by Aja Cole
Finding Her Center
A Sports Romance
Aja Cole
Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
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About
Hockey Center Greyson Mathieson is a hockey legacy, growing up with a dad that also played pro. It’s the most important thing in his life next to his Mama, and with a crucial season coming up – he’s got no time for distractions.
Well…none except for Daya.
Greyson met Daya two years ago by chance, when he decided to blow off some steam by chatting with a stranger online. But what started as a virtual fling has come to mean more to Greyson than he ever expected…
All he can think about is meeting Daya in person and finally turning late night fantasies into the most delicious reality.
Daya Kincaid is an introverted freelance writer, with only three rules in mind when it comes to men:
1)No relationships.
2)No complications.
3)No feelings.
Finding a sexy man who was willing to bare it all for some virtual fun without any commitment or strings attached, sounded like the most perfect arrangement in the world…until he wanted the real deal and she wanted to keep her life as it was. She wants things to be kept simple, and for Greyson and his phenomenal body and his raw sex appeal to stay far, far away.
But sometimes, life puts you in exactly the right place. You just have to decide what the hell you’re going to do about it.
All Greyson wants is a chance to see what they could build, but Daya has her own set of rules and he’s playing blind. A man can only take so much. He’s not perfect by any means, but he’s trying.
With her own truths to face before she can truly trust anyone with her heart, Daya has to be careful or this might be one game that nobody wins.
Finding Her Center is a debut 60,000 word standalone novel with a HEA and no cliffhangers.
Finding Her Center: A Hockey Romance
Aja Cole
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First Edition January 2017
To all of my family and friends that have supported me every time I’ve said, “I’m writing a book.”
I couldn’t have done it without your love and constant encouragement.
Thank you.
“Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.”
- Paul Boese
1
Daya
Ding. Ding. Ding.
The notification sounds spear my peaceful sleep and I open my eyes, squinting in the dark at my phone on the table. Grabbing it, I see 5 notifications from snapchat and my breath catches in my throat. Each one is from the same person.
California Hottie
And the nickname is so appropriate, believe me. He is a goddamned smoke show, if you can use that term to describe guys. Honestly, the only reason we communicated was to sext since we were both single. I didn’t know much information about him. I met him online a dating site where his profile was inactive. I took the chance anyway.
Considering I was far into a bottle of wine at the time, I completely didn’t remember. Until the next morning, when he’d replied to my message and he wasn’t a cocky asshole. He’d just been a little bored when he made the profile, and happened to get my notification.
Eventually, I added him on snapchat and we’d agreed that we’d just be long distance sexting buddies. Unconventional? Yes. Frustrating? Hell yes. But it gave me something to do when I got bored and it was a good way to indulge my reckless side without dealing with actual men.
Don’t judge me, I might be a sort of adult but I’m only 23.
He was two years older - at the time, I’d been 21. We’d been messaging on and off for 2 years, with no intention to take it any further than that. It was just a fun time. I opened the app...then decided I needed to relocate to my room to open his actual messages.
They would probably be....inspiring.
I didn’t want to chance anyone coming home and finding me in a compromising position.
Settling into my bed, I propped myself on some pillows and clicked on the purple square next to his name. My nipples were already beading at the thought of seeing his body, and seeing him stroke that beautiful cock of his. Shiver.
The first thing I see is 110 on the seconds count. Bless. The very next is the sight of taut muscle being revealed as he slowly lifts up his shirt. Up...up...up...damn, I really want to get my hands on his pecs. They’re so defined and his nipples cap them like tiny cherries on top. I always find my mouth watering whenever looking at him.
He pans the camera back down his hard abdomen, and images flash in my mind of me skimming my lips above his waistband. He’s such a tease, and I hold back a groan as he slips one finger into his pants and snaps it against his skin. He’s still covered but they’re lower now and the cut V of his muscles are clear and tantalizing.
I want so badly to trace every ridge on him with my tongue, it’s unreal.
I hold my breath, waiting for him to push his pants all the way past the light hair that’s curling on his groin...but the video cuts off.
It jumps to a single picture of him with no pants and covering his cock with his hand. I read the caption, my mouth dropping open.
“Let me see you.”
Dammit! I really really wanted to see that cock, and he damn well knew it.
Two could play the teasing game.
I threw off my sweatshirt and bunched the comforter around my breasts, so you could see a lot of cleavage and a little peek of nipple. Taking a picture, I added a smartass comment and sent it.
I waited, absently pinching and rolling a nipple with my fingers. His reply popped up quickly. It was a full picture of his cock in all its glory.
I was one of those girls that enjoyed a good dick pic. Even though it was frustrating because he wasn’t right next to me, I could imagine how it would feel and how it would be to have him in my mouth. It was thick and the perfect size, not big enough that you couldn’t adjust to it but def
initely with enough size that you would feel every inch filling you. It alternatively terrified me and excited me. There was a thick vein running up the side that made me want to softly sink my teeth in.
I really wished I could get my mouth on every part of him.
California Hottie is typing…
“Your turn. I wanna see that pussy from the back. I wanna know what it’ll look like when I get behind you and spread both cheeks to fuck you.”
I smiled, shaking my head even as his words sent a jolt straight to my clit. I loved how he didn’t pretty things up.
You know how hard it is to take a picture of your ass where you can see the peek of pussy from the back? Let me tell you, it takes some finesse. I could see where selfie sticks would come in handy. I’d tried more than a few variations over time, trying to figure out which one wouldn’t strain a muscle and where I could still press the capture button.
Leaning forward and shirking my underwear, I went into a kind of child’s play pose. I shifted my weight forward to where my breasts were pressed into the bed and my back was dipped, making my butt lift completely in the air. With one arm bracing on the bed, I stretched the other behind me and tried to open up my lower body and snapped the picture. Checking it, I was satisfied that it was sufficiently dirty enough and I sent it.
“Oh shit, that one was nice. Keep those coming...damn that’s nice.”
I leaned over the side of my bed this time, with my knee on the bed and bending my leg a little so it was a little more obscene. It was making me wet taking these pictures for him. I sent that one with a few more similar ones for good measure.
“Fuck, I need that. I wanna fuck you just like that. I love seeing your pussy, just sit on my face please, damn.”
I was breathing a little harder now, imagining his words as a reality. It’d been awhile since I’d been eaten out. I needed to shave, and I was feeling a little self-conscious about sending a full picture of my privates even though it wouldn’t be the first one I’d sent to him. Usually, I was better prepared. But who was I to deny him? I sent a new picture, adding a disclaimer in the chat.
“Sorry, I need to do some maintenance though…” I sent. His reply was quick and soothed my discomfort.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about but I just wanna spread that shit and put my tongue all up in it and around it.”
My pussy clenched. Goddamn, his rawness turned me on so much.
“You don’t know how much I want to bury my face in your pussy when you’re bent over like that. And it looks like a perfect spot to put my dick.”
I felt a shudder roll through me. I wanted that too.
“I think I do know, because I want my mouth on you whenever I see any part of your body.” And it was so true. I craved him just as much.
“Tell me what you would do.”
Biting my lip, I relaxed my body until I was lying fully on the bed and started typing to reply to him.
“First...I’d make you promise to keep your hands out of my way, or I’d tie them up. Then I’d spend all the time I want licking and sucking at your nipples before I trail my mouth over your abs, biting and tracing them as I go. I’d nibble at the skin just below your belly button, inching lower and lower but not touching your dick until you begged me to. Even then, I’d hold it with the tip of my fingers, breathing just over the head so you can feel the heat from my mouth. But I wouldn’t touch you with it until you were arching your hips up, pleading for me to tongue you. Can you imagine what the first touch of my tongue will feel like? How it’ll feel when I’m circling around the head, slipping my lips over it and popping you in and out of my mouth but not taking you completely in or sucking you?”
I saw it so clearly in my mind, and by the time I’d finished typing, I was grinding my clit against the bed for some friction. I knew my panties were done for, I could feel the slickness easing from me and I’d have given anything in that moment to have him filling me.
I could see his typing icon and I waited for what he would say...or if he’d send a picture of him stroking that thick pipe. I barely held back a moan at the thought. My body was flushed and he wasn’t even within actual distance.
“You are so fucking hot. Your pussy around my dick is all I want in life right now. I’m coming there soon, I want to see you.”
Mmm I wanted his dic-- Coming where?
“Coming here? As in, like, where I live?”
“Yeah. I’m staying with my sister. It’s sort of last minute and we’ve both been kind of busy but I’m telling you now. I want to make this happen finally.”
Oh.
My.
God.
No. Absolutely not.
Closing the chat, I threw my phone on the bed like it’d caught on fire.
It was all fun and games! Sure, we’d said shit like “I wish I was there” and stuff but it wasn’t supposed to ever be a reality. I had this image of him in my head, and sure he was hot - but surely meeting him in person would knock him off the current pedestal. And his talk was probably better than his actual bed skills! That’s how it always happened!
And I’d sent him some pretty dirty things. How could I look him in the face like a normal person when he’s already seen everything but I don’t really know him?
It was too much!
Grabbing a pillow, I yell into it like a child and stomp my feet on the bed for good measure.
Fucking great, now I have to never talk to him again.
You’re probably overreacting.
Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t. But after two years...meeting in person wouldn’t bring anything but disappointment. We’d had a good run of fantasy and teasing, but that’s all it was.
Sexually frustrated and without a sexting buddy once again.
Fuck.
Me.
And not in the good way.
2
Greyson
It’s been a week since I told Daya I wanted to meet, and I still haven’t heard from her. I’m starting to get a little worried. We’ve gone time without sexting or talking to each other, but this feels different.
And she never responded to me.
It’d been about 1am and I’d had a long day, so I’d fallen asleep when she didn’t say anything. I’d chalked her lack of response up to maybe she’d also knocked out, which happened sometimes since she was three hours ahead of me.
The woman had me with constant blue balls and I’d never even met her. I hadn’t been all that interested in fucking anyone else either. I just couldn’t get that ass out of my mind...couldn’t stop imagining her bent over the kitchen counter like the picture she’d sent me.
I glanced around as I adjusted my dick. I was getting hard just thinking about her and I didn’t want anybody on the team giving me shit.
It kept me up at night thinking about how I would spend days licking at that tight, pink pussy if I had the opportunity. And she was fun to talk to. And once, she’d sent me a little video of her brown skin glistening with oil and lit by candlelight...
Fucccckkkkkkk
I had to see her. I needed to see her. It would drive me fucking crazy if I was in the same city again without getting my hands all over her. Hopefully regularly.
I hoped she was just busy and not freaking out. That was the last thing I wanted her to be...uncomfortable with meeting me. I thought I’d given her a pretty good impression that I wasn’t pushy and I cared about what she wanted.
Granted, there were a few things I hadn’t mentioned to her yet. But I had my reasons. I’d tell her the full truth of things when we met...if we met.
“Hey man, we’re going out for drinks before the flight tomorrow. You in?” I looked over at Wes as I dried my hair with a towel, smirking when I saw that his black eye was finally fading. The rookie had knocked him good, and the kid had earned a little more respect from the team for not backing down from Wes “Red” Reeves. His temper was well known and he only let it come out through his stick. But if there was a fight? Bette
r fucking believe he wasn’t usually the one laid out on the ice.
Hockey’s violent in itself and when adrenaline is running high on that ice, the emotions are running right along with it. Shit happens. We’re in our off-season, shooting the shit in California but a bunch of us are flying back home in the morning.
When I’m back in New York, I usually stay at my place but I let a friend stay there since I was going to be in California. I don’t want to put him out because I decided to get back earlier. There’s plenty of room, but he has a wife and a new baby...not really something I want to deal with. So when I told Daya I was “visiting” my sister...I meant that I was going to be staying with her for about two weeks since she has plenty of space. Her parents bought the 4 bedroom townhouse as an investment property years ago, and only two of the rooms (three if you counted my sisters) are occupied. I’d be staying in the 4th.
If I have my way...I’ll be fucking Daya six ways to Sunday the entire two weeks. It’s probably a good time to tell her that I’m not from California...that’s just where I was when we first started talking.
That’s if I hear from her.
It’s probably a good idea that I hang out with my brothers instead of sitting around the hotel room, waiting on a notification from her.
I don’t really want to think about how I’ll feel if she never speaks to me again.
My theory is that once we finally get our hands on each other, it’ll be like getting everything out of our system and I can go back to my normal sex life.
Being obsessed about a woman you’ve never met is definitely not my idea of normal.
“I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to say when her mom came in? I was balls deep and seconds from coming, no mom was going to kill my vibe.” We can barely hear Yael’s words, we’re laughing so hard. Someone had the bright idea to talk about a time we got caught having sex.
“So you just busted a nut with her mom standing in the doorway?” Josh asked, eyebrows raised like he couldn’t believe this was real life. Shit, I barely did. I would’ve probably frozen.