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

I step out of the shower and grab a plush towel off the heated rack before drying my face, hair, and chest. For a second or two, I consider wrapping it around my waist and heading back to the bedroom. Instead, I toss it over the glass wall of the enclosure.

Why bother?

Britt melts into a puddle whenever she sees me naked. At the very least, she’s rendered speechless at the sight. And right now, that’s exactly what’s needed to soften her up.

The only thing on my mind is sliding back inside the tight heat of her body.

If I thought one time would be enough to dampen these budding feelings of attraction, I was mistaken.

The more I have, the more insatiable I become.

What’s glaringly obvious is that this weekend wasn’t enough to quash the growing need I’ve developed where she’s concerned.

So…

All I can say is that what happens in Vegas is definitely not staying in Vegas.

After I rock her world, we can discuss this whole marriage situation we’ve gotten ourselves into. I glance at the thick silver band wrapped around my finger and brace myself for a wave of panic to crash over me for tying myself to another person. One I barely know.

Strangely enough, it never happens.

Even though this was an impulsive decision made while drunk off my ass, I kind of like the idea that Britt belongs to me.

Does that necessarily mean that we’ll be sitting in porch rockers while watching our grandchildren play in the yard when we’re eighty years old?

Fuck, no.

At some point, we’ll have to dissolve the marriage. Hell, I bet this kind of thing happens all the time. This is exactly why party atmospheres and quickie weddings don’t mix.

Years down the road, I’m sure it’ll be a hilarious story.

One I might even share with my family.

I pause, unable to imagine what my parents will say when they find out about this.

Make that if they find out about this.

Thoughts of the fam are enough to wilt my boner. And since that’s not the vibe I’m going for, I shove them from my head before sauntering into the sprawling bedroom without a stitch of clothing. Luckily, the idea of sliding deep inside Britt’s welcoming heat is enough to stiffen me right up again.

My gaze falls on the rumpled bed, only to find it empty. With a frown, I swing in a semi-circle but don’t find any sign of Britt. It takes a handful of seconds to realize that not only has she pulled a vanishing act, but so has her clothing.

Along with her suitcase and purse.

What the fuck?

Did she seriously take off and leave me here?

The moment hurt wells up inside me, I stomp it out.

Screw that.

I stalk over to my duffle and rifle around in it. A second later, my fingers lock on a pair of boxers. After the cotton material has been hauled up my thighs and the waistband snapped into place, I scoop up my phone and hit her number.

It goes straight to voicemail.

With narrowed eyes, I stare out the wall of windows that overlooks the Strip. It doesn’t look nearly as magical in the harsh light of dawn as it did when I’d pressed Britt against the thick glass and fucked her senseless.

Well…this isn’t how I saw my morning playing out.

I drag a hand over my face and attempt to convince myself that what happened this weekend doesn’t mean a damn thing.

It’s not like we were going to stay married.

So…does it really matter if the hottest sex of my life just bailed on me without a fucking word?

Do I care?

Nope. Not one damn bit.

What I need is to shake it off and keep it moving.

Just like she did.

Two hours later, I’m still in a foul mood as I throw my duffle over my shoulder and head down to the lobby to meet up with everyone. I glance at the time on my phone. The shuttle should arrive in ten minutes to take us to the airport.

Certainly can’t say that Vegas wasn’t interesting.

That’s for damn sure.

As soon as the elevator opens on the first floor, I step out and make my way through the lobby. Wolf, Fallyn, Carina, Ford, Stella, Riggs, Viola, and Madden are already there and waiting with their luggage.

“Hey.” Wolf smirks as he scans my face. “You look like hell, dude.”

With a snort, I flip him the bird.

“And your disposition matches your appearance,” he snickers.

It’s tempting to give him the finger for a second time in as many minutes.

“Where’d you and Britt disappear to last night? One minute, we’re all doing shots and the next, you guys are gone.”

Yeah…there’s no way I’m announcing that he’s not the only married man in the group.

Can you even imagine what their reactions would be?

Wolf glances around the bustling space. “Where’s Britt? I figured she’d be with you.”

Just as I’m about to admit that I have no idea where that girl is, Stella says, “Something came up and she had to catch an earlier flight back to Western.”

Ha!

Likely story.

I’ll be interested to discover why she felt the need to run from me when I finally catch up with her ass on campus.

Because if that girl thinks she can ditch me after we tied the knot, she’s dead wrong.