Famous Last Words: A College Hockey Romance (Holt Hockey Book 1)

I have no idea how I ended up here.

I resolved to stay far away from Harlow Hayes. And it wasn’t just a Yeah, I should probably do that. More of a firm Definitely do that.

I was within a minute of being late to Monday’s practice after meeting her at the running track. I’m in the thick of midterms—I had two exams this week and have a ten-page paper due on Tuesday. The team is still undefeated and I’m determined to keep it that way.

A hot redhead is not a distraction I need.

But somehow, she’s currently straddling my erection and pulling her top off.

Harlow flings it away so it joins my joggers and her jacket on the floor. The bra she’s wearing is flimsy and lacy, doing more to display her boobs than to cover them. I can see the dusky circle surrounding her nipple.

And, yeah, there’s no way this isn’t going to happen. We’re far past the point of no return.

I’m going to fuck the one girl I told myself I would never so much as talk to.

She’s my half-brother’s best friend.

The girl my father sees as a daughter and knows better than me, his biological child.

Right now, as she’s pressed up against me, I can’t see her like that. The lace of her bra rubs against my chest, and there’s none of the repulsion my body is supposed to produce. Stopped producing the first time I talked to her. There’s just lust and heat and hunger. I’m painfully aroused.

I’m not the only one.

Harlow is kissing me like she needs me more than oxygen. Like she’s desperate for me. It doesn’t feel like a third kiss or a fourth kiss or however many times it’s been. We made out in the kitchen for a while before coming up here. Even then, there was no awkwardness or unfamiliarity.

Her lips move to my neck and her tongue comes into play, and holy shit, am I having trouble thinking straight right now.

Harlow slips her fingers beneath the hem of my Henley and ghosts them along the strip of skin just above the waistband of my boxer briefs. She swivels her hips, the denim of her jeans a rough scrape I can feel through the cotton I’m wearing. Her tits bounce with every movement, slowly driving me insane.

I reach behind her and unsnap her bra, finally getting my first look at her bare breasts. She shivers as I slide my hands over her ribs to cup them. Moans, when I suck her left nipple into my mouth and then release it with a wet pop.

Harlow groans my name, grinding her pussy against me even harder. At this rate, there’s a chance I’ll come before she’s even naked.

“Off,” she says, tugging at my shirt.

I pull away to yank it off and toss the balled cotton away.

I’ve caught glimpses of interest on her face. This is the first time I’m seeing the blatant attraction she just admitted to.

“Goddamnit,” she mutters, her hungry gaze roaming over my chest and then down to my abs.

I chuckle, then kiss her. She’s so responsive—so eager. We both groan as her boobs brush against my chest. Her nails scrape my shoulders and down my chest, the slight sting of pain driving my desire higher. Driving it to the point it’s a legitimate concern that I might come in my boxer briefs instead of the wet heat she’s torturing me with.

I grab her hips and flip her off of me, my patience wearing down to nothing. Harlow smirks, her hair a red wave spread across my navy sheets. I unbutton and unzip her jeans, tugging the denim down until all she’s wearing is a sheer thong that matches her bra. It’s hot, until I remember she was on a date earlier and probably wore it for him.

The hot pulse of annoyance is unfamiliar.

She’s not mine, I remind myself. She can date or hook up with whoever she wants.

Her thong is wet, when I pull it off. Then Harlow is totally naked beneath me, and I just…stare.

Looking at her body makes me feel like a kid in a candy shop. There’s too much I want to touch. To taste.

I never thought I’d get to see her like this.

“What, you’ve never seen a naked girl before?” Harlow teases.

Her voice is light. Unaffected. But I catch the thread of uncertainty.

I can tell she’s nervous. I turned on a lamp when we came upstairs, so I can see the subtle definition of goose bumps on her skin. Can see the fluttering of the pulse in the hollow of her throat.

“I’ve never seen you naked before, no.”

My eyes can’t decide where to look. And my dick is so hard that it’s worked its way out of the waistband of my boxer briefs. That’s where Harlow’s gaze is focused. I catch the bob of her throat as she swallows.

Her hand moves from her hair, sliding down her body and straight toward her exposed cunt.

“Should I just take care of things myself—”

She moans, back arching as I beat her there and push one finger inside of her. She’s totally soaked, dripping onto my hand.

“This what you wanted, Hayes?”

Another moan, her breath hitching as I add a second finger, stretching her a little. Fuck, she’s tight. Her legs are spread wide, offering an obscene view of her bare pussy.

“Guess I’ll never know if you’re a real redhead, huh?”

Harlow rolls her eyes. “Get some original lines, Hart. I’ve heard that one before.”

Based on our talk at the track, I assumed that she wasn’t a virgin. But it bothers me in a way I’ve never experienced before, hearing her mention other guys seeing her like this while she’s naked in front of me.

Competitiveness that’s only ever appeared on the ice sparks to life. Like hell is she going to find anything else to compare me to.

“That guy you were with earlier? Did you let him touch you like this?”

Anger sparks in her green eyes. “None of your fucking business.”

“Did he get you this wet? Or is this all for me, Hayes?”

I’m barely aware of the shit spilling out of my mouth. I’m so turned on it’s ridiculous. And I’m…jealous. I finally identify the ugliness. I’ve experienced it before, but never because a girl was involved.

“Fuck you,” she spits.

I grin. “You’re going to. You can hate me all you want, but you want my cock, don’t you?”

I pull my fingers out and crawl over her, lining our bodies up so that she’s humping my dick instead. She soaks my boxer briefs immediately. Then, in a move I’m not expecting, she hooks her feet into the elastic waistband and tugs them down. Not all the way, just enough for them to be ineffective.

Nothing has felt better than the tip of my cock slipping into tight, wet heat. I’ve never let it get this far with a girl without putting on a condom. It’s torture, pulling out when all I want to do is thrust deeper.

I get rid of my boxer briefs and reach over to my bedside table, fumbling with the handle of the drawer as I yank it open. Feel around until I find the box of condoms. I sit back, tearing the foil wrapper open with my teeth and rolling it on as fast as physically possible. My balls are drawn up tight and throbbing, desperate for release.

And then I’m over her, pressed against her entrance with no intention of pulling out this time.

But I pause, when I never have before.

Everything that’s happened between us—the connection we didn’t choose and all the unexpected interactions since—disappears. There’s just this moment, suspended in time. I told myself it wouldn’t matter when we were downstairs. I was stunned at first, then rationalized that sex with Harlow wouldn’t be any different than with another girl.

I was wrong.

All the anger is gone from Harlow’s expression. She studies mine, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and chasing away the pink.

“You sure?” My voice is low, my entire body tensed with restraint.

“I’m sure.”

“Say it, then. Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

I’m lined up to enter her perfectly, but I don’t. Not yet. I rub the tip of my penis along her soaked slit, focused on every shift of her face. Her chest heaves and her hands clench into fists. Her mouth stays shut, defiant.

I swore this would never happen between us. I’m guessing Harlow was sure of the same. And if we’re going to do this, I need her to acknowledge that. Assure me that this isn’t a moment of insanity. That she wants it badly enough it’s inevitable.

I push into her an inch, then pull out. Harlow swears, lifting her hips as she tries to keep me inside of her.

Anticipation buzzes in the air between us, the same electricity I experience just before stepping onto the ice.

“Tell me, Hayes. Tell me how badly you want me to fill this pretty pussy. How much you need to get fucked.”

I need her to fold now, before I do. I’m hard enough to hammer nails with my dick.

“Isn’t your ego big enough?”

“Say it, Harlow.” I slap her clit with my dick, and her moan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

It echoes in my head as she spreads her legs as wide as possible. “I want your cock, Conor. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. So badly I’m having trouble breathing. Is that what you—”

Harlow cries out when I push into her. She’s wet enough the first few inches are easy. Then, I hit resistance. I groan at the feel of her squeezing me, slick and hot and tight as a fist. Feeling her spread around me, struggling to accommodate my size.

“Still breathing?” I ask.

“If you force me to talk dirty to you, you can’t make fun of me for it.”

I rock forward another inch. She’s so tight and I’m way too worked up.

“You’re in, right?”

I grit my teeth as ribbons of heat race up my spine. “Nope.”

My hand moves to just above where I’m entering her, stimulating her clit. She convulses around me, relaxing enough for me to press into her the final few inches.

“Too much. Way, way too much.”

She squirms beneath me as I slide all the way in for the first time, her pussy pulsing in protest.

“You’re taking me, Hayes. Fuck, look at you taking me so well.”

I pull out, grind her pelvis against my dick, and then thrust back inside of her. There’s no resistance this time. She’s scooting toward me, so I slip in faster and deeper.

“You good?”

Her green eyes are hooded and heated. “So, so good.”

Any restraint is long gone. I fuck her with rapid, brutal strokes, angling my hips to push into her even deeper, the slap of our skin sliding together the only sound in the room aside from the sounds we’re both making. Pounding into her so hard it seems like there will be a permanent indentation left on the mattress.

Harlow moans my name over and over again, wrapping the long legs I’ve spent hours—pretty much every one I’ve spent with her—admiring. Trying to trap me in place the same way her pussy is fisting my cock.

I feel it, when she starts to come. She tightens around me even more, which I didn’t think was possible. Squeezes me until I can’t hold back any longer. Everything fades to black as blinding pleasure hits me hard and fast. It’s the sweetest relief. I come with a loud grunt, my cock jerking as I spill into the condom over and over again.

I should feel satisfied right now. I just experienced the best orgasm of my life. But staring down at Harlow—the content smile on her face, the way she’s sprawled across my bed like she’s too well-fucked to move—all I can think about is how badly I want this to happen all over again.

And out of all the unexpected things that happened tonight—that’s the most shocking.