lightly brushing against my bottom lip. Heat sparks in my core, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me closer, and I melt into him as everything around us fades away. There’s only him. His scent, his touch, and the way his lips make me feel like I’m floating. It’s a kiss that makes me forget every reason why I should be afraid. Just as I sink deeper into the moment, he pulls back, his breath mingling with mine. “You taste good. I’m definitely going to want more of your sweetness.”

When his tongue sweeps across the seam of my lips, I open, allowing him entrance. Everything that happened earlier this evening tumbles through my head. As much fun as I’m having at Blue Vibe, part of me wishes my friends hadn’t dropped by and invited us out. Thoughts of how he touched and kissed me earlier have heat exploding in my core before throbbing a harsh beat in perfect rhythm to the music. His hands glide along my ribcage before settling beneath the swells of my breasts. When I whimper, an answering groan works its way up from deep within his chest.

Arousal dampens my panties as his mouth roves over mine until our tongues can tangle. Hayes nips at my lower lip, tugging it between sharp teeth before releasing it. My eyelids crack open just enough to meet his heated gaze. The need I find swirling there sets my pulse racing. I can only imagine the same intensity is echoed within my own. This man makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never experienced before, and the rush of sensation through my veins has already become addictive. “Fuck, baby.”

One hand glides down my hip before settling on the V between my thighs. Only then does he stroke my center through the thin layers of clothing that separate us. I can’t help but flex, pressing into his hand. “Do you like having your pussy played with?” “Yes. It feels so good.” “Oh, Tink. This is just the beginning. I’m going to give this little pussy all the love she deserves.” I believe him. Beneath his touch, my body comes alive, and a moan works its way past my lips. That’s all the encouragement he needs to continue the delicious torment. His fingers spread wide as he squeezes before flexing and repeating the caress.

He kneads me with both hands until my knees weaken, and I’m in danger of sliding to the floor. It doesn’t take long before my body is tightly strung and dancing on the precipice. “I want you to tell me exactly what my touch does to you.” I can’t help but squirm against his hold, craving more of the riotous sensations that scratch and claw dangerously beneath the surface. Almost as if he’s awoken something inside me, and it’s now fighting to break loose.

Desire crashes through me as his fingers stroke my lower lips through the thin fabric of my panties and dress. He pinches my nipple. “I’m waiting.” “It turns me on and makes me feel achy,” I say on a gasp. His mouth drifts across the outer shell of my ear as his voice dips, turning husky. “Where does it make you feel achy?” Unable to help myself, I shift against him, looking for more contact. “My pussy and my breasts.” When he tweaks me for a second time, I groan. It’s like a straight shot to my core, and my panties flood with more heat. “I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Should I take your word for it or find out for myself?” My breath catches at the back of my throat as excitement crashes over me.

A growl vibrates deep within his chest as one hand slips beneath the material of my dress before gliding up my bare thigh to the place that’s desperate for the stroke of his hand. Right when I think his fingers will slip beneath the fabric of my panties, they drift along the cotton, tracing the seam of my lips. “You’re right. Completely soaked.” I whimper as he shoves the fabric to the side, and one finger slides inside me. My body sags against his as he withdraws and circles the entrance before thrusting for a second time. Each pump of his finger forces me closer to the precipice. Closer to tumbling over the edge and into oblivion. I want the orgasm so much; I can practically taste it. I turn my face toward him. “Please.”

“Mmm, that is such a pretty word falling from those pouty lips. It’ll play on repeat in my dreams tonight.” Just as my muscles tighten and it feels like I’ll shatter into a million broken pieces, his finger slips free of my body, and a garbled protest escapes my lips. His dark chuckle tickles my ear. “Just like this morning at the rink, I’m not about to give you an orgasm for the first time in the middle of Blue Vibe. Although, I won’t promise not to do it next time.” The thought of there being a next time has my belly spasming.

When I can’t stand another second, I spin her around until I’m able to cage in her smaller body. As soon as my hand shoots out to slam the emergency stop button on the panel, the elevator jerks to a halt. My mouth coasts over hers before sliding to her jawline and nipping the point of her chin. And then I’m moving along the delicate column of her throat. I lick the pulse that flutters beneath the fragile skin. My hands rise to cup her breasts, squeezing the rounded softness before pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress. It doesn’t take long before they stiffen right up. Unable to resist, I lean down and bite one and then the other until a moan escapes from her, and she’s shifting against me. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, as if to lock me in place. It’s totally unnecessary.

I play with her breasts, all the while staring into her eyes. There’s something sexy about being on my knees in front of her. Our gazes hold as my fingers fall to the hem of her short dress before gathering up the material and lifting it until her light-blue panties come into view. The cotton is damp with arousal. I bury my nose against the V between her thighs and inhale until her scent floods me. Fuck. She smells so damn good. I’m desperate for a taste of her.

“Step out of the panties.” She releases the fabric of her dress as she lifts one leg. I give her mound a little tap. “Don’t let the material fall, baby. Nothing shields this pussy from my view. Understand?” She lets out a whimper. I tap her clit again. “That’s not an answer.” “Yes.” “Good girl.” I flick my gaze upward again. “Once I kiss this sweet little cunt, it belongs to me. Got it?” She nods before tilting her hips. “I understand.” Once her underwear has been removed, I tuck the scrap of material into my pocket for safekeeping. Then I raise one leg over my shoulder so she’s opened nice and wide, and I’m able to get a better view of the silver circle that pierces the hood of her clit.

“So fucking gorgeous,” I mutter. Unable to hold back, my tongue darts out to give her pussy a long lap. The taste of her honey explodes on my tastebuds, and it’s almost enough to make me dizzy. One lick, and I’m addicted. A moan escapes from her as she opens her legs wider. My tongue dances around the piercing before gently sucking it into my mouth and tugging. I keep my attention pinned to her face, not wanting to miss a single flicker of emotion. “That feels so good.” I release the piercing before licking her flesh and dipping my tongue inside the heat of her body. She’s so damn wet, and I’m greedy for her taste.

Maybe things are progressing faster than anticipated, but I’m not going to rush her. Ava is the one who sets the pace, and when she’s ready for that kind of intimacy, she’ll let me know. Once she’s reclined against the pillows, her gaze fastens to mine as her thighs fall open until they’re touching the mattress, and I’m reminded of just how flexible she is. “Damn, baby.”

As hungry as I am to get my hands and mouth on her, I just want to take a moment and soak in the sight of her stretched out on the bed naked, waiting for me with her legs spread wide. My gaze drops to her pussy. It’s already swollen and glistening from our earlier foreplay. My mouth waters for a taste. The silver that glints from between her lips is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. No matter how long I live, it’s a mental snapshot I’ll never forget.

I twist and settle between her spread thighs before burying my face against the heat of her center and dragging my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit before flicking the silver piece of jewelry with tiny balls on each end. With a groan, her fingers tangle in my hair to hold me in place.

I lick every inch of her. When her muscles tighten, I know she’s close. I keep my gaze locked on her face, wanting to see the moment she falls to pieces. When I draw the little ring into my mouth and suck it gently, she lifts her hips to press closer. “Oh, Hayes…” “Just let it happen, baby. You’re safe with me.” My soft words are all it takes for her to shatter beneath my mouth. She screams out her orgasm. It’s the best damn sound in the world, and means more than any other girl who’s ever cried out my name. I continue licking and sucking her shuddering flesh until her muscles loosen, and she sinks into the mattress, a boneless heap.

My hands settle at the hem of my gray Henley before dragging it up my body and over my head until I’m just as bare chested as she is. Now it’s her gaze that dips. My muscles tense as I stand in place, allowing her to look her fill. The heat in her eyes nearly singes me alive. “What about the jeans?”

I can’t resist teasing her. “I was thinking of keeping them on.” “Off.” I jerk a brow. “Kind of bossy, aren’t you?” A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Maybe a little.” With a snort, my fingers drop to the button before flicking it open and dragging down the zipper. In one swift movement, I shove the denim down my thighs. Her attention drifts lower. It would be impossible to hide the boner that strains against the cotton of my underwear. I love the feel of her eyes eating me up. “You’re really beautiful,” she whispers. “You stole my line. I was just thinking the same thing.”

It’s the bright sunlight filtering through the gauzy curtains of my bedroom window that pulls me from the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. As my eyelids flutter open, I’m slammed with two realizations. The first is that I’m naked. The second is that I’m not alone. A warm body is pressed against me. Not to mention, that body is hard. Definitely hard.

Since waking up beside another person isn’t a normal occurrence for me, I rack my brain to try to figure out what happened. It doesn’t take long to remember making out with Hayes before being interrupted by Britt, Colby, Willow, and Maverick. We ended up at Blue Vibe, dancing the night away. Hayes pulling me up to the second floor and touching me flickers through my head like a slow-motion picture show. The man has magic hands.

We didn’t even make it up to the apartment before I’d been on him. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I was pressing him against the wall before he flipped us around. The way he’d knelt in front of me and taken my panties off while I’d held up my dress sends another burst of heat sizzling through my veins. Just when I thought I’d find my release, he popped back to his feet and carried me to my apartment before stripping off my dress and watching me touch myself. Another thick shiver makes its way through me.

After he gave me the most delicious orgasm, we fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. My gaze slides from his six pack abdominals to the broad expanse of his chest. Even when he’s relaxed, everything is well defined. There’s not an ounce of fat on him. It’s so tempting to reach out and run the tips of my fingers over every sinewy muscle. “Whatever you’re considering, you should do it.”

I squeak as my gaze slices to his. His green eyes twinkle with both mischief and heat. It’s a lethal combination. One that makes my pulse race. He stretches his arms above his head, and all those mouthwatering muscles tighten and lengthen. I wasn’t lying last night when I called him beautiful. He is. Ridiculously so.

Instead of overthinking matters, I pull myself up to a seated position and settle on top of him before straddling his thick thighs. His gaze stays pinned to mine as his hands remain behind his head. The only reactions I’m given are the tightening of his jaw and the tension that fills his muscles. I still can’t get over how much pleasure he showered me with last night, taking none for himself. It makes me want to give him just as much in return. His boxers are tented in the front and already there’s a damp spot on the cotton. I reach down and rub my finger over the wetness. “You look good naked on top of me.”

My gaze clings to his as I lean forward and kiss the tip of his erection before nuzzling it. He’s hard as steel and yet silky soft. I run the tip of my tongue from the bulbous head, down the length of his shaft, to the root before drifting lower to circle one ball and then the other. They’re shaved clean and are smooth against my tongue. When I suck one into my mouth, another groan explodes from him as he gently brushes the hair away from my eyes before tunneling his fingers through the thick strands. “That feels amazing.”

His breathing picks up tempo as I play with him. Arousal curls in the pit of my belly like a whisp of smoke, intensifying the ache in my core. I release one ball with a soft pop before licking the other and giving it the same attention. Once my tongue dances over every inch of his sac, I kiss my way back up his cock and draw the tip between my lips. His fingers tighten around the sides of my head as his eyelids droop. Each time I slide along the hard length, I take him deeper, until he nudges the back of my throat. Another groan rumbles up from within his chest as I keep up a steady rhythm. “Fuuuuck.”

With a tilt of his pelvis, he thrusts forward. When my mouth turns voracious, his muscles tense before he attempts to shove me away. Instead of allowing that to happen, I stare up at him as I continue sucking his dick. “If you’re not careful, you’ll make me come,” he mutters, jaw clenched. His voice is so tightly strung, it sounds as if it’ll shatter into a million jagged pieces. When his balls draw up against his body, ...

I gasp when he rolls us over so he’s on top. A wicked glint fills his green eyes. It’s enough to make my belly swoop. He presses a kiss against my lips before working his way down my naked body. When he reaches my breasts, he draws one hard tip into his mouth until I’m squirming beneath him. My fingers tangle in his hair as he releases my nipple before sucking on the other. Need explodes through me as my core throbs a steady, insistent beat. He descends, licking and sucking my flesh until arriving at the V between my legs. I can’t help but spread them wider, giving him full access. It’s amazing how free and uninhibited I feel with Hayes. Like we’ve been together for months.

He wraps his hands around my inner thighs, spreading them even farther apart as he stares at me. I can practically feel the heat of his gaze sliding over my core as wetness gathers between my legs. “Have I mentioned how fucking beautiful you are?” “Maybe once or twice.” He flicks his gaze upward to meet my eyes. “Such a smart mouth.” “You certainly didn’t have a problem with my smart mouth when it was wrapped around your cock.”

He smirks before sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh of my inner thigh. A moan breaks loose from me as I wriggle beneath his grip. His hands tighten, holding me firmly in place. “I loved the way you sucked my dick almost as much as I enjoy eating your pussy.” He tongues the little piece of jewelry decorating my clit, circling it before drawing it into his mouth. Barely has he ...

“Ready for that breakfast?” My eyes widen as I screech, “Are you being serious?” “Nope. Not at all.” He smirks before burying his face against my drenched flesh. A few lashes of his tongue and a tug of the piercing send me tumbling over the edge as I scream out my orgasm. It’s only when I huff out a ...

The sight that greets me has my eyes widening and air stalling in my lungs. Hayes is alone, lying naked on the bed. The terror and concern from seconds ago melt away as my greedy gaze rakes over the length of him. The man really does have a spectacular body.

I grab a condom from a drawer in the nightstand and tear the wrapper before sliding it over my hard length. Then I take up position behind her. She hasn’t moved a single muscle. I swat one ass cheek and then the other before fisting my cock and lining it up with her drenched entrance. My finger slips back inside her rosebud as I surge forward and bury myself balls deep. I withdraw and repeat the movement. I’ve never felt anything better than her tight heat strangling my dick. It’s like coming home to a place I didn’t realize I was missing.

Both my finger and cock fall into the same steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her inner muscles contract around my hard length, squeezing the very life out of me. That’s when I lose it, following her over the edge and into the abyss. The way she screams out my name only intensifies my pleasure. Stars dance behind my eyelids, and it’s entirely possible the tip of my cock just blew off.

I suck in a breath as he pushes in deeper. He crouches down until his warm breath can ghost across my delicate flesh as he presses a kiss against me. “I wish I could wait longer, but I can’t. I’ll take my time with you later.” “Well, I did ask you to take me hard.” With a strained chuckle, he rises to his feet. In one swift movement, his cock slides deep inside my body, filling me to the brim. Another groan falls from his lips. “Right here, baby. Pure bliss.” It doesn’t take long for our bodies to fall into a natural rhythm. And then we’re both falling over the edge. Together. The way it was always meant to be.