Never Say Never: An Enemies-to-Lovers Secret Identity New Adult Sports Romance (Western Wildcats Hockey Book 4)

A tortured groan escapes from me as I surface from a deep sleep. My head throbs a painful beat until it’s questionable if there’s a drumline inside my brain. I crack open one eye, thankful it’s dark inside the suite.

We’ll just consider that a small blessing.

Holy crap…

What the hell happened last night?

I search my mind, disturbed that I don’t remember returning to my room after the wedding.

What I do recall is downing a bunch of shots.

Damn. I knew that was a mistake.

I never overindulge in alcohol. One glass of wine or whatever the hip new drink in LA is.

That’s it.

But we’d all been having such a good time and had ended up celebrating late into the night.

Or maybe it would be more accurate to say the wee hours of the morning.

One shift against the high thread count sheets and I realize that I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing. Before I can investigate that further, a slight snore cuts through the silence of the bedroom.

With a turn of my head, I find Colby sacked out next to me.

The pounding in my skull isn’t enough to dampen the arousal that pools in my core.

A few fuzzy memories flicker in my brain of stumbling through the hotel door last night.

There’d been laughter.

And long, deep kisses that left my head spinning.

Along with Colby’s hands all over my body.

Working me over.

Not to mention his mouth.

Damn but he knows exactly what to do with it.

My gaze roves over his naked chest.

He really does have a nice one.

It’s a shame I don’t remember more of the details so I can lock them away for later and take them out when I’m lonely. I’m sure that whatever happened was just as hot as the first night.

What are the chances that I’ll be able to talk him into another sweaty bout of sex before heading down to meet everyone for breakfast?

My guess is high.

Although it’s doubtful we’ll see Fallyn and Wolf. If I were them, I’d be enjoying my newly minted married status.

In bed.

Afterward, we’ll have to pack up and catch a ride to the airport for our flight that leaves later this afternoon.

I raise my arms above my head to stretch.

The first thing I need are painkillers and a cup of⁠—

Every muscle locks up and my movements freeze as I stare at the giant rock on my finger.

I blink and squint.

There’s no damn way I’m seeing this.

Except, there’s not just a giant diamond adorning my ring finger, but an actual silver band wrapped around it.

My heart skips an uncomfortable beat before pumping into overdrive as I drag my hand closer to my face. More snippets from last night roll through my brain, but there’s a hazy quality to them.

Dreamlike.

Except…

Oh fuck.

Colby’s left arm is thrown haphazardly over his eyes. Even though it’s painful, I scoot up and attempt to catch a glimpse of his hand. The silky sheet pools around my waist as I lean across his hard body. That’s when I see it—a matching silver band around his ring finger.

Everything inside me plummets as another groan breaks free.

How could I have allowed something like this to happen?

Exactly how drunk was I?

Stupid question.

“Mmmm, now that’s an awfully nice sight to wake up to.”

The low timbre of his voice vibrates through every cell in my body before settling deep in my core as he palms my breasts. He rolls onto his side and sucks one nipple between his lips. A hiss of air escapes from me and every panicked thought swirling through my brain leaks out of my ears as pleasure flares to life.

No doubt about it—the man has magic lips and hands.

Not to mention a pretty amazing cock.

No, don’t think about that.

It’s how you got into this mess in the first place.

It takes a herculean effort to rip myself away from him.

As soon as I put a little distance between us, his brows pinch together. “What’d you do that for?”

It’s rarely that I’ve seen Colby frown. But that’s exactly what he’s doing now. It’s tempting to lean down and kiss away⁠—

Argh.

I was right about this guy being dangerous.

He’s a hazard to the female species.

And stupid me fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

I hold up my shaking hand now adorned with rings. “Because of this!”

He stares at them for a silent moment before meeting my eyes. “Who’d you marry?”

“You!” I shriek. “I married you!”

Does he seriously not remember?

Guess that makes two of us.

I lean over his body before wrapping my fingers around his hand and yanking it in front of his face.

My heart hitches as he stares at it. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

A curious quality fills his voice as if this is happening to someone else and he’s merely an observer.

Air rushes from my lungs as I flop against the pillows and blow a few tendrils of hair out of my eyes. “If you haven’t already realized it, those shots were a mistake.”

His hand slides over mine before he entwines our fingers and lifts them closer to his face to inspect the rings. “At least I bought you a nice matching set. Definitely not cheap.”

I twist my head to stare at him.

No matter what kind of reaction I was expecting, this wasn’t it.

“That’s all you have to say?”

He shrugs, looking unperturbed by our current predicament. “Would you rather I was upset?”

I blink, not understanding this man at all. “Yeah, kind of.”

“What good will that do?”

I open my mouth to fire back with a scathing response, but not a sound escapes. Everything inside me deflates as I shake my head, my brain spinning out of control. Or maybe it’s short circuiting. It’s difficult to tell in my hungover condition.

“I don’t know.”

He shifts onto his side before smacking a kiss against my lips. His hand rises to toy with my breast again. “I certainly hope we consummated the marriage.”

I release a shaky breath, fairly confident that we did.

When I fail to respond, he growls, “I’ve always wondered what married pussy would feel like.”

He rolls on top of me and with one swift motion, his cock slides deep inside my body, filling me to the brim. There’s something so delicious about the stretch.

I couldn’t hold back the moan that escapes from me if I tried.

This man is so insistent about teasing out every bit of pleasure so that nothing gets left behind.

“Damn, Britt,” he growls. His voice is all deep and gravelly. “There’s nothing on the face of this earth that compares to being inside you. You’re so wet, hot, and tight. And the way your pussy clenches around my cock…it’s like we were made for each other. The perfect fucking fit.”

When a groan reverberates throughout his chest, I feel it deep in my bones.

“It’s so good,” I say with a gasp when he shifts his hips before grinding them with more force.

Even though he just slid inside me, I’m already primed and ready to go. One nudge will send me crashing over the edge. Unlike the other guys I’ve been with, there’s no chasing an elusive orgasm, hoping I can find it.

Nope.

It’s already there, threatening to crash over me.

“Condom,” he says between gritted teeth.

Oh, god. He’s right.

Before I can gather my thoughts, he pulls out and rolls toward the nightstand before grabbing a rubber and sheathing himself with it. And then he’s back, sinking inside me.

Our eyes stay fastened as he grinds against my pelvis. No more than two dozen strokes later and I come. Stars explode behind my eyes in a sunburst of bright color. My release sets off a chain reaction and he follows me over the edge as if we’re perfectly in sync.

After his muscles loosen, he braces himself on his elbows and rests his forehead against mine before staring deep into my eyes. It wouldn’t take much to drown within their deep blue depths.

It would be like diving into the ocean and never surfacing again.

I blink away those strange thoughts when he says, “If this is what married life is like, I could definitely get used to it.”

Oh, shit.

How could I have forgotten that we’re married?

“The look on your face is priceless, firecracker,” he says with a chuckle.

He rolls to the side and then off the mattress before popping to his feet.

My mouth turns cottony, making it impossible to swallow.

He’s naked.

And gorgeous.

Not to mention completely unconcerned about his own nudity.

I can’t help but stare. It’s only after a handful of seconds that I realize he hasn’t moved a muscle. He’s standing still. Even though he just came, his cock is still semi-aroused. I’ve never been the kind of girl to think that a dick could be beautiful or well formed, but his is.

It’s long, thick, and perfectly curved.

Memories of drawing him inside my mouth Friday night tumble through my head.

I wouldn’t necessarily mind⁠—

“Looks like you found a perk to this marriage after all.”

I shake away the mental fog that has descended. I really need to pull it together. This is becoming embarrassing.

I slant a look upward to meet his eyes. “Maybe a small one.”

He snorts. “Small, my ass.”

One hand drops to his cock before he wraps it around the length and strokes his palm against it.

My mouth tumbles open as air gets clogged in my lungs and desire pools in my core.

Holy cow.

“Feel free to join me in the shower and I’ll demonstrate again just how good my big dick feels inside you.”

Before I can jumpstart my brain, he swings away, sauntering into the massive marble bathroom.

And yeah…his ass is just as finely sculpted as the rest of him. It’s tempting to sink my teeth into the firm flesh and mark him in some kind of primal manner.

I squeeze my eyes closed.

What the hell is happening to me?

The sound of running water fills the silence of the suite.

Even in my hungover state, I hate to admit how tempting it is to roll from the bed and follow him into the shower.

How hilarious is it that I thought Colby would be lousy or selfish in bed?

Laughter bubbles up in my throat because nothing could be further from the truth.

All I can say is that the man definitely knows how to wield his stick. It doesn’t matter if we just started having sex. Somehow, he’s managed to find all my buttons.

And he enjoys pressing them until I fall completely apart.

But…

If I allow myself to give in and join him, the only thing I’m doing is complicating matters more than they already are.

I sit up and glance into the bathroom, realizing that he’s already stepped inside the marble enclosure.

“Waiting for you, wifey,” he calls out, voice raised to be heard over the water.

A shiver slides through me before settling in my core at the name and the growly voice that accompanies it.

No. I can’t do this.

I can’t get sucked in any deeper.

For both our sakes, I need to pull the plug now.

Decision made, I whip off the covers and stumble to my feet. My hand rises to my forehead as the headache roars back to life with a vengeance.

As tempting as it is to crawl back into bed and sleep it off, I force myself to move. I need to slip away before Colby gets out of the shower. I race to the suitcase, rummaging around until I find clean underwear, a bra, yoga pants, and a sweatshirt. Then I throw my hair up into a ponytail before glancing at the bathroom. He’s still in there. And from what I can tell, he’s humming the same song I sang to him on the plane.

The guilt that rushes in nearly swallows me whole.

Even though I feel like shit for leaving this way, I need time to clear my head and I can’t do that around Colby. He muddles everything.

I rush around and grab everything I packed for the weekend before dragging the small piece of luggage behind me and exiting the suite.

It’s only when the door clicks shut that a puff of relief escapes from me.