SIN-BIN: An Enemies To Lovers College Hockey Romance (Sinners on the Ice)

AVA

His head is not in the game. Even watching him from the stands, I know it. He’s still on the ice, he is scoring and passing, but it’s not his usual play. He’s somewhere deep in his thoughts, and I can’t put my finger on what it could be.

It’s the final minutes of the game. The score is three to one, but with how the Panthers continue to dominate on the ice, I wouldn’t be surprised if they score again. I have no idea what happened in the locker room before the third period, but Colt is acting differently than he was at the beginning. He’s more focused, and not just on the game. He is watching Levi.

I clasp my hands together, my fingers threading through each other. They are both on the ice now, and Colton is stalking Levi. He blocks his passes, steals the puck away, and sends it flying to Drake. My eyes are glued to Colt as he skates after my ex again. His moves are graceful and calculated; he’s in total harmony with himself and his teammates, even Moore. What amazes me the most? The guy still has time to chase Levi, as if it’s absolutely normal. Is he a fucking machine or what?

Colt said he would make Levi pay for what he did to me, and I’m afraid he’ll let it go too far. I don’t want anything to happen to him or his career—especially not because of me.

Colton doesn’t let Jefferson out of his sight, following him everywhere and distracting him from the game. When I see him glance around, my mouth falls open. Is he going to try and score? Right in front of Levi? Sweet mother of God, it will be epic if he does. Jefferson will be insulted big time.

There is the quickest moment when Colt and Drake lock eyes, and then Drake shoots the puck in his direction. I hold my breath, watching it land right in front of Colt’s stick. I’m biting my nails, my heart thumping in my chest, silencing all the sounds around me. I impatiently tap my foot as he rushes to the Gladiators’ net. He lifts his stick, and the next thing I know, he fucking scores. What’s more, I know he did it for me.

The final score is four to one, and the whole place erupts with people cheering and clapping, celebrating their favorite team. I continue to sit, my eyes trained on him. He’s not done with Levi yet, and I just hope he will be careful. Colt can’t take risks right now.

He stalks over to Jefferson and trips him up so he lands on his ass. I press my palm to my mouth, barely holding myself back from laughing out loud. Levi stands up and says something to him, and I hold my breath for a second. He must feel humiliated; his team lost. That can’t be nice.

Please, Colt, the jerk isn’t worth it. I notice him shake his head, as if he doesn’t believe what he’s hearing, and then he just punches Jefferson in his abdomen, making him press his hands to his belly.

A player from the Gladiators scoots over to them, and I honestly want to close my eyes. I’m freaking out, afraid he will be benched—or worse. I rise to my feet, and for a brief moment, Levi catches my gaze. His brows are furrowed as his eyes roam over my face, and then he turns around and skates off the ice.

What the hell just happened? Is he not going to make a scene? I’m confused, but also happy. The butterflies I feel stop playing on my nerves, spreading warmth through my veins and pumping my heart louder and stronger. I want Colton to be mine even if I’m scared to be heartbroken. I want to go all in and risk everything I have for him.

“Are you going to the party?” Layla asks, turning around to look at me.

“Not sure.” I know what I want; I just need to figure out how to get it. “I want to spend time with Colt.”

“Of course you do.” She winks at me, taking my hand in hers. “I’m really proud of you for coming to the game. Your talk with Colton did wonders.”

“It did.” I give her hand a gentle squeeze, a tingling sensation in my fingertips. “Thank you so much for encouraging me to open up to him.”

Layla flashes me a smile, and we head to the exit. She’s going to wait for Clay so they can go to the party together and celebrate the win. For me, Colt is the only person I want to celebrate with, and I have a perfect place for that in mind.

After I part ways with Layla, I go to buy myself a coffee. I have some time to kill before I’ll have Colton all to myself so we can talk. I need to know what happened to him, because he was more than just off in the beginning of the game. Hopefully he’ll open up to me.

My phone dings with an incoming message, and I take it from the bench. I already talked to my dad, so it should be Colt. As soon as I unlock my phone, I see I’m right.

WINNIE-THE-POOH:

Where are you?

ME:

At the ice rink. Come and find me.

WINNIE-THE-POOH:

Not fair.

ME:

Be quick, this offer doesn’t last 4ever.

I smile, watching as three dots appear and then disappear. Colt is not a man of words, but of action, and I’m not surprised he doesn’t send me anything more. If he wants to spend his time with me—he will. He would change his plans, adjust them for me, and I would absolutely do the same for him. That’s how our relationship works. We don’t need to look for reasons to explain our behavior. And I prefer that to pretense and honeyed lies.

As I wait for him, I read my new book. It’s twisty and dark, and lately that’s all I want. I’m in my dark romance phase. I enjoy it, often finding myself mesmerized with the stories, not wanting to go back to reality—except when my reality looks like Colton Thompson. Makes it easier.

“Why did you decide to come back?” I lift my eyes from my phone and look at Colton. He’s wearing a simple white tee, black jeans with sneakers, and a leather jacket. Classy bad boy.

“I didn’t.” Locking my screen, I quickly hide my phone in my bag. “I never left. I got a coffee and came right back.”

“How come no one kicked you out?” He lowers himself onto the bench beside me.

“Kick me out? I’m the cutest girl in the world. I have a way with people, especially older men.” I bat my eyelashes at him, and he snorts. “But we don’t have a lot of time. Frank said we have to leave by midnight.”

“He told me the same.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, checks it, and then slips it back in. “We have an hour, and I don’t think he will bother us until then. All the cameras are off too. Frank often lets me practice after hours.”

“You work hard.”

“I plan to go pro, and I want to be ready for that. In a month or two, I’ll know if my contract still stands, or if I’ll need to look for another option,” Colt mutters huskily, and the white noise in my ears intensifies. He’s going to leave when the summer comes, Ava. He will be gone, and I will be left with the ruins of my broken heart. “So, why are we here? Why did you wait in the penalty box? Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m not cold. And Drake always calls it the sin-bin,” I murmur. Colt takes off his leather jacket and puts it next to him on the bench. “I like that more.”

“Sure you do, my little sinner.” He wraps his arm around my waist and hauls me onto his lap, making me straddle his legs. “Why are we here, Ava?”

“What happened to you? You weren’t yourself when the game started.”

“I got a call after you left. From my mom’s doctor.”

“And?” I lock my hands behind his neck. “She’s been doing well, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, she is, but Dr. Stewart told me she wants to talk to me. And I have no idea what it’s about. It freaks me out.”

“You’re worried, and that’s understandable. But you don’t know anything yet. What if it’s nothing serious? Why is the first thought you have a negative one?”

“Because I’m scared.” Colt sighs and presses his forehead to mine.

“Colt—”

“You didn’t hear how he sounded, Ava. I was going to visit her tomorrow anyway, but now it’s even more important.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” I rub my nose against his and feel his arms wrap tighter around me.

“No, but if you can, I would love to have you at my apartment when I get back.”

“Didn’t have any other plans, actually.” I smile at him, and then I take a deep breath. “What happened on the ice? Between you and Levi? You hit him.”

“He got what he deserves. I warned him, if he ever talks to you or touches you again, I will ruin his career.”

“Thank you so much for that, Colt.” I hum against his lips. “What happened after you tripped him?”

“He said he taught you everything you do in bed, that he was your first.” I roll my eyes, not impressed in the slightest. That’s typical Levi Jefferson—nothing has changed. “I told him I intend to be your last.”

Mission abort, mission abort. But my mental alarms are not working. I am a fucking puddle, and my desire for him rockets to infinity and beyond just from his words. I press my palms to his cheeks and kiss him hard. Our tongues move around each other like a slow dance. He lifts his hips, and I feel his hard-on through his jeans. Wiggling on his lap, I rub my pussy over his dick. Oh God, it feels amazing.

“Damn, baby, this is not the fucking place for that.” His lips slide down my neck as I roll my head back, enjoying his caress on my skin. “I don’t have a condom with me.”

I hesitate for just a second, and then I lock eyes with him. “Promise to be careful?”

“You sure?” He’s searching my face as I reach my hands under his tee, feeling him up.

“More than ever. Take me right here, Colt.” I climb off his lap, take off my panties, and push them into his jacket pocket.

“For motivation?” he asks teasingly, pulling out his cock. He leans back, propping himself on his hands. Ladies and gentlemen, Colton Thompson has a perfect dick, and I’m not taking any objections.

Whirling around, I turn my back to him and slowly lower myself down on his lap. I’m so wet already, he slides inside me to the hilt. I sigh, feeling his fingers dig into my skin. I put my hands on his knees for balance as I bounce up and down on his cock. He grows thicker, and his breath hitches. Then he groans, and his hand glides lower, to my clit. I close my eyes when he starts rubbing it between his fingers. A rough tug on my hair makes my head bob back. I moan louder, circling my hips and letting him go deeper.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he demands, and my knees give in.

“I’m so close…oh my fucking God, Colt…”

He lifts his hips higher as I lower myself onto his dick over and over again. My head is spinning, and I don’t see anything. My mind has turned into jelly. His movements on my clit become faster, and I can’t hold it together anymore. My body tenses, and my pussy contracts around his shaft. A few more strokes, and then he growls breathlessly, lifting me off his lap and having his own release.

We spend a few minutes just catching our breath and steadying our heartbeats. As I help him clean up his jeans, I can’t stop myself from smiling. I never thought I would be the one to suggest bare sex, but the opportunity was too good to let it go to waste.

As soon as we are done, I take a step forward, but he hauls me back to his chest, twirls me around, and cups my face with his big palms.

“How about we go skating tomorrow evening?” Colton asks, and I immediately feel a lump in my throat. “I thought you coming to sit in the sin-bin, so close to the ice, meant something.”

“I feel safe here,” I mutter under my breath. “Maybe I’m not ready for skating, but just stepping onto the ice at first?”

“Works for me. We can ask Frank to let us in; he has a shift tomorrow too.”

“You’re the best guy I’ve ever met,” I confess without thinking, and his eyes darken.

I try to take a step back, but he doesn’t let me. His palms on my face produce maddening heat, and it sets my whole body on fire. Colt inches closer to my lips; his gaze is intense and piercing. My mind is in such a state that I’m having a hard time deciphering him, at least until his next words leave his mouth.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice cracks. “Tell me you’re all mine, Ava.”

“I’m yours, Colt.” All the tension leaves my body with my words. “I’m only yours.”

He takes a long and shaky breath and covers my lips with his. This kiss is full of desperation, filling us both to the brim with passion and longing. He takes possession of my mouth, of my tongue. He claims me, and I let him.

When I step back I’m shaking, watching him. I’m in an absolute daze. Colt smiles, bends down, and takes my things, along with his leather jacket. He grasps my hand and makes me follow him up the stairs and to the exit. He says goodbye to Frank, while I nod timidly in his direction.

He helps me into his car, and we drive away from the arena. Once we’re parked near his building, he unbuckles his seat belt and jumps out. I join him a second later, and we walk into the building holding hands.

The second he slams the front door shut, our mouths collide. Hungrily, as if we’re both starving for each other. Intensely, as if we weren’t together just thirty minutes ago. It feels right, just how it should feel.

My hand finds its way to his groin, and I stroke his dick through his jeans. It grows bigger and harder within a few seconds. “I want your cock in my mouth,” I whisper, and he wheels me around.

My back crashes into his chest. Colt sneaks his palm under my dress. He circles my clit as I start grinding my ass over his dick, following his lead.

“Ava,” he groans, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

“Colt, please. I want your cock in my mouth,” I beg, panting. His hands drop away from my sides, and I turn around and get on my knees in front of him.

I unzip his fly, unbutton his jeans, and push them down with his briefs. His dick springs free, and I take it into my mouth. Colt closes his eyes and puts his hand on the back of my head, keeping me positioned in the right spot. I stroke his shaft, sucking the head of his dick and swirling my tongue over it. He pushes me to take him deeper, and I go for it.

“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.” I suck his balls into my mouth as my hand moves up and down his shaft. “Fuck.”

I smile to myself and take him as deep as I can. Tears spring to my eyes, but I try not to gag. I suck the base of his shaft, tonguing him and slowly grazing my teeth over his skin. Light sucks, gentle bites, and a lot of tongue, along with my hand to add more pressure. He trembles in my mouth and lets out the softest sound I’ve ever heard from a guy.

Deepthroating him, I gag but keep going. He pumps his cock inside my mouth, his hips thrusting in and out until he finally erupts and comes hard. I suck him dry and slowly stand up.

“I love the way you taste,” I tell him sweetly, and he smirks, draping a hand over my waist and spinning us around. My back hits the wall, and I hold his gaze.

Everything in his moves is pure seduction—he makes me feel wanted. He makes me feel seen. He tugs on my dress, pulling it off in a swift motion. I unclasp my bra and toss it on the floor, and he does the same with his clothes.

I take a step closer, pressing my finger to his chest and dragging it down. “I want your dick inside my pussy. Now.”

Colt chuckles, quickly dashing to the living room. Once he’s back, I see a condom on his cock. “Any particular wishes, baby?”

“Fuck me from behind, please.” I turn around, pressing my hands to the wall and bending over slightly to give him access to my pussy.

He sneaks his hand over my hip and pulls my ass to his groin, teasing my opening and then grabbing my hair with his other hand. “Say my name.”

“Colton,” I breathe as he slides inside me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands.

“Yours,” I moan as he fucks me, burying his cock in my pussy. He moves steady, with no rush. “I’m yours, Colton.”

“You like that?” He winds his hand around my throat from behind and squeezes. “Ava?”

“Yes, go deeper, please. Please, Colt.”

Fucking me harder, he slaps my ass, intensifying my moans. Then he inches forward, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer to him. “Your fucking pussy feels incredible. I love the way it swallows my cock and empties my cum.”

“I’m gonna come, Colt,” I whimper loudly, and my walls are squeezing around him. He continues fucking me, prolonging my pleasure until he comes too, spilling his cum into the condom.

“God, woman, you make me extra horny when you tell me what you like and what you want me to do,” he says quietly, and I look at him over my shoulder.

“Really?” I straighten my back.

“Really.”

“We’re going to take a shower,” I state, edging to the bathroom, where I linger in the doorway and stare him in the eyes. “And later, I’m looking forward to sitting on your face, Colt.”