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

Colby’s arm stays wrapped around me as we walk through the hotel and step inside the mirrored elevator before rising to the twenty-fifth floor. There’s something comforting about his presence and the way he holds me anchored against him as if we’ve been doing this for years.

I have to continually remind myself that this guy is a player.

This is what he does.

He charms girls into bed.

And they’re thrilled with the opportunity. From everything I’ve heard, they’re just as cheerful in the morning when he boots their asses to the curb. Now that he’s focused solely on me, I understand just how heady his full attention can be.

What doesn’t make sense is that I’ve dealt with my fair share of slick dudes and am pretty good at figuring out what’s hidden beneath the shiny exterior. It was never a problem walking away without a second glance.

But Colby is proving himself to be different.

The woodsy scent of his aftershave slyly weaves around me, making it impossible to keep him at a firm distance. By the time he swipes the keycard against the lock, I realize exactly how tonight will play out. After spotting Axel at the club, I’m out of sorts and not thinking clearly. My life at Western feels like a sandcastle that will crumble with the first wave, and that’s terrifying.

Silence fills the suite as he flicks on the lights and a warm glow illuminates the space. I gravitate to the floor-to-ceiling windows and the bright lights of the city that are spread out below us. The Strip is filled with so many iconic resorts and casinos that glitter against the velvety darkness.

It’s gaudy and over the top.

But also magical.

I don’t realize that Colby has snuck up behind me until his hands settle on my bare shoulders and he draws me against the solid strength of his chest.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I whisper.

“Gorgeous.”

His hand rises to sweep my hair away from the side of my face before the tip of his nose drifts along the curve of my cheek. A shiver of desire dances down the length of my spine as his warm breath ghosts across my flesh. When his fingers bite into my bare skin, a sharp punch of arousal settles low in my belly.

Even though I’m entranced by the sight spread out before me, my eyelids feather closed as he nips my earlobe.

It’s been a long time since anyone has turned me on to this degree.

Years.

I swivel in his arms until I can search his face.

Sparks fly from his heated gaze. “Tell me what’s going through your head.”

“That I don’t understand what this is between us.”

It feels good to finally admit the truth out loud.

His lips quirk. “Attraction. Need. What more is there to understand?”

He’s right, of course. That’s all this is.

A little bit of physical attraction that refuses to be doused.

His fingers slip beneath my chin. “The question now is—what are you going to do about it?”

Maybe the real question is—what do I want to do about it?

I’ve spent half a year holding myself at a distance because I was frightened of getting too close. Scared someone might ferret out my secret.

It’s been exhausting.

For one night, I want to pretend that my life in LA doesn’t exist and I’m exactly who I portray myself to be. I want to give in to the attraction rushing through my veins and dampening my panties where this man is concerned.

Just for tonight.

A few hours of meaningless fucking.

And Vegas is the perfect place to do it. We can get it out of our systems and then fly back to school and go our separate ways. If there’s any truth to what I’ve heard about Colby, that’s exactly what he has in mind.

It’ll work out perfectly.

Decision made, I tangle my arms around his neck and stretch on the tips of my toes before brushing my mouth against his. A groan rumbles up from deep within his chest as he nips at my lower lip and tugs it with sharp teeth. That’s all it takes for a tidal wave of arousal to crash over me, threatening to drag me to the bottom of the ocean.

When a whimper of need breaks free, the velvety softness of his tongue slips inside my mouth to tangle with my own. He takes full command of the kiss as his hands slide around my hips to cup my backside and palm the rounded flesh. He presses me closer until I can feel the thick length of his erection dig into my lower abdomen. Need pools in my core.

With a groan, he pulls away before resting his forehead against mine and staring into my eyes.

“I don’t want this to go any further unless you’re fully on board. Do you understand?”

I nod, amazed that he can pump the brakes when all I want is to feel his lips sliding over mine, making me forget everything that eats away at me in the darkness.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

For tonight.

Maybe even tomorrow.

But nothing more.

His gaze sifts through mine for a handful of seconds before he jerks his head into a tight nod and takes a step in retreat. Before I can protest the distance, his hands land on my shoulders as he swivels me around until my backside is turned toward him.

“Lift your hair, sweet girl. As hot as you look in this dress, it needs to go.”

My hands tremble as I gather up the thick strands and hold them away from my neck. The grind of metal teeth is the only sound that breaks the heavy silence of the suite. My heart picks up tempo as the slinky material slips down my body like a waterfall until it puddles around the three-inch silver heels.

The only piece of clothing I’m wearing is a thong that barely covers anything.

“Fuck.”

I didn’t bother with a bra, since the dress is strapless and has a built-in shelf.

When I attempt to lower my arms, a guttural groan escapes from him. “No. Stay just like that. I’m not nearly done admiring you.”

My belly dips at the appreciative tone that floods his voice.

“You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?”

I twist just enough to glance over my shoulder and meet his heavy-lidded eyes. The heat that fills them almost scorches me alive.

“Are you going to stare at me all night or fuck me?”

A predatory expression darkens his features. “Oh, I plan on fucking you all night long.”

His wicked promise has an explosion of butterflies winging their way to life deep in my core.

One long-legged stride is all it takes to swallow up the distance between us until he’s close enough to align himself with my spine. His hands slide around my ribcage to cup my naked breasts with his palms. He squeezes the softness as if testing the weight before rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Pleasure shoots through me, electrifying my insides.

My head falls back until it can rest against his chest. That’s when I realize he’s still dressed in his slacks and crisp pink button-down while I’m practically naked.

I have no idea why that mental image is so erotic.

That thought disintegrates when he tweaks the tightly puckered buds.

A gasp escapes from me. There’s a bite of pain before pleasure rushes in to drown it.

“You like that, sweet girl?”

His teeth scrape against the curve of my jaw as he repeats the movement.

A tortured groan is the only response I’m capable of giving.

“If I slip my hand into that shameless excuse for underwear, am I going to find your little pussy soaking wet and sobbing for me?”

Oh god…

I didn’t expect him to have such a dirty mouth.

A rush of heat fills my thong.

“Hmmm?” He nips my ear as he pinches me again. “You didn’t answer the question.”

That’s because I’ve been rendered speechless. My brain is short-circuiting, and I’m unable to string together a passable answer. If I open my mouth, all that will come out is gibberish.

He’s barely touched me and I’m already dancing on the precipice.

If this is any indication of what the night will bring, I totally understand why girls leave his bed with a smile and nothing but praise.

“Guess I’ll have to figure it out myself.”

One hand drifts from my breast, along my ribcage and belly before delving past the elastic band of my thong. His fingers brush over my throbbing clit and then the seam of my lips before gliding through the slick folds. Two fingers slip inside my pussy until he’s buried knuckle deep. He holds them firmly in place as his lips graze the outer shell of my ear.

“Mmmm…drenched.” He pumps them in and out. The movement is unhurried as if he has all the time in the world to explore my body. “I hope you’re going to let me lick up all that cream.” He groans when another burst of arousal floods my core. “You like a little dirty talk, don’t you?”

I cry out in protest when he slips the digits from my body. “Yes!”

“Good girl,” he praises, dragging them upward until he’s able to rub my clit with lazy circles that force me to the brink.

My hand locks around his until my nails sink into his flesh.

“I don’t mind a few scratches. You want to mark me as your own? I don’t have a problem with it.”

My body tightens as he continues to stroke my flesh, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until I want to scream.

“Please,” I whimper, unable to hold back. I’ve never begged anyone for anything in my life.

But I can’t stop the word from tumbling free.

His body crowds mine until it feels like I’m surrounded on all sides by his masculine presence. He pinches my nipple with one hand while grinding against my clit with the other. My spine arches and my muscles constrict as I go off like a firework. A scream tears from my throat and fills the air.

“Open your eyes, sweet girl.”

Even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I force them open until the colorful lights of the Strip fill my vision. My breath catches at the back of my throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. My knees weaken as he plays my body like a fine instrument.

It only draws out my orgasm.

By the time the final wave of pleasure floods my system, I’m limp as a noodle. His fingers continue to caress me as he holds me pinned against him. My gaze locks on his reflection in the window.

“You’re beautiful when you come undone.”

Heat floods my cheeks as he slips his hand from my thong. With his gaze locked on mine, he lifts his fingers to his lips and licks away the cream before sucking them into his mouth.

Air stalls in my lungs as my eyes widen.

I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

Have I ever seen anything as sexy in my life?

“Fucking delicious.”

The same hand drifts down to my thong before slipping beneath the band and dipping inside me for a second time. Only now do I realize how soaked I am. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he was able to make me come.

What’s worse is that I’m still turned on and hungry for more.

He pumps his fingers deep inside me. With each languid movement, more arousal gathers in my core.

Of course, I’ve had sex before.

Sometimes I would come. Other times it would remain elusive, and I’d finish myself off afterward. Unless it was really bad…

Then I didn’t bother.

Axel was selfish. He preferred to receive but didn’t always want to return the favor.

Colby’s behavior has totally thrown me. I figured he’d be like all the other handsome guys from my past. I blink away those thoughts as another orgasm begins to build. Before I can give myself over to the sensation, his hand slips free and a tortured moan escapes from me.

My head falls back, resting against the steely strength of his chest as my heavy-lidded gaze stays pinned to our reflection in the window.

A smile quirks his lips. “Greedy, aren’t you?”

That’s the thing…I never have been before.

His fingers rise until they can trace my mouth, painting them with my own arousal. It’s only after my lips have been coated that he presses his fingers against them. His hot gaze stays pinned to our reflection.

“Open wide. Show me exactly how you’re going to choke on my big cock.”

That command shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.

So much that it almost defies logic.

It never occurs to me not to follow the directive. I open and wait for what will happen next.

Even though he smirks as if pleased by my acquiescence, arousal burns so brightly in his eyes that they practically glow with blue fire.

“Such a good girl.”

My gaze stays pinned to the erotic image in the glass as he lazily circles my lips. The other hand palms my breast as his fingers pluck and torment my nipple.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Again, I do as he commands.

My heartbeat thuds painfully beneath my ribcage as a handful of seconds tick by.

Just as I grow impatient, he presses the digits against me.

He turns his face until it’s buried in my hair. “Do you taste that?”

With a moan, I shift against him.

“Do you taste how excited your pussy gets when I play with it?”

Another whimper works its way free from me.

His warm breath feathers across my flesh. “Close your mouth around my fingers and draw them deep inside.”

It’s not even a question of whether I’ll follow the instructions. There’s something strangely freeing about relinquishing all control. It’s the first time in years—maybe even a decade—that I’ve allowed myself to do it. I can almost feel the shackles of my past loosening before dropping to the floor.

All the pressure that normally weighs me down, choking the life out of me.

I’ve never felt so light.

Like I’m floating.

It’s almost as addictive as the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me and the one that’s already brewing deep within my core like an impending storm, waiting to explode at his slightest command.

“Mmmm, that’s so good. Can you take me a little deeper, sweet girl?”

His fingers slide to the back of my throat. There’s a strange concoction of both pleasure and pain.

“Now swallow.”

The muscles of my throat constrict around the foreign intrusion.

“You’re going to take my cock so nicely, aren’t you?”

In response, I repeat the movement, only wanting to please him.

His lips drift along the side of my face as he tweaks one puckered bud. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He presses just a bit deeper until tears sting my eyes.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs before dragging them out. The arm snaked around me falls away. “Turn around.”

My body vibrates like a live wire as I spin on my high heels. I expect a smirk to lift the corners of his lips. After all, he’s gotten me to do what he wanted with a ridiculous amount of ease. Instead, his expression smolders. There’s so much pent-up arousal etched across his features.

Almost as if he’s in pain.

That’s when I remember that I might have found my release, but he hasn’t.

My gaze drops to the fly of his dress slacks and the way they’re tented in the front.

“Pop the button and unzip me.”

My fingers tremble as I follow the instructions until the black cotton peaks out from the fly.

“Take out my cock so you can play with it,” he says, voice strung tight with need.

That’s all the impetus I need to delve inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around his hot length before slipping it free from its confines.

Just as I suspected, his dick is thick and long.

More arousal floods my core.

“On your knees, sweet girl.”

I flick a glance upward before lowering myself to the carpet until I’m eye level with his erection. One of his hands tangles in my hair as the other strokes my lower lip with his thumb. They’re soft, sweeping caresses that leave me aching for more.

“The only way you’d look more beautiful is if your mouth was stuffed full of cock.”

Another punch of desire nearly steals my breath away.

“Open wide and take me inside your mouth. I want you to deep throat me just like you did with my fingers.”

My tongue darts out to moisten my lips as I draw his crown inside me. His fingers tighten around my scalp as if to hold me in place as a groan rumbles up from his chest and I suck his hard length deeper.

“That feels so damn good,” he groans.

Moisture pricks my eyes as he hits the back of my throat. With a gentle touch, he thumbs away the wetness.

Concern cuts through the look of utter bliss etched across his handsome face. “Am I hurting you?”

I give my head a little shake.

“Good. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. I’d never want to cross it. Only give you enough to make your body come alive and sing for me.”

He presses closer until the wiry hair at his groin tickles my nose and my lips are forced to stretch wider around his girth.

When my wet lashes flutter closed, he says, “Eyes on me, sweet girl.”

I force them open until my gaze can fasten on him. Just when I think he’ll come, he pulls away. As soon as his cock slips free, I drag a lungful of air into my body. In one smooth motion, he reaches down and slips his arms around my ribcage before hauling me to my feet and pressing his lips against mine. His tongue delves inside my mouth to tangle with my own.

“You taste just like me,” he growls. “I love it. Are you ready to get fucked?”

So ready.

I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like to have his thick length filling me so completely, but I’m desperate to find out.

My thong is so soaked that I could probably wring it out.

He spins me around and walks us to the floor-to-ceiling windows that span the wall. A gasp escapes from me as I’m pressed against the cool glass. My bare breasts and belly flatten against it. With his hands locked around mine, he drags them above my head until I’m stretched out completely. I turn my head until one cheek can rest against the smooth surface. If anyone were to look up or across the street from another building, they would see my naked form.

That thought only turns me on more.

“Don’t move or I’ll spank that gorgeous ass.”

When I remain silent, he whacks one cheek. The sound of flesh striking flesh fills the suite.

“Understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp as more heat gathers in my core.

My heart beats a steady tattoo against my chest as a rip of paper catches my attention.

A condom.

He’s opening the wrapper of a condom.

Thank fuck he’s thinking about protection because I certainly wasn’t. Even though I have an IUD, I’d still want him to use something.

And then his hard body covers mine, surrounding me until he blots out the world around us.

His thick length presses against my backside. He cants his hips before flexing them so that his cock slides against the cleft that separates my cheeks. I arch, offering myself up.

“Tell me…is that greedy little pussy in need of a hard dick?”

“Yes,” I sob, unable to help myself.

Even though a chuckle slips free from him, it’s tinged around the edges with tension as he yanks the thin string to the side and slides deep inside my body with one smooth stroke.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I can only groan as he fills me completely. I don’t think I’ve ever been stretched this tight. The pleasure and pain of it is exquisite. I’m so turned on that I won’t last long. Even after coming no more than fifteen minutes ago, I’m ready to go off like a shot.

A groan slips free from me as he pulls out before sliding back inside. Every time he flexes his hips, another wave of pleasure crashes over me. His fingers wrap around mine as he fucks me against the glass. No more than a dozen strokes later, I shatter. As soon as my inner muscles clench, he follows me over the edge and into oblivion.

I’m pretty sure I scream out his name—maybe even chant it—as he pummels me with his cock.

The only coherent thought I’m able to grasp hold of is that nothing I’ve experienced up to this point has ever felt so incredible.

It’s also what scares me the most.