Secret Obsession: A Dark Hockey Romance (Hockey Gods)

Didn’t think I’d ever have to goaltend with a stiff dick, but here we are.

I dig the edges of my blades into the ice, readying myself for Willow’s first shot. She’s absolutely fucking hot in the baby-pink sweater and leggings. I almost stripped her completely bare in the penalty box—which was a complete improvisation as it was.

Not that I regret it. The taste of her is still on my lips, on my tongue, and I savor it while focusing on my girl.

She wasn’t going to come back. She’s so twisted in the head, she doesn’t see what’s right in front of her. Those wild emotions of hers are tangled up inside, and all I want to do is show her how to smooth it out.

Except my emotions are fickle, too. And sometimes anger is the only thing I feel—especially on the ice.

Until I see her.

And I know she feels the same.

“Ready to lose?” she calls, smiling.

I almost say yes. But I catch myself at the last second and focus on the way she pulls the stick back. The slapshot sends the puck way left. I don’t even bother going for it because it’s going clear of the net. And sure enough, it hits the wall.

Her pout makes me want to kiss her.

“You can do better than that,” I call.

She scowls and retrieves another puck. Her skating abilities were a surprise—and damn, her ass looks good when she moves across the ice.

Her head darts to the side. She eyes me, barely moving. It’s just a twitch of her wrist, and the puck sails at me. Better aim this time.

I catch it low and toss it aside, prepared for the next one that comes immediately after. High. Her aim improves, and she drifts closer.

The next one comes at center mass, and I stop it with my arm guard, deflecting it off to the side. That would’ve sucked if she nailed me in the chest.

“Do you give up?” I ask.

“Never,” she replies.

Well, she will when she runs out of things to hit.

“I want to fuck you on this ice,” I say, right as she shoots. I laugh when it goes wide, and her pretty face turns a deeper red. “And map out exactly where your tattoo will go…”

“Anyone could walk in. We’re not—”

“Where’s your sense of adventure, wild girl?” I straighten. “New rule. For every shot you miss, you take off a piece of clothing.”

Her lips part. “Are you kidding? I’m barely wearing anything—”

I grin. “Do you still want to play?”

She finds another puck, her expression determined. Oh, I love her competitive streak.

But I’m one of the best goalies in college hockey—does she think she has a chance?

I catch the next one and toss it, grinning at her. It’s unfair, really, how easy it is to block them. But I feel a bit of pride, too. Like I’m showing off.

I motion to her, and she scowls. After a moment, she pulls off that pink sweater and throws it onto the ice behind her. Her blonde hair swings around her face. Her tits are contained in a matching pink bra that has some extra straps to it across the top. It doesn’t hide the bandage she’s put over her heart, concealing the X I carved into her skin yesterday.

Her chest heaves, and her toned stomach flexes.

My dick gets even fucking harder. Any chance of losing my erection disappears entirely.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her.

She shifts her weight. “Maybe you should strip, too.”

“After I win.”

Willow snorts. She shoots again, this one sliding across the ice toward the corner of the goal. I bat it away with the blade of my stick and readjust my grip.

“Hmmm, what’s going to come next? I don’t know if you can get your leggings off over your skates…”

“Oh, I hate you.”

“You love me,” I reply, still grinning. Although it stings a little to watch her eyes darken, a silent guard going back up for a split second.

She’s rejecting my words before she thinks about it.

That won’t do.

“Bra,” I order. “Because I have a feeling you won’t want to ruin your only pair of pants by dragging them over your skates.”

She drops her stick to the ice, her stance widening. The skates make her legs look longer. And when she reaches up behind her with both hands, her chest pushes out. My self-control is wavering on a thread, and that thread is fraying. Fast.

Even more so when she unclips it and yanks it off, tossing it in the same direction as the sweater.

Her nipples immediately pebble in the cold air, her skin puckering. A shiver runs up her spine.

She flips her hair back—although all it does is swing right back into place—and retrieves the stick. The way she grips it forces her breasts together, and I groan.

“Maybe this is more distracting for you than it is embarrassing for me,” she murmurs.

“Maybe,” I agree. “And you’ve only got one puck left.”

She spins around, her eyebrows rising. “No!”

“Sorry, wild girl. You’re about out of chances.”

“I’m going to aim for your dick,” she says under her breath.

Luckily, I have good hearing. Because I am too distracted by her breasts to even notice her aim and shoot, and it comes soaring at my groin. I bring my arm down at the last second, and it flies off the pad.

“Matching tattoos,” I crow, my heart thumping harder.

I toss off the gloves and undo the pad on my arm, then lean down and detach the ones strapped to my legs. In moments, I’m back to jeans and the long-sleeved t-shirt. I skate toward her, into her, grabbing her hips and propelling her backward.

“Miles,” she squeals, gripping my shoulders.

I pick her up and set her on her ass on her sweater. It’s going to be fucking cold in a second, but fuck, I just want all of her. I kneel between her legs and hover over her, leaning down to suck her nipple into my mouth.

Her skin is cool, and she immediately lets out a breathy sigh. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

I cup her other breast, rolling and pinching her other nipple. I tug on it at the same time that I nip at the one in my mouth. Her knees come up on either side of me, her legs crossing behind my ass and pressing me into her.

I give her what she wants, grinding my erection into the apex of her thighs. The feeling isn’t strong enough between all our layers of fabric.

Seems she’s of the same mind, because her hands slip under my shirt. She touches my abs, then hooks her fingers in the waistband and finds the button. She shoves my jeans down, freeing my erection.

And she grips it a moment later.

It twitches in her hand, and I groan. I drag my mouth off her nipple and up her chest, leaving a trail of kisses. I get to the edge of the bandage and bite it, pulling it off with a quick yank.

She gasps. I spit it away and look down at the angry red X. It makes my heart sing a little, because I have the matching one. I kiss her red skin, licking at it, then move upward. I suck on her neck, my hips moving and thrusting my dick in her hand.

She jacks me off, her hold on me nearly strangling. In a twisted way, it’s just what I need. A bit of pain to stave off the pleasure.

I get to the edge of her jaw, and she directs my lips to hers with a hold on my chin.

Gladly.

Our lips slide against each other. I run my tongue across the seam of her lips, and they part for me so nicely. I taste her mouth. Her tongue tangles with mine.

I drag her leggings down again, and her hand guides my cock to her entrance. Her thumb passes over my piercing, and I moan into her mouth. She’s slick and hot, and I notch at her opening. Her hand falls away, finding my hip and shoving my shirt up. My abdomen presses against hers for a moment, pinning her to the ice.

“Fuck me,” she begs, her lips moving against mine. “Miles, please.”

I thrust into her, my body tensing at the wicked heat of her. It’s a perfect contrast to the ice under my forearms and knees. The sweater protects her back from the worst of the cold and potential frostbite, but not all of it.

She shoves my shirt up higher, and she finds the cut on my chest by feel alone. Her nails dig into it, opening up the wound again. I cut myself deeper than her, secretly wanting the scar. Relishing the idea of it.

“Why’d you do this?” she asks, her voice hitching when I push back into her.

Fuck me, she feels good. I draw back to look into her eyes.

“Why’d I cut us open?”

She nods, and a pang echoes through my chest. She loops her arms around my neck, pulling me down. Until we’re nose to nose.

“We need it,” I reply. “And I need control…”

“Why?”

“It’s ingrained in me. It’s why we work so well together.” My feral girl and me. “Plus, we had a connection way before my brother tried to sweep you off your feet.”

Do I like bringing up my brother while I’m inside her? Not particularly. But I’m making a point, aren’t I?

Her eyes flash.

“Think about it,” I whisper in her ear. “And forget the rest of the noise.”

She whimpers in response. I pick up my pace, and I grit my teeth to stop myself from exploding inside her too soon. The piercings do something to her, sure, but they add some sensitivity to me, too.

My chest stings, and blood drips down onto her skin.

The urge to declare my love for her is overwhelming, but I quell it. Instead, I make sure she feels it. In the way I lift her body and hug her to me, her breasts crushed to my chest, in the way I fuck her sweetly and completely at odds with our earlier banter.

I just can’t fucking help it.

I smear my blood on my fingers and bring it to her lips. They automatically part for me, and I slip them into her mouth. Coating her tongue in my blood. And then I remove them and kiss her. Hard. So I can taste the metallic zing of blood mixing with her sweet saliva. Our teeth clash, and our tongues collide.

Her cunt clenches around me.

“Fuck.” I barely move away from her lips. “I’m not going to last long, wild girl. You feel too fucking good.”

I lean to the side and brush my fingers over her clit. The little nub is slick with her arousal, and she moans under me. I hit the right spot, both inside her and with the pad of my index finger.

“How about we come together? Hmm? I want to feel you tremble around me when I explode inside you.” I nip her earlobe.

“Okay,” she breathes. Her nails dig into my shoulders again.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

I work her up until she’s writhing beneath me, and her orgasm tears through her. She screams my name again.

Music to my ears.

I roll my hips and pound into her harder, chasing my own high. I focus on the feel of her, the silky slide of skin-on-skin contact, the way she clenches around my cock. My balls tighten, and I groan when I come. I still inside her, and fuck it, I need to see my handiwork.

Because babies aren’t in our future, but a lifetime of my cum in her pussy is.

I pull out and slide down, keeping her legs parted. It’s already oozing out, mixing with her wetness, and I use two fingers to keep it inside her.

“Miles.” She drops back to the ice. “You’re killing me.”

“I can’t help it. You’re so perfect. I wish you could see this.” I tilt my head, considering, then reach for my phone. It’s still in my back pocket, balanced precariously in the fabric that’s been shoved down past my ass. I take a picture before she can say a damn word, cementing it in my digital spank bank.

I show her the photo, and her eyes bug out.

“Are you kidding?” She scoots backward, closing her legs and drawing her knees up. “You can’t just—”

“I’m not going to show anyone,” I assure her, my voice dark. “I’d rather cut off my dick than let anyone see your pussy.”

I’ve got a nice collection going. The video from the football coach’s office, this picture…

She huffs, but she drops it. And she climbs to her feet, wobbling on the skates. She pulls up her leggings and grimaces at the wet spot left on the edge of her sweater. I guess it’s a casualty in our fucking adventure, but… oh well. I pick it up and lift it to my nose, inhaling.

Smells like sex.

“Put it on,” I say, skating closer. My erection isn’t going away, which isn’t too surprising. I’m addicted to her. I grasp it and tug, running my thumb over the piercing. “Bra, sweater. Get dressed, then get on your knees.”

Willow eyes me. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair wild. Her doe-eyed expression is almost too much for me, and precum oozes out. It coats my hand on my next pass.

Watching her get dressed almost does it for me as much as watching her get undressed. She skates to her bra and bends over, giving me a view of her leggings-clad ass, then straightens and slips her arms through. She reaches behind her and clasps it, then adjusts the bra. Her gaze falls to the sweater in my free hand, and she ventures closer.

“You’re just going to jack yourself off while I watch?” Her voice is husky.

“No,” I reply. “I’m going to let you taste us on my cock before I fuck your throat.”

“Oh.” She bats her eyelashes. “Good.”

Good? She’s going to be the death of me.

Knowing that she wants it as much as I do, I point to the ice. She kneels gracefully, first one knee, then the next, and flicks my piercing with her tongue. Ignoring that I’m still stroking myself.

“How are you still hard?” Her gaze lifts to mine.

“How can I stay inside you all night while we sleep?” I shrug. “I’m just built different, wild girl.”

She hums and takes over, grasping my length and sliding her hand down to the base. Then back up. Her lips part, and her mouth covers the tip. She takes me in slowly, like she’s savoring it, and I allow it for a moment or two… but then, I don’t know, I guess I’m just impatient.

I grip the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her silky hair, and thrust farther into her mouth.

But then I remember what else I have planned for tonight, and I swear.

I withdraw and skate backward, leaving her kneeling alone.

“What—”

“Sorry, wild girl,” I murmur. I stroke myself off in front of her, widening my stance to help my balance.

She shakes her head and crawls across the ice toward me.

My heart lurches.

Fuck.

She stops in front of me and bats my hand away. “Screw whatever made you stop,” she whispers. “You’re mine, aren’t you? You made a big speech about that. Which means I make you come.”

She takes me back into her mouth. Not as deep as fucking her throat would do, but—

Shit. She does something magic with her tongue. And when my cock twitches in her mouth, and I twist her hair in my hand, she does it again.

And again.

Her teeth touch my shaft briefly, clicking against the piercing on the underside, and I suck in a breath. Her gaze finds mine. She hums around me, sucking harder. This girl knows exactly how to unravel me.

“I’m not going to last—” My hips jerk forward of their own accord. I stay shallow, but I fuck her mouth until she’s red in the face. And when I come, spilling my seed across her tongue, she swallows it all.

“Perfect,” I breathe. “Fucking unbelievable.”

And that’s only the first part of our date.