Kit: A Hockey Novella (Players Book 4)

by Stella Marie Alden

  “Hell no. This isn’t going to happen. Not now. Not ever.” I unclamp her hands from around my neck, unlock her ankles, and step back. Then I lean over, pick up my t-shirt and hand it to her.

  The hurt in her eyes makes me feel like a shit-head but hey, so be it. I don’t fuck unless I’m fully in control.

  She runs into the bathroom, slams the door, and blows her nose.

  Better that, than me ramming my large cock into the back of her womb, splitting her into pieces. I’d bite down too hard, thrust too hard, fuck too long. With her, I’d go out of my mind and that is one hundred percent unacceptable.

  Tossing some couch cushions on the floor, I pull out the folding bed, and open some closets to find some sheets. Not finding any, I call the front desk. Within minutes, they ring the door and I make her bed. When she comes out in my t-shirt, I turn away and wait for her small sobbing to stop. Once she’s breathing deeply, I jump out of bed, take a piss, and hop back under the covers.

  Sleep is elusive, though.

  What the fuck am I going to do now?

  Chapter 8

  Sonia

  Kit hears nothing, his breathing regular and deep. However, I’m wide awake thanks to a dump truck slamming its metal container onto the pavement. Even on the tenth floor, it rattles the hotel windows.

  Little red numbers on the alarm clock read three in the morning, taunting me as I try to close my eyes and go back to sleep.

  How did things go so wrong, so fast?

  I called the FBI and they promised me permanent residence after the handoff. I was all set. I’d win gold for the US of A. After that, skate professionally, find a good man, and live happily ever after.

  Everything was going perfectly until they decided to send in Mr. Bigshot-Hockey-Star. This is all their fault. I needed a dragon-slayer and they sent me a guy who hits little circles of plastic with a stick for a living.

  And where were they last night? I expected to be whisked away in a limo and set up at the Waldorf Astoria, not driven away by a madman in a stolen, yellow Porsche. I’m not buying his story that cell phones can be copied, not to that extent but you can be sure I’ll Google it.

  I stand and pace, no longer able to stay under the covers. I need to get my USB drive back and yet have no idea where he stashed it. After that, I know people who’ll be more than willing to help me sell the data to the highest bidder.

  With some money and my father either in jail or out of the country, I can start over.

  Not sure about my costs, I go into the bathroom and start a mental list. Skates, costume, rink time, trainer, agent, and…

  Maybe, I need to write this down.

  I sneak back into the room, open the drawer and find the pen and paper next to a Bible. Why do Americans need this in every hotel room? Do they pray for better service or ask God for mercy from bed bugs?

  Someday, I’ll ask.

  Tired, I place thick towels into the tub and lie down, my pen overhead but all I can do is think of Kit’s rejection.

  Now, I must act as if last night’s kiss never happened and ignore what goes on between my legs. This makes twice he’s rejected me. He obviously prefers women with cantaloupes and big behinds. I’ve seen pictures all over the internet that prove it.

  Dammit, I’m a professional. When I fall, I brush myself off and continue. So what if my small breasts don’t entice the likes of Kit Tufek. My body is like my mother’s and everyone says she was beautiful. Screw you, stud muffin.

  Giving up on the list, I crack open the bathroom door. In the dim light, he snores, sheets moving with each breath. With his face relaxed, he’s even more handsome. It’s pathetic how I try to find flaws. Maybe his nose is just a little crooked and there’s a small scar over his right eyebrow. I bet his front teeth are fake.

  Who am I kidding? His hair is thick, his lashes long, and his beautiful cheeks covered in a short, sexy, growth. And when his thick lips purse, I recall how soft and wonderful…

  Shit. These kinds of thoughts make my breasts ache and my clit swell. Unless I want to spend the next thirty minutes relieving myself, I need to get the hell out of this room.

  Quietly, I slide into his white dress shirt, add his tux coat, and wrap his belt around me twice. With heels, the look’s not so bad for five in the morning. I’m covered up enough to find a cup of coffee and maybe some breakfast.

  Unfortunately, the hotel kitchen is closed but the night manager at the desk is kind enough to suggest a diner across the street. In that no one’s about, it seems like a pretty good idea. Yesterday, I was so nervous, I ate nothing at all.

  The diner has the New York Times so I buy one. It’s either that or watch a sit-com from the sixties on a small monitor over the bar where a waitress sits, grey as the black and white TV. How convenient to find Kit’s wallet in his inner pocket. He shouldn’t mind if I borrow a few bucks. He’s famous, probably very rich.

  It’s feels good to order eggs, sausage, and toast knowing Leonid would blow a gasket. Even an extra pound can make a huge difference when attempting triple-jumps.

  Today, I don’t care. I’m going to eat what I want and focus on the crossword.

  Hmm… One Down. They were here first.

  I n d i a n.

  That fits. One across. See one down.

  I n d i g i n o us.

  As I work out the riddles, I order another cup of coffee and a donut. I’m close to done when someone, cursing in French, enters the restaurant.

  “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Shirtless, Kit Tufek stomps through the small isle between the tables while every woman age two to ninety ogles him.

  “Let’s go.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me to standing.

  “You’re making a scene.” I was so engrossed in the puzzle, I didn’t notice the sun come up or that the place has filled with customers.

  My waitress looks like she might call the police as does a nice woman with a couple of sticky-faced kids.

  For a moment, I think he sees how others might be perceiving him. When he smiles, it’s not the friendly kind, and he says so loud that the whole damn diner can hear, “Sorry folks. We were…”

  He glances at the kids… “Uh… having a sleep-over last night.”

  Opening my coat, he pulls out leather from an inner pocket and holds it high. “This lady stole my wallet. Come along. Nice people aren’t supposed to see people like you during the day. After I pay for your services, you can go back to work. Breakfast is on me.”

  People are staring with their mouths wide. Dressed in his fancy clothes, I look exactly like what he implied, a working girl. My face goes bright red and I put a sleeve over my face when a young man snaps a photo.

  Holding my hand tightly, Kit fumes silently as we cross the street and walk through the lobby. What I was wearing was fine in the wee hours before dawn. Now, surrounded by business people, not so much. I’d crawl deep into a hole if one was available.

  Once back in my room, he pushes me to sit down on the pull-out bed. It doesn’t hurt. However, it does sting my already bruised ego.

  “I can’t believe you said that about me.” I kick his shins.

  “Well, princess, we’re even. I can’t believe you left the hotel without telling me.”

  “I was just across the street.”

  “And you didn’t think to even leave a note? Are you that selfish? T’es ben agrès?”

  “I’m not stupid.” A huge knot forms in my throat. He’s right, I should’ve told him where I was but I’m not going to apologize, not unless he does first.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, his long shirtsleeves swing, making me look like Dopey in the movie, Snow White. It’s not a great look.

  He, however, looks awesome as he looms over me half naked, his arm muscles bulging as he clenches and unclenches his fist. “You know what you are? My worst nightmare.”

  “Oh, and maybe you are sweet dreams?” I have to push at his thighs in order to stand and then my neck hurts from glaring up into his
angry, red face.

  Removing the disadvantage, I jump onto the bed and get to higher ground. Now he knows what it’s like to have someone stare down at him, all high and mighty.

  Unfortunately, this puts his nose to my navel, and with him wearing no shirt and smelling so good, my heart races. If I was wearing any panties, which I’m not, they’d be soaked. In truth, I don’t want to fight with this hockey player, I’d much rather kiss him. He saved my life, gave me a place to stay the night, and has been my reluctant hero.

  I reach out my hand to soothe where his jaw is angry, teeth grinding. “I’m truly sorry, uh… Mr…”

  My mind goes completely blank. That’s what I’m talking about. The man makes me crazy.

  “Tufek. Kit Tufek.” When he smiles, the air in the room fills with sexual current, a thunderstorm of sorts.

  His hand covers mine still resting on his cheek and I gasp. What is it about him that makes me want to take my clothes off? In my whole life, no one has ever made me feel this way.

  He kisses my navel. lifts me up by the waist, and sets me down in front of him. Gently, he leans over, our lips touch, and wham! Like last night, the temperature in the room rises ten degrees.

  His spikey hair slips between my fingers, as I hold onto the back of his head. Will he find me lacking? Push me away? I want him to make love to me, to make all the bad things in my life disappear.

  “I need to know one thing before we start.” I let go where my nails were digging into his scalp.

  He moans, the front of his pants bulging plenty. “Ask away. Just make it fast.”

  “What happened last night?” Bolder than I’ve ever been in my life, I put my hand on top of his fly, surprised how he grows at my touch.

  “Fuck. This. You.” He unbuttons, unzips his fly, and his thick cock jumps out.

  Confused, I wrap my fingers around him, loving the silkiness. “What’s wrong with this?”

  “You make me out of control. I don’t want to fuck you like dat. You deserve better.” At his confession, his brows crunch together, like he’s in some kind of pain.

  “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  He says something in French, his lips crash onto mine, and his tongue plunges deep into my mouth. I open wide, my palms enjoying the feel of his unshaved cheeks, his neck, and his shoulders. When I take a bite of his lower lip, he yelps, and smiles slowly, hand to his mouth. He licks away the blood more like a wolf than a man

  He growls, the tux jacket falls onto the floor, and he drags the dress shirt over my head. Naked and super aware of my small size, I stand before him, wondering if this is where he stops.

  “Ah fuck.” He pushes me onto the bed while straddling me, holding my hands over my head.

  “You are so damn beautiful.” His mouth closes over a breast and he suckles so hard, my core twinges, and liquid pools between my legs.

  Then he pinches that nipple while licking across my chest to suck on the other. When he bites, I jump.

  “Too rough?” He stops, eyebrows raised.

  “God no. Don’t stop. Please.” Never have I been so devoured, wanted and worshipped.

  A huge smile crosses his face as he kicks off his shoes and drags off his pants.

  I’m no virgin, but still, that monster is enough to make any woman take pause. My God. How will it fit?

  He reaches his hands between my legs, feels how wet I am and now it’s his turn for his mouth to drop open. Sliding off the bed, he pulls me by the ankles to the edge and drops to his knees.

  “Damn.” One finger brushes over my swollen clit. “You’re all ready to explode and we haven’t even begun.”

  He’s so right, and just by saying so, I hang on the precipice of what will no doubt be one seriously, incredible orgasm.

  He takes his tongue, and teases around my opening and it widens for him. “Come for me, princess.”

  One finger slips inside me, he curls a knuckle and twists.

  His eyes grow dark with want as he sticks a second finger inside me. With his thumb pressing onto my nub, I arch, find my release, and scream. My God, stars swim in my brain as he stands, locks my ankles behind his back, and thrusts until my orgasm reaches new heights. I clench my thighs round him, he stretches me beyond anything I’ve ever known, and his face is so intense, it’s scary as he pulls out and drives into me again.

  Suddenly he stops. “You sure you’re okay?”

  “Go.” I lift up until I feel his balls near my ass, he grabs my behind and fills me beyond my wildest dreams.

  My clit’s on fire, my body’s shaking all over, and I’m in the throes of an everlasting mind-numbing orgasm of epic proportions.

  Chapter 9

  Kit

  She’s wild, wanton, and with more stamina than any woman I’ve ever bedded. I’m half-crazed as I see how long I can keep her high. When my balls scrunch tight, ready to let go, she comes screaming while pulsing around my cock. Then I thrust deep, fast, repeatedly. Shit, oh shit. I’m fucking out of this fucking world. My juices spurt, she milks me, and she shouts out my name with no regard for anyone who might be sleeping in the whole damn hotel.

  Like that, we finish. A perfect ten.

  After, when her body stops twitching, I roll onto my back, pulling her onto my chest.

  She kisses my cheek, and regards me through half-closed lids, her lips swollen, her dark hair mussed and knotted. She’s an almond-eyed sex-witch, that’s what she is.

  When it dawns on me that we didn’t use protection, I pull out fast, heart racing, I’ve never been this into a woman and it scares the hell out of me.

  “I’m clean. On the pill. No worries.” How did she just do that? Read my mind?

  “Me too. Tested recently.” Her relieved smile is an invitation to go for a second gold medal.

  At some point, in between fucking like bunnies and resting, I manage to call CJ my best friend. Okay. I’ll admit it, my only friend.

  I have to speak loudly to be heard over the baby in the background. “It’s me, Kit. I need a favor.”

  “Sure. Just a sec.” He calls for his wife, Mel, there’s a warm exchange, and all goes quiet. “Okay, I’m back. Sorry, Gabi is teething.”

  A twinge of jealously shoots through me. Who wouldn’t want what he has, eh? A beautiful, loving, wife and a baby?

  What the hell’s wrong with me?

  I got no time to figure it out, not right now. “CJ, mon ami, can I have your brother’s number?”

  “Sure. Everything okay? Why you need a lawyer?”

  Before, I might’ve shared what’s going on because he’s the kind of guy that always has your back. Right now, I don’t want him messed up in my shit. Not when he’s got a little baby daughter.

  “Nothing, really. Just an immigration thing.”

  I feel bad about lying until he laughs and says, “Knowing you, I thought it might be a paternity suit.”

  “Fuck. Can you imagine?” For a moment, I picture Sonia pregnant with my baby, and just as quickly, let it go. “Listen, I got some shit to take care of but we’ll get together soon, eh? Before our seasons start?”

  “Sure. Just a warning, though. If I find out you made a pass at my wife, I’ll deck you.”

  “Just treat her right and I won’t have to. See you, mon ami.”

  Before hanging up, CJ purposefully butchers his French making au revoir rhyme with Paul Revere. I’m still chuckling as I sit on the hotel bed and punch in his brother’s number. While Sonia snores softly, I explain everything to my new lawyer, starting with yesterday’s knock on my door.

  After Andy asks a lot of questions, he says, “I’ll make a few calls and get back to you. Did you get a badge number of the FBI agents?”

  Where I grew up, asking a question like that could get you beaten to an inch of your life. Besides, I don’t think it would’ve done any good.

  “I’m pretty sure they weren’t real.” Beside me, Sonia’s eyes pop open, and I touch her cheek and play
with a lock of her silky hair.

  Andy sighs. “Did they give you names?”

  “The woman was Poppy, short for Poopoodoo-pulis or something like that. The man called himself Tory.”

  “I got this. You stay put until you hear from me. Okay?”

  “I really appreciate this.”

  “Hope you still think so when you see my bill.”

  After I hang up, Sonia yawns, stretches, and gives me this cat-like grin. When she kicks off the sheets, her pert breasts show along with tight abs, and those thighs that hold onto a man until he shoots his load.

  Before I can decide which part of her body to worship first, she laughs. “Hold that thought, I need a shower.”

  My mind goes just one place. Obviously, someone should scrub her back. So, I give her a moment of privacy before knocking lightly.

  I love the way she says ‘come in’ in Russian. It can be taken two ways and I know which meaning I need. When I step behind the curtain, despite its workout, my cock jumps to full throttle. She’s so damn beautiful.

  With the water splashing down her body, I fucking have to touch her. With her eyes closed, arms up, I step close and let her feel my hard need.

  A smile breaks out when I kiss her lips, tasting shampoo. Then I cup both her soapy breasts, she arches, and wet hair topples off the top of her head.

  She’s too short for me, standing like this, so I turn her and place her hands of the wall with her back to me. With my cock pressed against her ass, I grab the soap, and wash every inch of her body. My hands lather suds up and down the front of her body, pausing to pinch her nipples until they’re hard and wanting.

  When she lifts her muscled ass toward me, I grab her hip with one hand and reach between her short curls with the other.

  Oh fuck, she’s already swollen and slick as I circle my finger around her hardening want.

  “Oh, oh.” She shivers, on the edge.

  “Wait for me.” I need to be inside her when she comes so I place my cock at her entrance with my finger pressing on her need.