Sin Bin (FU HOCKEY)

by Mandi Beck

  Sin Bin

  Mandi Beck

  Copyright (c) 2017 by Mandi Beck

  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover designed by Letitia Hasser of RBA Designs

  Photography by Lauren Perry of Perrywinkle Photography

  Edited by Jenn Wood of All About the Edits

  Also By Mandi Beck

  The Wrecked Series

  Stoned

  Rhythm

  Sugar

  The Caged Love Series

  Love Hurts

  Love Burns

  Box Set

  Fulton University Hockey Series

  Sin Bin

  Sweater Weather

  Standalones

  Twisted

  Contents

  Quote

  Prologue

  1. Stella

  2. Jason

  3. Jason

  4. Jason

  5. Jason

  6. Stella

  7. Jason

  8. Stella

  9. Jason

  10. Jason

  11. Stella

  12. Jason

  Epilogue

  Note From the Author

  Sweater Weather

  About the Author

  To Ran, you’re always my loudest, rowdiest, most supportive fan. I love you.

  “You miss one hundred percent of the shots you never take.”

  Wayne Gretzky

  Prologue

  Jason

  It took all of a minute for me to know, without a doubt, I was going to have Stella Cruz naked and screaming my name in the near future. I don’t care that she’s a student. No, that’s a lie. I care. I just won’t let it stop me. There was something about her that called to me on a level I wasn’t used to. And that was without her saying a word. I felt the pull as she silently watched me from across the treatment room, those dark eyes following as Levi and I moved around the space. At first, I thought she was watching him, but nah, Stella Cruz isn’t interested in what Levi is offering to every girl on campus. The way her gaze traveled over me, though, when she thought I wasn’t looking, tells me she’s wicked interested in what I might be able to offer her.

  I can guarantee it’s more than any of these pricks at FU can give her. I’ve got ten years on these guys. That’s a whole lot of pussy. I’ve learned a lot along the way, and have done things with—and to—women that would make a frat boy blush.

  The thought of what it might take to make her blush makes me hard. Right now, as she sits there in her sports bra and spandex, legs swinging, her skin is the color of coffee with the perfect amount of cream. I can’t wait to see what color that pretty skin turns when I have her underneath me. Please let her fine ass be legal because if she is, I’m going to show her I can score off the ice as well as on it.

  One

  Stella

  This pitching clinic is turning my arm to Jell-O. I walk into the therapy room in my sports bra and yoga pants and head over to the table, hopping up to wait for the team’s doctor. As I wait, I roll my shoulder, which is tender but nothing major. I’m going into my senior year—gotta make it last just one more season.

  The noise around me increases into excited chatter. This is a common space for the Fulton University athletes. With only one area for all of us, whether we just need to soak in an ice bath, stretch, or require more extensive therapy, this is the place for everyone.

  Being co-ed, the things that go on in this one area of the Athletic Department are legit insanity. I’ve seen breakups and makeups, hookups and fights. All you have to do is wait and you won’t be disappointed. Like right now. Levi Sexton, the captain of the hockey team, is walking through with who I’m guessing is not a student from here, or anywhere else, the way the guys are acting.

  The other girls in the room must have picked up on it because there is way too much hair fluffing and tata readjusting going on right now for him to just be another student. He’s hot, that’s no lie, but I have no time for anything more than a hookup and that isn’t gonna happen. I’m on track to graduate early and ain’t no man alive worth messing with that. I’ve got plans, and they don’t include this guy or anyone else.

  Before I can talk myself out of my vow of celibacy, the department’s doctor comes over.

  “Stella, how’s the arm?” He’s straightforward, literally the worst bedside manner of any doctor on the planet, but he’s good and that’s all that matters. After my shoulder injury sophomore year, I’m careful and do exactly what he tells me.

  “Good, Dr. Grayson. Little sore, but I’m training hard.”

  He just nods, making some notes in the chart, ignoring the noise around him. “Let’s get it rubbed out and iced.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “I’ll see who has time. Sit tight, one of the therapists will be right over.”

  I start to thank him, but he’s already moving on to go get one of the three physical therapists always on. “Nice to see you again, Dr. Grayson,” I mumble.

  I’m just about to pop my earbuds in when Levi and his friend come back out of the weight room. I don’t even have to look, I can tell by the shift in the air. I’m probably the only girl on the softball team that hasn’t hooked up with Levi—hell, maybe on campus. They don’t call him “Sexy” Sexton for nothing. I watch in appreciation as the two men make their way toward me. His friend is wearing a Chicago hockey hat. I recognize it as the same one Levi wears all the time, and his jeans and Henley might as well be a suit in this room.

  It’s kind of nice to see a guy in something other than sweats, not that that’s not hot as hell. This is just a different hot. Adult hot. The way his mouth is set, I can’t tell if he’s pissed or in pain. Levi catches me watching them and winks, and all I can do is shrug. I have no shame. That man just got the eye fucking of his life, and he doesn’t even know it.

  They don’t stop until they’re next to me, and I can feel my pulse start to race. Damn it. I’m not the kind of girl who gets a racing heart over a guy.

  “Hey Cruz. How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you around much.”

  “Sexy,” I greet. After catching me checking out his friend, I do my best to ignore his knowing smirk. “I’ve been taking a few extra classes. Not much time for anything, other than studying and ball.”

  I can feel the warmth of the gaze roaming over my not-nearly-covered-enough body without even seeing him do it. I’m not even sure if I’m brave enough to look at him, not with the way my body is reacting to his nearness. He makes the decision for me when he clears his throat.

  “Oh, my bad. Stella Cruz, this is Jason Dagger. Jason, Stella. She’s the Fire’s starting pitcher. Chick’s a beast,” Levi says, his voice dropping to an exaggerated octave, making me laugh.

  Jason offers his hand. The rational side of my brain is screaming for me not to touch him while everywhere else is urging me to touch all of him. Or let him touch all of me. Slowly, I slip my hand into his and will myself not to close my eyes at the contact. There’s something about this man that has me acting a fool. He oozes confidence in a way that’s just as cocky as Levi, but in a more controlled way. I feel a little zing of excitement rip through me. Damn.

  “Stella.” I detect the hint of Bost
on in his tone. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Jason.”

  When I take the hand he offers, he smiles at me with what looks like expectation but I’m not sure what he’s expecting. My brow raises in question as I wait for him to enlighten me. When he doesn’t, I drop his hand and he looks a little surprised. My guess is he’s not used to women not throwing themselves at him. Not that I can blame them. I kinda want to throw myself at him. But it has nothing to do with who he may or may not be, because I honestly don’t know, and everything to do with how he looks, the way he carries himself and the reaction my body is having to him. Like someone flipped a switch on my girly bits. They’re all lit up for Jason Dagger.

  “Shoulder acting up again?” Levi asks, bringing my attention back to him.

  “Little bit. Nothing a little massage won’t fix. This is my last year on the mound, I’ll survive until graduation.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jason smile—if you can call it that—at something I said. Curious, I look over at him, but that hint of a smirk is already gone and he has that pissed off, in pain, look again. Maybe he is in pain.

  Doing some digging, I ask Levi, “What are you guys doing down here?”

  “We had to come down and talk to Coach Kiehn about some ice time. Figured we’d hit the weights a little too,” Levi says, glancing around the room, probably looking for whatever chick he’s going to let come back to his place with him this time. The guy gets more ass than a subway seat. It’s incredible, really. “You going to the award dinner tonight?”

  “Yep. Your dad will have my ass if I’m not there.” Levi’s dad is my coach and the man doesn’t play when it comes to his team and his rules.

  “Be right back, you guys. I gotta go see a chick about…something.” Levi laughs when I roll my eyes at his lame-ass attempt to hide the fact he’s penciling in a hookup. I don’t even think he heard what I said.

  “Is Charlie still a PT here?” Jason asks the moment Levi walks away, startling me.

  “He is.”

  “Have him rub you down. He’s the best.”

  “Oh, you went to school here?”

  “It’s been awhile but yeah.”

  “So, are you a coach now or what?” I ask, curious. I half-expect him not to answer.

  “Not a hockey fan, huh?” A sexy smirk slides over his full lips.

  “Nope. I mean, I like hockey, try to go to as many FU games as I can.”

  “How about NHL games?” His stance widens like he’s getting comfortable, settling in for a chat.

  “I’ve been to a few. My brother is a Bruins fan.”

  “Your brother has okay taste. How does he feel about Chicago?”

  “About the same as most people who aren’t them do.”

  A quiet laugh fills the space between us. “Can’t even argue with that.”

  I find myself smiling at his amusement. “So, I take it you’re a Chicago fan?” I feel like I’m missing something. Before I can ask any more questions, Charlie, the therapist with the magic hands, comes over.

  “Dagger, that you? How you been, man?”

  The two shake hands and do that man hug thing. “Can’t complain, Charlie.”

  “Sure can’t. I saw that game the other night. I had my money on you boys to win the Cup this season. Bought me a new TV with the money I won.” Charlie beams like a proud uncle, and all the pieces finally fall into place.

  Jason Dagger plays for the NHL, and here I was, worried I would have to shut him down. I’m a college student and he just won the Stanley Cup. Hell would freeze over before we hooked up. Then again, the more he talks, the more I want to listen. There’s something about this man that makes me want to climb him like a tree and wrap my legs around his head. Okay, so maybe I won’t go after him, but if he makes a move, I might be persuaded out of my clothes. It wouldn’t even count against my vow of celibacy because he’s not local, and I’ll never have to see him again.

  Just like that, I’ve talked myself right into a one-night stand, with a man who will probably never ask.

  Two

  Jason

  ‘’You’re a brave man, betting on Chicago around here, man.”

  “I kept it on the down low, don’t worry.” Charlie winks at me, then turns to Stella.

  She’s leaned back, her palms flat on the table behind her, tits high and round, stomach taut. Her legs are so long, they seem to go on forever. The thought of offering to be the one to rub her down swirls around in my mind.

  “Doc Grayson said you need that shoulder worked on. You pushing it? I told you not to push it,” he scolds as he rubs his hands together to warm them.

  “Same ol’ ballbuster, I see.” I chuckle.

  “He’s always yelling at my ass,” Stella says, grimacing as he prods at her shoulder.

  “Well, try listening,” Charlie responds good-naturedly, and I can tell he has a soft spot for her.

  I’m not sure why I’m still standing here, watching him massage her neck and shoulder while her head lolls to the side, a look of pleasure mixed with pain creasing her forehead and softening the features of her face. Now that I know she is, in fact, legal, I don’t feel nearly as bad about checking her out and envisioning her spread out on my bed.

  “What are you doing in town?” Charlie breaks into my less than pure thoughts.

  My eyes meet Stella’s to find her watching me watch her. There’s a look of hunger in her eyes. Fuck me. I cannot be messing around with some twenty-year-old college kid. She keeps looking at me like that though, and it’ll be hard to say no.

  “I’m here to check in on Levi and to give out an award at the dinner tonight,” I answer, gaze still locked with Stella’s.

  “He’s a good kid. Bit of a player but then again, so were you, and look how well you turned out,” Charlie says, laughing. He gently pushes Stella so she’s lying flat on her stomach. Her ass might as well have a bullseye on it, drawing my attention to it immediately. I fuck around with some of the hottest chicks out there. Models, CrossFit addicts, yoga instructors, the list goes on and on, but not a single one of them comes close to Stella’s smokin’ body. When she lets out a moan, I know I have to get the fuck out of there.

  “Charlie, it was good seeing you, man. Stella, I’ll see you tonight.”

  It sounds just like the promise it is.

  Over the rim of my glass, I watch Stella as she laughs at something one of her teammates says. Not a single one of them has drawn my attention away from her.

  And they’ve definitely tried.

  Her hair is straight now instead of in the waves from earlier and she traded in her sports bra and spandex for a sheer red dress. Just like the spandex, it clings to every single one of her long lines, dips, and curves, her toned thighs bared by the short skirt. Watching her and waiting for this thing to wrap up might kill me.

  The only plus about this long-ass banquet is that it’s giving me time to figure out how I’m going to convince Stella we should be fucking. Sooner rather than later. I wasn’t able to think of much else after leaving her—face down ass up—in the treatment room. Not something I’m used to. I don’t think about women. I think about hockey. I fuck women and then they leave. That’s how I like it. But somehow, in a matter of seconds, Stella got under my skin. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t give a shit about who I am, even after she found out I was a pro athlete. I’m not sure when that started to matter, but her not caring or treating me any differently made me want to reward her. With my cock.

  They’re just about to start handing out more awards when I feel someone’s gaze on me. I glance around, and lock eyes with Stella. Her smile is slow and sexy and screaming “fuck me,” and I want nothing more. I tip my head toward the door as discreetly as I can and watch to see if she bites. After watching her all damn night, I’m ready. I’m hoping it won’t take me too long to get her naked because I have no patience for a game of cat and mouse tonight. I want to be balls deep in Fulton University’s star pitcher regardless o
f whether she’s ten years younger than me. Or perhaps because of it. I’m just hoping she’s game. I can’t remember a time I was ever shot down, and I don’t want today to be the first.

  “Excuse me,” I say to the table as I stand to leave. I’ve already done my part tonight so they won’t miss me.

  I glance over again at Stella’s table. She’s still talking to her friends, even as she watches me leave the dining room. Making my way through the room, I keep my interactions brief and am grateful when one of the coaches takes the podium, making talking impossible. Once out the double doors, I lean against the wall in a darkened corner and wait to see if Stella follows. I unwrap a piece of gum and watch the doors, and it only takes about a minute before she’s sliding through them.

  Slowly, she walks my way, her long legs eating up the space between us. As soon as she reaches me, I take her hand and lead her further down the hall, away from prying eyes. Spinning her so she’s against the wall, I lean into her. In her heels, she’s only slightly shorter than I am, and knowing she’s not this little delicate flower is so sexy.

  “You know why I called you out here, right, Stella?” I whisper in her ear, loving the smell of her skin and hair, the heat of her body where it presses against mine like an inferno.

  “I hope so,” is her answer and it’s music to my fucking ears. I’m no stranger to one-night stands. This feels quick, even for me, but I can’t stop it. Don’t want to. Won’t stop unless she says to. With that in mind, and her hand in mine, I start walking and don’t stop until we hit the side door to the arena.