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

It’s been a week since my period, and weird as it sounds, that’s when everything shifted between us. It’s like tumbling down a hill.

I couldn’t stop it from happening even if I wanted to.

There’s a part of me that wonders if I still want to untangle myself from this man.

The biggest shocker in all this is that I actually like Colby McNichols.

No one’s more surprised by this turn of events than me.

There were times last semester when I’d catch sight of him strutting around campus with his posse of puck bunnies and would roll my eyes. He came across as a player who was more than happy to take advantage of the groupie situation.

And maybe that was true. But what I’ve learned over the previous few weeks is that there’s more to him than meets the eye.

Here’s a bit of irony that hasn’t escaped me—I hate being judged and dismissed because of what people think they know. And that’s exactly what I did with him. I slapped a few labels on the guy and deemed him not worthy of my time.

Trust me, that epiphany hurt.

The other night when I couldn’t get comfortable, he reached over and started stroking my pussy. When I told him that I wasn’t interested in having sex because the bed would end up looking like a crime scene investigation, he smiled and said that he didn’t care.

Even though it was tempting, I declined the offer.

Axel was always so weird about doing it when I had my period.

Instead of pulling away, he continued to caress me, telling me that an orgasm would help with the menstrual cramping. So, while I was wearing a tampon, he stroked my clit until I came with an explosive rush.

And I’ll be damned if he wasn’t right.

It did ease the cramping.

Someone needs to explain to me who the hell I married because I really don’t know.

It’s given me serious pause.

I’ve started to wonder if this is a relationship worth pursuing.

If that turns out to be the case…then I’ll have to come clean and tell Colby the truth. We can’t build a foundation on top of lies.

If that’s what we’re actually doing…

It feels crazy that I’m considering making this situation permanent.

“Ready for bed?”

My heart leaps into my throat as I blink back to the present and find Colby standing in the room, wearing nothing more than a pair of form-fitting boxers that leave very little to the imagination.

He’s like the sun. Staring directly at him for prolonged periods of time will end up burning my retinas.

He’s just so beautiful.

Chiseled perfection.

“Um, yeah.”

A slow smile lifts the corners of his lips as the intensity of his gaze sharpens. “Feeling better?”

I nod as everything inside me softens.

A lot of that is thanks to him. He really stepped up and offered support when I needed it. Even if it was just for my period, his thoughtfulness meant the world to me. It’s impossible to sweep that aside and pretend it never happened.

“Good. I’m glad.”

Unsure what to say, I blurt, “You’d make an excellent boyfriend.”

He gives me a funny look. “Or husband.”

Heat scalds my cheeks. “Right. Sorry. Guess I forgot.”

“Then I must be doing something wrong.” He pads to the bed before slipping beneath the covers and patting the place next to him. “Come here. Let’s see if I can rectify that situation.”

As soon as I settle on the mattress, he wraps his hands around my waist and hoists me onto his lap until I’m straddling his thighs. My legs end up on either side of his torso so that we’re facing one another.

My tongue darts out to moisten my lips. “What are you doing?”

“I haven’t laid my hands on you for a couple of days, and I miss it.”

“You gave me an orgasm the other morning,” I remind.

He smirks. “So I did. But my cock misses being inside my wife’s perfect little pussy.”

Liquid heat pools in my core at his dirty words.

Truth be told, I’ve missed it as well. All the orgasms he’s given me this week have been amazing, but I miss his thick length filling me until I can’t take another inch.

A shiver slides through me as that image somersaults through my brain and my hips unconsciously rotate until I’m squirming against his hard thighs and groin. That’s all it takes for him to stiffen up.

His eyes lower to half-mast. “Mmm. That’s exactly what I’ve been missing, sweet girl.”

My palms settle on the warm skin of his chest. I can’t help but stroke them across all those sinewy muscles.

His fingers flex, biting into my flesh. He studies me, his gaze sifting through mine as if he’s able to glimpse my innermost thoughts. I’ve always been so good at keeping them buried deep down.

Whether it’s a conscious decision on his part or not, Colby makes me feel seen.

Which doesn’t make sense. It’s not like we’ve known each other very long and yet…

His eyes hold mine ensnared. “Tell me what’s going through your head.”

I blurt out the truth before I can overthink it. “There aren’t many people who see me. The real me. And I think you just might.”

The corners of his lips tip upward as if he’s pleased by the admittance. “You’re right. I do. And when we’re together, you’re all I see. When we’re apart, you dominate every fucking waking thought. For the first time in my life, I want something more than hockey.” There’s a beat of silence. “I want you.”

The soft words are so unexpected that hearing them is like getting the air knocked from my lungs and leaves me feeling stunned.

When I remain silent, at a loss, one hand snakes around the nape of my neck before pulling me forward until his lips crash onto mine. As soon as we collide, I open. Impatience simmers through my veins. His tongue slips inside my mouth to tangle with my own. It’s as if he’s intent on devouring me. There’s so much possessiveness in his touch and I love it.

Love how much he wants me.

Wants this.

His hold tightens as his hungry mouth roves over mine. Everything inside me melts as his other hand drops to his boxers and he shoves the cottony material down until his thick erection can spring free. He hooks the fabric of my panties with one finger before yanking it to the side.

He breaks free long enough to growl, “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick, choking the life out of it.”

Those words have my inner muscles contracting around nothingness. Like him, I need him inside my body, filling me to the brim. I shift, squirming as hot licks of need rush through me.

In this moment, everything around us falls away.

There’s only him.

And me.

It wasn’t so long ago when I felt that nothing was better than lyrics melding together perfectly with the notes of my guitar to create a song.

I was wrong.

This is a thousand times better.

His hands wrap around my hips, lifting and shifting until he’s able to slide deep inside my pussy. Until he’s buried to the hilt and soft sighs of contentment escape from both of us.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so damn amazing.”

He keeps me locked in place as if he doesn’t want me to move a single muscle.

Not even a twitch.

Our eyes stay fastened.

There’s nothing more intimate than holding someone’s gaze while they’re buried deep inside the heat of your body.

It goes without saying that Colby McNichols is gorgeous.

But the expression on his face?

The unspoken emotion that fills it during such intimacy?

Even more so.

“There’s no way I could ever grow tired of this,” he says with a groan.

I can’t imagine that happening either.

“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, sweet girl. I’m going to show you exactly how much I want this. I want you.” He finally shifts, pulling out just a bit before sliding back in. “And when I’m done, you won’t question any of it. You’ll just know. Like I do.”

Tears prick the backs of my eyes.

It takes effort to blink them away and not allow them to fall.

What is this guy doing to me?

He rolls his hips again. On the upward stroke, he growls, “You’re my wife. You belong to me. Do you understand?”

I bite my lip as he does it again, picking up tempo.

Every time he drives inside me, he repeats the words like a mantra.

His hands loosen from around my hips before drifting upward until his fingers can play with my nipples. It doesn’t take long before they’re hard little points that beg for his attention.

“You’re my wife,” he says more forcefully as he tweaks both sensitive buds in tandem, making me cry out with pain wrapped up in pleasure.

When I bite my lower lip, his palms settle on my cheeks as he continues to flex, hitting a spot deep within. I’m so close to splintering apart. It won’t take much before I’m teetering on the precipice. And then, like Humpty Dumpty, no one will ever be able to put me back together again.

In this position, I feel everything. It ricochets throughout my being before echoing in my fingertips and toes. When it all becomes too much, my eyelids drift shut, needing to savor every delicious sensation.

“Open your eyes, sweet girl. I want you to see exactly who’s fucking you.”

I follow the directive and meet the steeliness that shines in his blue depths. Only then does he withdraw before surging forward until he’s buried deep.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

When he repeats the movement, his thick length filling me to the very brim, a whimper escapes from me.

His hands tighten around the sides of my head as he drags me closer. “Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me that you’re my wife. That my cock is the only one this pussy will ever need.”

His dirty words only push me closer to the edge.

He grinds against me.

With each new thrust, he repeats the command.

As turned on as he is, he pulls almost all the way out and holds perfectly still. His jaw is tightly clenched as his eyes glitter.

“Tell me right now whose wife you are, or you won’t get fucked.”

I gasp.

My inner muscles twitch, clenching with the need to lock around his erection. It’s the only thought that pounds through my head. He’s done the unthinkable and reduced me to a quivering mass of hormones. Nothing else matters at this moment but the insatiable need I have for him to drive inside me, fucking me into oblivion.

“Please, Colby,” I sob, wriggling around on his lap, trying to draw him deeper inside my pussy.

But he holds himself back, making it impossible.

Every cell feels as if it’s been charged with electricity. As if it’s traveling through my body, searching for an escape.

The feel of it is agonizing.

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

The head of his erection stays poised against my opening.

I try in vain to clench around him.

How can he stand this torture?

How can he hold himself back?

While he’s made me orgasm every day this week, sometimes multiple times, he hasn’t come at all.

The muscle in his jaw ticks a mad rhythm.

It’s the only telltale sign that he’s fighting himself just as much as he’s fighting me.

It’s become a battle of wills.

A standoff.

One I won’t win.

One, I realize, I don’t want to win.

He drags my face even closer until his mouth can collide with mine. His tongue licks at the seam of my lips before shoving inside. There’s the scrape of teeth as the kiss turns frenzied. My hips buck against his, searching for relief.

He pulls away just enough to stare into my eyes. “Don’t you want me, sweet girl?”

“You know I do.”

Doubt flickers in his expression.

It’s enough to kill me.

“Then say it. Give yourself over to me.”

“I want you, Colby.”

His palms tighten around my cheeks to hold me in place. “Tell me that you’re my wife.”

Even though I should keep some distance between us until he knows the truth, I can’t help but blurt, “I’m your wife. I belong to you.”

With those seven little words, he surges deep inside me until we’re fused together.

It’s like a detonation within my core, and an orgasm explodes throughout my being. The force of it nearly robs my lungs of oxygen. As soon as I cry out, he tumbles over the edge. His hands stay locked around my head as our gazes remain fastened the entire time.

“My wife,” he chants over and over until I have no choice but to believe that this will end up being our reality.

That it can’t turn out any other way.

No matter the obstacles that seem insurmountable.

No matter what secrets I have yet to share.