Heartless Player: A College Hockey Romance : (Westfall U Series)

by R. C. Stephens

  I slowly kiss down to her navel, licking my way lower. When I reach the top of her jeans, I pop the button and lower the metal zipper.

  She helps me shimmy them down, but then she sits up to help me completely remove them. “This is so embarrassing,” she says. “Sometimes the jeans get stuck over the prosthesis.”

  “It isn’t a big deal to me if that’s what you’re worried about. I just want these off so I can get a taste of you and have you naked beneath me.” I hope she hears the sincerity in my voice.

  “You’ve been really unexpected.” A soft look enters her eyes.

  “What does that mean?”

  “I don’t know. I thought you’d be this jock who only has his head on the game and doesn’t care about much else other than getting laid,” she explains. “That’s an awful assumption. You’re so much more. You’re kind and accepting. Not to mention very nice to look at.” She grins.

  “I don’t know how kind I am. My life sometimes feels like one big clusterfuck, but lately, it feels like things are finally going my way, and not only with hockey. I like spending time with you, Rebel, and I’m really looking forward to being inside you.” I run my hands lightly up her thighs.

  She moves herself up the bed. Having her completely naked in front of me drives me wild with lust, but I can also tell she’s been hurt and trusting me is a big deal. I want her to feel good, confident. I want her to see in herself what I see.

  “Then what are you waiting for, hockey player?” She grins mischievously, laying her head on the pillow. She extends her hand to me.

  I quickly take off my jeans.

  “The boxers too,” she orders.

  When I lower my boxers, my cock is engorged and stands against my belly. Rebel licks her amazing lips. I climb on the bed, but this time, I go for exactly what I want.

  Twenty-One

  Rebel

  I was nervous going into this night, knowing I was going to sleep with one of the most popular guys on campus. A guy known as heartless. A guy who takes girls to bed and disregards them with the morning trash. Only that isn’t the Wolfe I know. This man wears his heart on his sleeve, and it’s a heart that’s hurting. He’s only given me snippets of his private life, but what I do know is that he’s been very sensitive with the fact that I’m missing a part of me. And the way he looks at me tugs somewhere deep in my chest, but I can’t think of any of that right now because I have this naked Adonis hovering above me, his head exactly where my crotch is, and it’s times like this I wish I could feel bold and good about myself.

  His tongue draws a lazy circle around my belly button and… what was I thinking? I have no clue. Said tongue moves lower to my inner thighs and just knowing what his wicked tongue can do to me has me dripping for him already.

  He nips the inside of one thigh and then the other, and warm tingles explode all over me. When he puts his face close to my pussy, my insides clench. He separates my lips and licks a line from my clit to my opening.

  “Ah,” I cry out.

  “You taste so good. I love eating you,” he says, and his words make me blush so hard I’m happy he isn’t looking at my face.

  He sucks my clit, and my hips thrust against his mouth as warmth surges through me in a gust of pleasure. “That feels so…” My words trail off as his tongue runs up and down my slit. I feel dizzy with pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by what he’s doing to me. “I think I can come already.”

  I buck beneath him, wild and untamed, as he licks me relentlessly.

  “Damn you are so hot,” he says.

  “Wolfe, it’s too much,” I pant.

  “It’s okay. Come,” he whispers.

  “I want to wait for you.” My breaths are quick and choppy.

  “Come and I’ll make you come again,” he promises.

  Through my moans, I say, “I don’t think that will be possible.” I’ve never come twice in a night.

  “Is that a challenge? Because an athlete thrives on challenges.” He smirks.

  “I’ve never come twice in a night,” I admit, because I love his cocky side too.

  His tongue goes flat against my core, and between the heat of his tongue and the pressure on my sensitive parts, I’m a hot mess.

  He inserts a finger inside me and then another, and when he starts pumping and licking me, I lose all thoughts as ecstasy spikes in my blood. I come apart on his fingers, moaning as sparks fly past my vision. It’s too much and too good. As I come down from my high, Wolfe slows the rhythm of both his fingers and his tongue.

  “That was…”

  He smiles, looking pleased with himself. His lips glisten and his blue eyes smolder as he watches me. “If I’ve left you speechless, that’s something.” He chuckles.

  He leans beside me and I slowly return to planet Earth. He wraps an arm around me and I turn into the warmth of his body against mine. I rub my fingers down his chest and to his abdomen, feeling the grooves of his strong muscles like hills and valleys, the light smattering of hair that covers his strong chest. He’s perfect.

  “I almost came all over this bed like a teenager. That was damn hot,” he says.

  “You’re hot,” I say, feeling bold.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Like you didn’t know.”

  “I just like to hear the words from your mouth. Something tells me you don’t offer them easily.” He brings me in even closer to his body.

  “I don’t,” I say, and he dips his head and leans in and kisses me. He tastes of my musk mixed with his own unique flavor. At first, I’m hesitant because I never kissed Trevor after he went down on me. But once our tongues swirl together and that familiar heat spikes my veins, I am lost to the passion.

  “Do you still want to have sex?” he asks hesitantly as our bodies meld together. It wouldn’t take much right now for him to slip inside me.

  “Yes, very much so,” I answer.

  He turns away and takes a condom out of the drawer of his side table. The lack of his body heat against me causes a shiver to roll over me. I watch as he sheathes his magnificent cock. It’s large and virile and causes a clench between my thighs.

  His cell phone goes off.

  “Whoever it is, they have bad timing,” he grumbles. The phone rings and rings.

  “Maybe you should see who it is. Maybe you’re needed.”

  “No one needs me, Rebel. At least not in a meaningful way.” His voice is slightly dejected.

  “That sounds cryptic and I’m sure very untrue.” Something about his words doesn’t sit well with me.

  “It’s true. Trust me,” he says. His phone rings again and he lifts it. The name Christopher lights up the screen.

  I realize that every time I’m with Wolfe, he reveals a different part of himself. He isn’t the selfish asshole he wants people to believe he is; that, I already know. But what I hadn’t realized is that Wolfe is hurting. He’s broken like me.

  “Who’s Christopher?” I ask.

  “My father,” he says blandly.

  The phone rings again.

  “Shouldn’t you see what he wants?”

  “I’ll call him tomorrow.” He tosses the phone aside.

  The cell continues to ring.

  Wolfe curses under his breath.

  “What a downer,” he mutters shaking his head.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask.

  “Not really. The man thinks I’m a no-good loser. I’ve always tried to show him I’m more, but it didn’t make a difference. He’s gonna think it anyway.” I can hear the bitterness in his voice.

  “I can’t imagine how anyone would say that about you. You’re captain of one of the best college hockey teams in the country. You’re a good friend, you’re kind, and even though you have a reputation for being an a-hole, you aren’t. You’re thoughtful and caring.”

  “Now you’re just exaggerating,” he says and twists until he hovers above me. “Where were we?” He brushes his lips against mine and that heat I was feeling before
crashes through me like a wrecking ball. Our kissing grows hungry quickly. He licks and sucks my lips, and I can’t seem to get enough of him either. His rough hand comes up and tweaks my nipple, and, just like that, I’m wet all over again. Only, he doesn’t go after what he needs. No, I’ve learned he cares about what I’m feeling, and when his warm mouth connects with my nipple, my back arches off the bed. His tongue flicks over the hard bud back and forth, paying attention to each of my breasts.

  “Wolfe,” I moan.

  “I love my name from those lips.”

  “I bet you say that to all the girls,” I reply as my fingers run through his gorgeous brown hair.

  “Huh. I can assure you, I don’t. I’m no sweet talker. In fact, I may be known to be the opposite of sweet.”

  “Then all the rumors about you are false,” I say on a gasp as he dips his finger between my legs. He spreads my wetness along my opening and then rubs my clit in circles. “Oooh,” I cry out.

  “Don’t come yet,” he warns.

  “Then don’t do what you’re doing.” I roll my eyes at him in frustration.

  Wolfe laughs and its hearty and warm and sends tingles down the side of my neck.

  “You ready for me, Rebel?”

  “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready,” I say sarcastically.

  He cocks a brow.

  “Yes, yes, I’m ready. Geez.”

  “Good, because I’ve been wearing this condom for too long,” he says.

  “So stop talking and have sex with me.” I raise my hips to rub myself along his cock.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he says and then slides inside me. I know he’s big. I’ve seen his gorgeous cock, but then the feeling of him moving inside me does something to my insides and turns my brain to mush. Filling me and then pulling back. A sweet torture of sorts. I feel myself building again as my hands run up and down his strong back. My hips meet him thrust for thrust.

  He groans. “Damn, you are so tight. Feels so good.” He squeezes his eyes shut like he’s holding on by a thread, and it does something to my insides watching this gorgeous guy come undone above me.

  “Faster,” I say as my hands drop to his hard ass and I urge him inside me deeper and faster.

  He picks up speed. His athletic endurance is showcased as he pounds into me. His cock rubbing me in all the right places.

  I can’t hold on anymore.

  “I-I’m coming,” I cry out as another orgasm racks through my body.

  Wolfe follows me over the edge, his body jerks and he moans, coming so hard as my hips continue to thrust back and forth.

  “So deep, so good,” I mumble, not sure I’m making any sense.

  We stay together for a moment longer and then he kisses my lips softly before rolling onto his side. He discards the condom into a trashcan by his bed. Then he gets back into bed and takes me in his arms. I’ve never felt so wanted or cherished before, but I remind myself that this is temporary. He told me so himself. He isn’t boyfriend material.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “Perfect.” I grin.

  “Getting laid looks good on you.” He smirks cockily.

  I laugh.

  “That was hot,” he says. “I can’t wait to try more positions with you.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I say dreamily.

  “Do you now?” He runs his hand along my bare hip. “I’m going to need a few to recuperate, but it won’t take long. I have you in my bed tonight and I plan to take full advantage.”

  “How will I wake up for class tomorrow? I still have to make it to volunteering in the gym before class in the morning too,” I say.

  “I can drive you home to get a change of clothes and then take you to school. I wouldn’t mind hitting the gym earlier. I need to get ready for my first game back.”

  “Thank you. That would be great.” A huge yawn sneaks up on me.

  “You’re tired,” he notes.

  I nod. “It’s been a long day.” Between school and hours of dishwashing, I am done.

  “Go to sleep,” he says, kissing me softly.

  “Okay. I just need my phone to set an alarm.”

  I get out of bed and walk over to my jacket to get my cell. I set the alarm and then I use the bathroom. When I return to bed, I hear the other guys are laughing outside the door. I also hear a female voice.

  I head back to bed. Wolfe is passed out already. Sleeping soundly on his back. He looks like a peaceful giant. I sit on the bed and remove my prosthesis, then I slide under the covers and cuddle up to his warm body. I can’t fall asleep right away so I watch him sleep. When did this become my life? Sometimes it feels like nothing ever goes my way. I’m falling for Wolfe. Hard. So I know it’s only a matter of time before the ball drops—or in this case, the puck.

  Twenty-Two

  Rebel

  My alarm goes off. “Weekend” by Mac Miller blasts too loud and I reach blindly on the floor by the bed to turn it off.

  “That’s quite a wake-up call,” Wolfe says, rolling over. His arm slinks across my waist.

  “Sorry.”

  “I had to get up anyway.”

  I turn back over to see his erection poking up under the sheet. It looks so good, and just the sight of it makes me all horny again.

  “I see we have a situation.” I motion down to his erection.

  “Any ideas of what we can do to contain it?”

  “I may have a few.” I wink. I’m becoming less and less shy around Wolfe. After what we did last night, how could I not?

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Why don’t I show you?” I say, climbing on top of him.

  I kiss his lips and he claims my mouth in that possessive alpha way he’s been kissing me. Like he wants to mark me or can’t get enough of me, and his hunger spikes my own. That and the fact that his erection pulses between my legs.

  “Do you want to get a condom?” I ask.

  “I like where this is going,” he says, reaching to his side table. He takes out a condom and then I take it from him and sheath his magnificent cock.

  And then we are back to kissing. My breasts rub against his chest and it’s such a turn on. He reaches between us under the sheets and rubs my clit with his finger.

  “Damn, you’re wet already.” He sounds surprised, but what does he expect when I have him naked in bed with me?

  I don’t want to tell him that I think I woke up that way.

  I reach down and put his cock inside me and then I ride him.

  It feels so good that I tilt my head back and enjoy the ride. When he uses his thumb to circle my clit, I cry out and pick up speed.

  My tits start to bounce and Wolfe grabs hold of them and then his thumbs are drawing circles over my nipples and I moan in pleasure.

  Another orgasm hits, and somewhere in the back of my mind I know we aren’t alone in this house, but as he lifts his hips and drives into me hard, I am lost to the passion.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groans and then he’s jerking inside me. His stomach quakes as he comes and he lets out groan after feral groan, and I continue to ride him because my orgasm is drawing out deliciously, and by the time I fall beside him on the bed we’re both panting.

  “I don’t think I need to go to the gym anymore,” he says with a laugh.

  “Shoot, I forgot. What time is it?” I lean over the bed and check my phone. “We need to move fast if I’m going to make it home and change.”

  I sit on the edge of the bed and put on my prosthesis and that’s when I realize I wasn’t wearing it just now when we had sex. He had to have noticed.

  But he doesn’t care, a voice in my head says. I’m not sure I believe her though.

  I walk back over to my clothes, which are strewn all over the floor. Wolfe gets out of bed and I can’t help but gaze at him as he walks to the bathroom naked. My mouth feels like it’s agape from looking at the muscles in his back and that perfect behind of his. And I still can’t believe what we just
did.

  “I know you’re checking me out,” he says from behind the closed door of the bathroom.

  “So what if I am?” I laugh.

  “Oh, I don’t mind. I love watching your reaction to me.” And even though he’s behind a closed door I blush at his words.

  “Cocky,” I whisper.

  “I heard that,” he shouts and then I hear the toilet flush. I have to use the bathroom too, but I need to get home and get changed into gym clothes. I’ll shower at school after my time in the gym.

  “Just hurry up,” I say. “I can’t be late.”

  I finish getting dressed and gather my backpack and jacket.

  “I’m waiting for you downstairs,” I call out.

  “Coming. I got a gym bag ready. I’ll just get dressed and meet you down there.”

  I head out of his room, hoping not to bump into any of his roommates. I know they have to be in the gym in an hour, so they all have time.

  I slowly leave Wolfe’s room and begin walking down the upstairs hall when I hear…

  “Rebel?” It’s a girl. That much I know.

  I turn around to see Tiffany.

  “I thought it was you, but then I said to myself that couldn’t be her because she isn’t Wolfe’s type,” she says. Bitch.

  “Oh, it’s me, Tiffany,” I say with some bite. “And what would you know about Wolfe’s type?” I’m not usually the type to engage, but she’s grating on my last nerve.

  She winces. “I didn’t mean it that way.” She giggles. “You know Wolfe isn’t the type to go for a second round.”

  “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I shoot back.

  “True.” She smiles. Her hair is a mess and her mascara is smudged. I’m sure I don’t look much better than her, other than I don’t wear makeup by choice. “I spent the night with Cole,” she says.

  “Cool,” I reply.

  “He was so drunk,” she says. “But then so was I. It’s funny the things people reveal when they’re drunk, isn’t it?”

  “I wouldn’t know. I don’t drink.”