Her foot gets caught in the meshwork, and we tumble to the ground, green clay smearing on our skin and clothes.
I land on top of her and quickly scramble to my elbows and knees, afraid I hurt her. But she chuckles.
“I got a little carried away, there,” she says.
I smile so wide I can feel it in my ears. “I love you, Harley.”
She looks up at me and lets out a deep sigh. “I love you, too, Chris. I always have.”
I bend down and kiss her softly, with as much love and tenderness as I can show her. It's slow and sweet, and it tastes so good.
Harley Prescott is mine now, and I’m never going to let her go.
We break away from our kiss with glazed eyes.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you like that for so long, Harley,” I say.
She smiles. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.” Warmth spreads in my stomach. I kiss her again, and she lets out a soft moan. It’s so quiet I doubt even Harley heard it, but nonetheless, my shorts get a little tighter in the groin area.
“Does it match up to your expectations?” I ask.
“Not really,” she teases with a smirk.
“Sassafras.” I kiss her nose.
“There’s something else that I’ve always wondered,” she says with a sheepish grin. A blush spreads across her cheeks, and she looks down.
“What?”
Harley slowly trails her hand down my chest to the base of my pants, where an obviously raging hard-on presses into her stomach. She outlines my hard cock with her curious fingers, driving the breath straight out from my lungs. When she looks up at me, a hunger burns behind her eyes. I have to fight to keep my cool when she says, “What you’d taste like in my mouth.”
Chapter Six
Harley
I can’t believe I just said that. But holy shit, I’m beside myself right now. I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted Chris until I suddenly had him. My entire body is on fire, and my insides are burning so brightly with love and lust and wonder.
Chris was right beside me this whole time, feeling the same way I was. Except now, I can finally touch him the way I’ve secretly been yearning to for years.
The feeling of his rock-hard length against my abdomen turns me on more than I’ve ever felt before. I never allowed myself to look at him this way, but now that I can, it’s like all those years of pent up sexual tension are pouring out of me, turning me into a lust-crazed hormonal teenager.
I frantically pull at the waistline of his pants, eager to release the erection that’s calling my name. The hot spot between my legs starts throbbing, and I can feel myself becoming unbelievably wet for him. After years of waiting for Chris, I can’t wait for a second longer.
“Jesus, Harley,” Chris breathes, finally revealing himself to me. He’s long and hard and thick and beautiful. I shimmy further down below him, letting the clay of the court scrape itself into my hair, stain my white skirt and matching shirt, scratch my shoulders. It feels nice and cold against my hot skin. I keep shimmying until Chris’s crotch is right above my face. Then, I look up at him.
“Come here, Chris. Let me taste you.”
He lowers himself down to his knees, and I grab his cock by the base, licking the salty pre-cum from his tip and savoring the taste. I let out a groan, and he shudders in my mouth.
He drops his hands to the ground just above my head, and I can feel his breath on my hair when he breathlessly says, “That feels good.”
I work him with one hand, pumping him deeper into my mouth. I moan against his skin, adoring the way his hips respond to my touching, my sucking, my licking. I’m so fucking wet. I can’t wait for him.
I slip my hand under the spandex of my pants. I’ve never been so slick, so ready for a man to enter me. It turns me on even more.
I rub my clit in circles, working myself up as Chris throbs in my mouth. He’s breathing heavy, and so am I. Just when he’s about to come, he pulls himself out from between my lips.
“God, that felt so good,” he breathes.
All I can do is let out a moan. Chris sees me touching myself, and his mouth drops.
“Damn, Harley. I wanted to do that,” he says. Chris pulls my hands away and pins them by my side. I smirk, thrilled that his hands are on me. Finally. “So impatient,” he says with a grin.
He yanks my spandex pants down to my ankles. No point trying to get them off over the giant tennis shoes I’m still wearing. I don’t care, I want him inside me right now.
The cold clay feels refreshing against my bare ass, and the breeze from the ocean sends salty air up my nose. All these sensations make this moment feel surreal, like the scene of a movie.
I open my legs for him, so ready to feel him inside me, so much more prepared than I ever thought I was. But instead, he places his hand against my pelvis, pushing his palm against my clit. I shiver.
“You like that?” He asks. I nod my head, eyes closed, savoring the sensation.
He rubs me in circles. Its forceful, impatient, and a little painful, but I love it.
Chris Marlowe, my best friend and the man I love, is finally touching me.
I don’t think I’ll ever come down from this high. Chris slips two fingers inside my slick, wet folds, and I about burst from the seams. It sends waves of pleasure throughout my body, starting deep in my belly. He pushes my shirt up with his other hand and kisses my belly button, my upper stomach, finds his way to my sports bra and pulls it over my breasts with his teeth, revealing them to the fresh night air.
“You’re so beautiful.” He sucks on my breast, flicking my nipple with his tongue. Combined with his fingers inside me, his thumb now pressing against my clit, I feel like I might literally explode. He moves to the other breast, and the cold air clings to my wet nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure to my core. A moment later, Chris clamps down on the cold tip with his hot fingers.
“Chris,” I pant. I’m unraveling with his fingers inside me, his lips on my body, his warmth spreading all over me. “Chris, I’m gonna come.”
“Good.” His voice is deep next to my ear, sultry, course like sliding on clay. It urges me to the edge, and I come on the spot. Chris watches my face contort in ecstasy, a permanent grin plastered on his face. My back arches and my moans are caught in the beach breeze. We’re out in the open, but no one can hear us. The stars are our only witnesses.
I let myself fall back to the ground, breathing heavily. Chris sucks his fingers, tasting my juices. It’s the most strikingly sensual thing I’ve ever seen a man do.
“You taste good,” he says.
It’s too much hotness for me to handle.
I sit up and push him to the ground, overcome with the need to have him inside me right now.
Pants still wrapped around my ankles, sports bra squished above my breasts, sweaty and desperate and so fucking horny, I lower myself onto him, watching his expression of pure enjoyment as my body stretches to accommodate him. I do it slowly, savoring every moment, every inch. He grabs my thick thighs and lets out a deep, satisfied sigh.
“You feel so big,” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
His gaze is hot on my skin. I close my eyes and focus on the sensations rocking my body. How it feels to have his eyes on me, his cock pushing further inside me, stretching me farther than I’ve ever been stretched before. I move my hips, taking him in deeper, and focus on his breathing, my breathing, the ocean nearby. It’s magical.
All those years, we were so close, but I never allowed myself to want more. And then not having him at all was the worst feeling in the world. But now, with Chris inside me, the closest two people could ever be, I know he’s not going anywhere. We were made for each other.
Chris and I spend what feels like hours together, making love in the moonlight, exploring each other’s bodies with fascination and lust, and many more emotions I never knew I could feel. We come again and again, entwined with each other on the clay court, the very place we met
as children.
Chris was always my best friend, my partner through it all, but tonight I learned that that’s truer than I ever realized. No matter what comes after this, I know Chris will be right there by my side, and we’ll totally kick ass.
Front Check
Front Check is a one-night-stand-turned-to-love short college romance with a strong, sweet heroine and a sexy hockey playing hero. It's the third book in the College Sports series and can be read as a standalone.
Sophie
I never do anything that'snot aligned with my career plan, and dating the star goalie of TemptUniversity's record-breaking hockey team is so not on my syllabus.
But one amazing night with Parker Hayes has my mind completely derailed.
He was supposed to be a one-night stand, a crazy excuse to let loose anddo something fun for a change, but I've never felt more connected tosomeone before in my life.
Now, all I can think about is Parker.
It's ridiculous to think this fling could turn into something more between us... isn't it?
Parker
Just when I'm about to lead the Tempt U. Blazes hockey team to arecord-breaking victory, my lucky charm stops showing up to our games.
Sophie Baker is incredibly smart, insanely attractive, and she was supposed to be a one-night-stand.
But one night quickly turned into many more, and soon it wasn't just oursteamy rendezvous that had me thinking about her, even on the ice.
Now I'm missing her more than I should, and Sophie won't return my calls.
Something's up with that girl, and I need to figure out what. Fast.
Because if the Tempt U. Blazes want any chance of making it into the WesternDivision Collegiate Hockey Championships, I'm gonna have to get my lucky charm back.
And when I do, I plan on keeping her.
If you love steamy sweet sports romances with sizzling sex scenes, you'll love this book. No cliffhangers in this fun college romance.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors).
Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Parker
There’s a minute and a half left in the third and final period, we’re down by one, and my teammates are setting up for another shot on goal. While the puck is on the other end of the rink, I blink the sweat from my eyes and quickly sneak a glance into the crowd once more.
My stomach sinks when I don’t immediately spot her in her usual seat by the bench. I frantically search the stands for those beautiful blue eyes and that gorgeous head of jet-black hair that I’ve become so accustomed to seeing. Except she’s nowhere in sight. Just like the last game, the game before that, and the whole week before that.
Damn it, where is she? And why isn’t she here?
“Parker!” My teammate’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I whip my head back on straight.
Fuck, when did we lose the puck? And when the hell did their forward get so goddamn close to our goal?!
The opposing team’s star player approaches my net at lightning speed. I brace for impact as he takes aim, rearing back for a slapshot.
THWACK!
Before I can adjust myself to block his shot, the puck flies past my shoulder, right into the top corner of the net in a perfect shot to seal the deal.
The goal horn sounds, and half the audience cheers. The other half groans and heads out of the stands, back to their dorms and apartments and night classes.
Shit.
The opposing team members race past me, gathering in a rowdy huddle with their goal scorer behind my net. I ignore their jeers and head straight for the locker room, silently cursing myself for letting this happen for the fifth time in a row. What the fuck is going on with me?
I shake my head and stomp off the ice. As I head down the hall with the rest of my teammates toward the locker room, they give me half-assed angry glares. They know I’m as pissed about giving up another win as much as they are. But what pisses me off more is that I know exactly why I’m sucking.
Sophie Baker.
AKA the woman who was supposed to be a simple one-night stand.
She had me swimming in her gorgeous blue eyes the moment I saw her. It was at one of our afterparties a few weeks ago, and it was like fucking fireworks. Pretty soon, what was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into two nights, then three, then four, and before I knew it, Sophie and I were banging each other every chance we got. Then, just as quickly as our time together started, it stopped.
Sophie stopped coming to the games, stopped texting me, stopped everything. And as soon as she cut me off, I started playing terribly. Uncharacteristically terribly, as tonight is evidence of. Which fucking sucks, because the final qualifying game for the Western Collegiate Hockey Conference is in two days. If I don’t get my shit together by then, the Tempt University Blaze are going to lose our shot at making it to the finals.
I take a deep breath, shrug off my helmet, and decide it’s time to have a talk with my lucky charm.
Chapter Two
Sophie
A curtain of fresh night air drapes itself around me as I take a step outside. The library side door shuts with a soft click behind me. I take a deep breath, trying to get some energy after the most boring study session in the world. And by boring, I mean utterly unproductive.
I shove my notecards into my shoulder bag, rolling my eyes at myself. Since when do I fantasize about a guy when I’m supposed to be getting work done? He doesn’t mean anything to me, I remind myself. It was a one-night stand, and that’s it.
I glance across the street at the hockey arena, where my thoughts have been all night. Despite the lies I tell myself, I desperately miss being in the crowd, watching him kick ass. I guess it didn’t help that the library has a direct view of the stadium. Ugh, it’s entirely pointless trying to ignore him. The longer we go without seeing each other, the deeper Parker Hayes lodges himself in my brain.
The image of his muscular, naked body is permanently seared into the back of my eyelids. Every time I close my eyes, I replay each hot, passionate night we shared together. I can still feel the way his large, rough hands felt on my body, slowly tracing the curves of my hips, wrapping around my torso, pulling me in for a mouth-melting kiss…
BZZZ! BZZZ!
My cell phone vibrates in my bag, snapping me out of my reverie. As I search for it, I notice my arms have pebbled with goosebumps. Sheesh, I’m a mess. The mere memory of Parker’s hands on my body turns me into a jumble of hormone Jell-O. I can’t let myself continue to be distracted by him.
Speaking of the devil, I stare at Parker’s name on the phone in my hands. Staying away from him seemed like a good idea a week ago. I figured it would be easier to forget him and focus on my degree if we weren’t continually sleeping with each other. Still, the fact that he keeps popping up in my brain every thirty seconds makes me doubt whether I’m making the right decision or not.
When I see his name on my phone, a surge of adrenaline shoots through my veins and the spot between the legs begins to throb.
I bite my lip. One-night stands aren’t supposed to be this complicated, are they?
It figures the only time I let myself do something for fun, it ended up becoming as complicated as my Physician’s Assistant training. Of course, one night of actually giving in to my desires turned into many more nights of lustful exploration until, before I knew it, I was totally falling for Parker Hayes.
But how could I not? He is the most attractive guy and talented hockey player I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but him since we met! Tell me, where do lustful sex sessions with a hunky athlete fit into my plans to become a Physician’s Assistant?
They don’t.
Nowhere on my curriculum does it list having a relationship with a hockey player as a pre-requisite. And that’s where the truth really li
es.
Every time I’m with Parker, the harder I fall for him, and the closer I wanted to be to him. And that simply cannot happen. We’re on different career paths. It just doesn’t make sense.
Which is why, as badly as I want to answer this call and hear his voice again, it’s better to ignore him.
I tap my screen. Decline.
I shove my phone back in my bag, determined to shake Parker Hayes from my memory for good. But just as I take a step toward the parking garage, the bastard rounds the corner in front of me.
My heart stops. Parker is so gorgeous it actually hurts. I press my lips together to keep my jaw from dropping at the sight of him. He’s wearing my favorite post-game outfit of his: grey sweats that shape his squeezable ass and a black long-sleeved Under Armor shirt that hugs every perfectly carved muscle on his body, from his pecks to his biceps to his chiseled abs.
He notices me right away, cell phone still in hand, and waves me down. Against my better judgment, I wave back, and he flashes me a beautiful white smile that cuts through the impending night, making me weak in the knees.
Uh oh.
I take another deep breath, reminding myself how to walk, but the closer he gets, the harder it becomes just to stand. His wavy black hair is wet and messy like it always looks after he showers, and when he steps in front of me, I get a whiff of his fresh, manly shampoo. God, he smells like the forest and pinecones. It’s intoxicating. I want to run my hands through his hair and plant a kiss on those smirking lips of his. But I stop myself before I can lift a finger. It’s just lust, I tell myself, not the other “L” word. And Parker Hayes is just a distraction.
But as soon as he says my name with his deep voice, I’m afraid I might jump him anyway.
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