Jack: An Enemies To Lovers Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Hockey Book 2)

by Violette Paradis

  His lips press against my neck. “Let me worship you.”

  I smile as I press my cheek against his. “Worship me? What am I the goddess of?”

  He pulls back and smirks. “You’re my goddess of judgment.”

  I laugh and playfully push him. “See? You’re cruel.”

  He responds by pulling me in closer. “Let’s see how cruel I can be.”

  His hand slips down my waist and moves down my leg. He leans in and kisses me again.

  Highly aware that we’re still outside, I find my key and turn around to unlock the front door. Jack’s hands are still all over me, unable to go a second without touching me. One arm is around my waist as the other touches the top of my thigh. He kisses my neck from behind.

  As I stick the key into the lock, I look up at my dark reflection in the window. I look full of joy and lust as I tilt my head to one side, allowing Jack to kiss me deeper. And most importantly, I look relaxed and happy.

  There’s just something about him that stirs the divine feminine inside me. His animalistic masculine energy complements the sensual spirit that lives inside me—the sensual spirit that he’s awakening with every word, every touch. The way he pines and yearns for me makes me want to open up to him both physically and spiritually.

  I push the door open and we spill inside. The large studio is dark and empty. I manage to lock the door behind us as Jack is still touching me, kissing me.

  “Come on.”

  Grabbing his hand, I pull him across the yoga studio and through the door in the back that leads to my apartment. I close the door behind us. We’re in the kitchen. Moonlight is spilling in through the window.

  “Let’s go upstairs.”

  I try to guide him to the stairs but he’s busy pulling at my shirt, touching my waist. He moans a deep visceral groan as he nibbles at my neck. I can feel the vibrations of his voice reverberate through my body.

  “Come on,” I whisper again into his ear as I tug at his shirt.

  Without warning, he lifts me.

  “Jack!”

  He throws me over his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs. He’s so strong that he barely breaks a sweat.

  “Jack, what the—” I hold onto him for dear life even though I feel completely secure in his arms.

  In the real world, I would never admit to wanting to be thrown over a man’s shoulder and carried to the bedroom, but this isn’t the real world. Something is different when Jack and I are together. We’re in our own world where all that exists is this intense carnal energy between us.

  As he climbs the stairs, he pulls my skirt off completely, exposing my ass to the cool air. He rubs his stubbled cheek against my bare thigh. I bite my lip as I hold onto his back.

  When we’re in my room, he places me on my bed. As he stands in front of me, I can see the strain against his pants.

  “We’ll have to do something about this tiny bed,” he says.

  I laugh. “That implies that you’ll be coming here more often.”

  He smirks devilishly as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside. As I lean back on my elbows, I watch him strip off the rest of his clothes. I get a perfect view of his defined abs and stiffening erection in the moonlight before he lowers onto the bed and starts crawling up my body. Pushing my legs apart, he lowers his head and starts kissing my knee, working his way up my thigh. His stubble gently scratches my skin.

  Leaning back, I watch him move his way up my leg. There’s something insanely sexy about how he knows exactly what he wants to do to me, and he doesn’t hesitate to take control to do it. He kisses every inch of me as if he’s worshipping me.

  I close my eyes as he reaches the sensitive area between my legs. He exhales hot breath onto the fabric of my underwear before moving his way up to my stomach.

  I arch my body into his lips as he pushes my tank top off and throws it aside. Reaching around my back, he unhooks my bra with one expert move before flinging it across the room. This spooks my cat, Lilith, who scampers across the room and down the hall.

  With my nipples exposed to the cool air, I shiver as goosebumps chill my body.

  Jack cups my breasts and kisses them gently. His hair brushes gently against my sensitive skin as his tongue connects with my pointed nipple. My hand finds his hair as I curl my toes and push myself against him.

  After doing magical things to me, he lifts his head. I open my eyes and look down at him. There’s a lustful look on his face as he bites his lip. I can feel that he’s hard as a rock as he presses against my leg.

  He moves his finger down my belly until he reaches the string of my underwear. Looking up at me with devious eyes, he pulls the last piece of clothing off. He then grabs me and effortlessly rolls us both over so that he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m sitting on top of him, straddling him.

  My face is an inch away from his as we breathe heavily together.

  “Hello,” I say with a smile.

  “Hi there.” His voice is deep and dangerous.

  The air between us is hot and tingling with energy.

  “You move a lot,” I say bluntly.

  He laughs and I feel his body shake against mine. “That’s what makes it fun. Is that okay?”

  I nod. “I’ve never done it like that before.”

  He smirks. “Then I’ve got a lot to show you.”

  He pushes my long hair behind my shoulders and starts kissing my neck.

  Closing my eyes, I moan. As I sit on top of him, I can feel him pressing hard against the back of my thigh. His hands move lower and lower down my back until they’re no longer on my back.

  His lips find mine and we kiss each other hot and slow. Mouth to mouth meditation.

  “Why does this feel so good?” I whisper. My eyes are closed and I can feel his eyelashes against mine.

  “Because we’re good at it,” he whispers back.

  Lifting me, he guides himself against the area between my legs. A deep moan of satisfaction vibrates in his chest as his dick gently slips against me. I’ve been throbbing so hard, aching for his touch, that it doesn’t take much to make me drop my head back in ecstasy.

  Angling myself, I open up like a Pandora’s Box of sensuality. With a gentle push, he slides inside and fills me with aching relief. We moan against each other in pleasure.

  “You feel so good,” he says.

  He holds me tighter against him so that my breasts press against his chest. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, burying my nose in his hair. He rocks his body against mine like the waves in the ocean.

  “Jack,” I whisper as I press my lips against his ear. I can smell his intoxicating cedar scent and the smell of sex.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispers back.

  The rest of the world falls away as we melt into each other, feeling each other’s movements and emotions. I feel secure in his arms as we angle ourselves to push deeper.

  Dropping my head back, I arch my back. Jack kisses my breasts, massaging them gently with one hand as he holds me securely with the other.

  “You’re perfect,” he says, dragging his nose up the area between my breasts.

  “Even when I’m judgy?”

  He smirks. “Especially when you’re judgy.”

  He kisses me on the lips again and this time our kisses are fast and impatient.

  Unable to resist any longer, Jack finds my hips and guide the pace. I ride him harder, deeper, faster. It feels like stars colliding as I press into him as deep as I can. Pleasure shoots through my body as I curl my toes.

  “Jack—” My voice echoes off the walls.

  His large thighs stiffen under mine. His hands hold my hips tightly in place as he thrusts deeply one last time. We both feel the world shatter together as he grunts in pleasure and pulses beneath me.

  Out of breath, I hear his low moan of relief hot in my ear as he pulls me against him, holding me gently against his body as he leans back on pillows propped up against the wall. His lips gently kiss my forehe
ad as I try to find my breath.

  Our chests rise and fall against each other. We’re both hot and sweaty.

  “That was fun,” I say once I finally catch my breath.

  I feel him smile against me. “I told you we were good at it.”

  Spending a few minutes in his arms, I finally peel myself off him and sit up. Still straddling him, I look down into his lustful eyes.

  “What?” He asks as he reaches up and pushes my long damp hair off my shoulders.

  “Nothing. I’m just staring at you.”

  He smiles as he leans back against the wall, getting comfortable as he tucks his hands behind his head. The pose gives me a beautiful view of his toned body. The moonlight highlights him just perfectly. Sitting on top of him like this, I feel like a goddess sitting on the most powerful throne in the world. Reaching down, I trace my fingers down his chest and over the ripples of his abs.

  “Why did you decide to become a hockey player?” I ask.

  He gently traces his fingers over the top of my sensitive thigh.

  “Well, I’m Canadian. It’s in my blood. And the simple answer is that I just love hockey. It’s that simple. It’s all I wanted to watch and play when I was growing up. I learned how to skate before I knew how to walk.”

  “What do you like about it?”

  He thinks for a moment. “The competitiveness. The freedom of being on the ice. The beauty of the game and how a team can make a beautiful play.”

  “Hockey is beautiful?” I chuckle.

  “You’ve watched hockey, right?”

  I bite my lip. “Would you believe me if I said no?”

  “What?” I feel him flex beneath me as he sits up and looks at me in shock. “You’ve never watched hockey before?”

  Shaking my head, I give him a sorry shrug.

  “Oh my god!” He rests back against the pillows and rubs his face in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’ve never watched a hockey game before.”

  “I’ve never owned a TV.”

  “Never?”

  I shake my head. “My parents were hippies and this is where I live.” I gesture at my small room. “Even my phone barely has data.”

  “Wow. Just wow.” He shakes his head. “Everything about you is starting to make sense.”

  I laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “All the weird witchy stuff.”

  “That stuff’s not weird!”

  His abs flex as he laughs. “Sorry to break this to you, but it’s very weird. And a little bit creepy.”

  “You enjoyed your reading though, right?”

  “I like that you think I’m a knight.” He smiles, looking so damn cute.

  I squeeze him between my legs. “A knight on a black horse.”

  He looks at me with a dreamy gaze. “You don’t have to wake up early tomorrow again, do you?”

  I chuckle and shake my head. “My first class isn’t until eleven. Why?”

  “Because I can tell by the look in your eyes that you want to do it again.”

  I smirk. “Are you sure that’s me, and not you?”

  “Oh, I definitely want to do it again.” There’s a cocky smile on his face. “But I want you to say it too, judgy.”

  Feigning outrage, I playfully push at his rock-hard chest. He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. He looks up at me with a heavy gaze.

  “You know, you’re kind of hard to resist,” I say.

  “Is that all you have to say?”

  I give him a flirty shrug followed by a flirty smile. “Maybe.”

  Letting go of my hand, he grabs me and flips me onto the bed so that I’m on my back.

  As he lowers himself onto me, I feel the intensity of his heat and the pressure of his weight against my body. Reaching up, I put my hands around his neck and pull him down so that his lips almost meet mine. I look up into his eyes.

  “Show me what a dark horse can do,” I say in a hushed voice.

  A slow smile creeps across his face.

  “Yes, goddess.” He lowers his head and kisses me.

  JACK

  Feeling good, I wake up next to Jemma. The bed is still too tiny for the two of us but we manage to make it work by sleeping in very intimate positions. Not that I’m complaining. I enjoy the scent of her cinnamon-scented skin and the feel of her soft hair as she sleeps peacefully in my arms. She’s soft to the touch as I trace my lips over her shoulder. Meanwhile, the morning sunlight shines on her golden skin and long dark lashes, the tips of which are golden in the light.

  I could get used to this. Not in such a small bed, obviously. But I could get used to the company, the late nights, the flirty conversation.

  It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman. Really been with a woman, more than just physically.

  I trace my fingers gently down her arm. She stirs, scratches her arm, and rolls away.

  Giving her some space, I climb out of bed and stretch. Gathering my clothes, I pull them on before heading downstairs to the kitchen. I look around for something that resembles coffee or a coffee machine but all I see are jars of beans, leaves, and herbs.

  The place looks completely different in the morning light. Sunshine is pouring in through the kitchen window, lighting the small table and wooden counter. It’s obvious from the large aluminum vent over the stove that this used to be a small industrial kitchen for a restaurant. It has been re-purposed into a small residential space. Meanwhile, the former dining area has been turned into the yoga studio. Clever.

  As I look around, I get a peek into Jemma’s life. There’s a small table by the door that looks like an altar. Of course, I know she’s a witch, so the moon phase calendar and collection of colorful rocks don’t surprise me. Neither does the single tarot card (‘Strength’) that’s propped up by a jar of dried flowers. But the personal pictures do surprise me.

  I lean in, looking at a framed photo of her with an older woman who I can only assume is her mother. The woman has the same long flowing dark blond sun-kissed hair, tanned skin, and bright cheeks. It looks as if they both spend all their time outside. I see another photo of Jemma hugging a tall lanky man with a man bun and tired eyes. His arms are intimately wrapped around her waist.

  A boyfriend?

  A soft meow distracts me. Turning around, I’m startled by a large set of green eyes. A velvet-looking black and silver cat with bat-like ears is sitting on the kitchen table staring at me. Its whiskers move as it sniffs the air around me.

  “Hey, little guy.” I let the cat smell my hand before petting its velvety-soft head.

  “Little lady,” Jemma says.

  I turn and see her standing at the entrance to the stairway. She’s wearing a long feminine robe—light pink printed with minty green monstera leaves. Her long wavy dirty blond hair is draped all around her. She looks rosy and rested, like a beautiful goddess who just woke up after a nap by the ocean.

  “Her name’s Lilith,” she says, walking over to the opposite side of the table.

  “Like the music festival?”

  “Like the demon.”

  “Oh.” I furrow my brow and laugh. “I knew you had a bit of evil in you.”

  She smirks as she leans on her elbows and joins me in petting the cat. “Lilith was said to be created from the same clay as Adam. Not from his rib but from the same life-shaping substance he was made from. The masculine and the feminine, equal but different. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

  Her dark eyes look up into mine. I stare at her a moment and appreciate her beauty as she shines radiantly in the sun. Lilith interrupts by sniffing at Jemma’s nose. Jemma squeezes her eyes shut as Lilith’s whiskers poke at her face.

  I watch in amusement, enjoying seeing Jemma smile—a rare moment indeed. When she opens her eyes, she catches me watching.

  “You’re beautiful when you smile,” I say.

  She quickly bites her smile back and pushes herself upright, tightening her robe around her chest.

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p; “So…” She looks around the room, at everything but me.

  “Did you convert this place?” I ask, gesturing to the kitchen.

  “Yeah. It used to be El Taco Picante but they got too popular and upgraded to a bigger place down the street. The landlord didn’t want to rent to another restaurant—something about the insurance going up when large appliances are involved—so he agreed to convert half of it into a living space. He installed a small bathroom with a shower and I converted the upstairs office into my bedroom.”

  “It doesn’t bug you living where you work?” I ask. Lilith is back on my side of the table, pushing her head into my hands.

  “It’s a bit small,” she says, looking around. “But at least I’m never late for work. Unless someone distracts me.” She looks up at me.

  I smile. “I’ll admit guilt to that.”

  She smiles and looks down. “My dream is to have enough money to buy this place outright and add a few more services.”

  “Like?”

  She looks up around the kitchen. “I’d convert this room into a steam room, and the upstairs room into a place for massages or acupuncture.”

  “That’s your dream? To skip the voodoo dolls and go straight to sticking needles in real people?”

  She laughs. “Acupuncture reduces stress and pain, and it can even help with fertility.” She pauses. “I hope you realize that all the things I like are about helping people, not cursing them like you’ve been led to believe.”

  “I’m learning. Slowly.” I smirk.

  There’s electricity in the air between us.

  She notices it too because her cheeks burn with color.

  She looks away and clears her throat.

  “I was trying to make coffee,” I say, “but all I found was that.” I point to a jar of dark shriveled leaves on the kitchen counter. “That’s not anything illegal, is it?”

  She laughs. “It’s chai tea. The kettle is on the stove.”

  I find the teal-colored kettle and fill it with water, placing it on the small burner. As I watch it start to heat, I rub my lower back.

  “I might need another yoga lesson from you,” I say.

  “Does it hurt again?”