Splintered Ice: A Best friend’s Brother Hockey Romance (Wyncote Wolves Book 6)

As I roll over in bed the next morning, the night before plays over in my head. After we kissed on the sidewalk, I took Olivia to two different art galleries. One of them was displaying my teammate’s fiancé’s work in there. Logan was so proud of Isla so when he heard that I was going to be in the area, he asked me to stop and check it out to show support.

Olivia thought it was the coolest thing, that I knew one of the artists personally. She hasn’t met either of them, but I fully intend on introducing them all. I know Olivia has her reservations, that she doesn’t think I was serious last night, but she was wrong.

I kissed her again last night in the gardens and then once more when I dropped her back off at her dorm. As badly as I wanted to take her back to my house and have her in my bed, it wasn’t an option. I’ve already crossed too many lines and completely blurred any others that were drawn.

Then again, lines were meant to be crossed and erased. I don’t feel an ounce of guilt for finally being honest with Olivia and myself. It felt freeing, to finally admit my feelings for her and letting myself actually feel them.

I know she probably spent the rest of the night questioning every moment between us. Even though I told her I wasn’t going anywhere, she didn’t fully believe me. How could she? Everything that I admitted to her was a stark contrast to how I’ve treated her over the years. The cold persona I put on, the mask of being an asshole. None of that mattered because it wasn’t the truth.

The truth is, I’ve always seen Olivia and I’m tired of fucking ignoring it. Fuck my sister, fuck anyone who has a problem with it. I won’t stop until I make her mine, now.

There’s just one obstacle that keeps poking me in the side like a thorn. That fucking asshole she’s been hanging out with. He’s got to go… and if Olivia doesn’t do something about him, I will.

Reaching over on my nightstand, I grab my phone and roll onto my back. Holding it above my face, I unlock the screen and open my messages app. I find the thread with Olivia from the first night Stella called me about her and I open it up. Rereading over them, my stomach sinks. I really was an asshole to her.

I want to delete all of the messages I sent to her that day, but I leave them instead. Fuck it. It’s a reminder of how I don’t want to act toward her again. Instead, I’ll just show her I’m not the same guy I was before. That wasn’t the real me and I was just hiding from the growing feelings I had for her—the ones I buried deep inside.

STERLING

Good morning, sunshine.

Not giving myself a chance to second-guess it, I send her the text. It isn’t much, but it’s a way to break through to start a conversation with her. That’s all I need. Something to splinter the ice between us. And after she lets me in, then I’ll fucking shatter it all.

I set my phone back on my nightstand before finally climbing out of bed. I have a few classes this morning and then that’s it for the day. Although, we have a practice this evening and then a game tomorrow night. So, I can’t slack on my responsibilities entirely. As badly as I want to say fuck my classes, I can’t do that either.

I’m so close to graduation, so close to reaching the finish line. I don’t have plans of doing anything with my degree since I’m after the NHL dream like the rest of the guys. I have to have the degree as a backup plan, though, in case my dreams don’t come true. There’s always that chance and that’s the risk that you have to be willing to take if you’re going to shoot past the stars.

I have no intention of giving up on that dream. And in order to keep the wheels turning with the plans I have, I need to maintain my grades. Skipping any classes while being this close to graduation isn’t the best thing I could be doing. This is me trying to be the responsible Sterling.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand as I walk over to my closet and grab a change of clothes. Holding them in my arm, I grab my phone and head out of my room as I read Olivia’s message.

OLIVIA

Good morning 🙂

A smile pulls on my lips as I step into the bathroom and put my stuff down on the counter. I turn on the shower quickly before typing a message back to Olivia.

STERLING

How did you sleep?

I set my phone down on the counter, stripping out of my clothes. It doesn’t take long for Olivia to respond and I grab my phone, reading over her message as I stand naked in the bathroom.

OLIVIA

I slept really well, thanks. How about you?

Without thinking, I type the first thing that comes to my mind. I’ve already told her more than I ever intended on revealing, so fuck it. There’s no sense in playing it safe now. I’m going all in because there’s no other option. There’s no going back and I have no intention of doing that.

STERLING

I would have slept better if you would have been in my bed with me.

I watch as it changes from delivered to read underneath my message. Three small bubbles pop up in the bottom left corner and quickly disappear. Smirking at my phone, I watch them reappear and disappear three different times before I lock my screen and set my phone down on the counter.

I think it’s safe to say I left her speechless. Or at least without some sunshine response that she would usually have. Olivia isn’t used to this side of me, but she’s about to be. I’ve talked dirty with other girls before, but not like this. Not through messages and ones with different meanings. The things I’ve said to other girls were never on a level this personal.

I’d be stupid to not want Olivia in my bed. But that doesn’t mean it’s just sexual with her. I mean, we’ve only kissed a few times and that just happened last night. There hasn’t been anything sexual even though I intend on that happening eventually. I just hope this doesn’t scare her away.

And if it does, I have no problem chasing after her.

I’ve never chased after a girl before, but Olivia is one I would travel across the world to hunt down. I pushed her away before in the past to try and keep both of us safe, but not anymore. I’m not letting her go ever again.

Hopping into the shower, my dick is already hard as thoughts of Olivia drift into my mind. If she would have come home with me last night, she would be in here with me right now, no doubt about it. The thought of her standing in the water, completely naked as it trails down her body. I’d lick every drop of water from her skin. Fuck, I’d lick every inch of her goddamn flesh.

Ignoring my raging hard-on, I fight the urge to jerk off to the thought of her again. I take the quickest shower in the history of showers before hopping back out. My body is completely clean, washed, and dried in record time. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I check my phone and my heart pounds in my chest as I see Olivia sent me a text back.

OLIVIA

Why didn’t you invite me back to your place then?

Holy fuck.

I didn’t expect her to take the bait and play along, but I completely underestimated her. Perhaps Olivia isn’t as cautious and safe as I always chalked her up to be. Maybe there’s something dark and dirty hiding deep inside of her. She can be my little freak, but no one else’s. The thought of her talking like this to someone else has my blood boiling, but that doesn’t matter.

What matters right now is the fact that she’s waiting for a response. And I fully intend on giving her what she wants.

STERLING

Would you have come with me if I asked you?

OLIVIA

Yes… but you didn’t ask.

STERLING

Because I didn’t want to push things too far too fast. Fuck, baby. I just got out of the shower and I wish you were here with me.

I regret sending that message as soon as I do. I literally just contradicted myself in two sentences. I started it off saying I didn’t want to push things, but then openly admitted that I wish she were here with me right now.

Fucking idiot.

OLIVIA

What would you do to me if I were there with you right now?

Holy fucking shit, what is happening?

My cock throbs, still hard as a rock as it presses through my towel. It’s only eight o’clock in the morning and I have Olivia sexting me right now. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that this would be my reality. And I plan on taking full advantage of it.

STERLING

I’d drop to my knees and eat your pussy while you’re wet in the shower. And then after you come on my tongue, I’d bend you over and fuck you from behind.

Was that too forward? Probably. But she asked and I’m only giving her the truth from now on. If she doesn’t like it, I won’t come on to her like this anymore until she’s ready. I don’t know how experienced she is, so that’s a conversation we definitely need to have sometime.

OLIVIA

Is that it?

Fuck. This girl is driving me mad right now. Lifting my palm to my mouth, I spit in it before dropping my hand down to my cock. I push away my towel and wrap my hand around myself, stroking my length as I picture Olivia right now.

STERLING

Oh no, baby. We’d just be getting started.

I imagine her laying in her dorm room right now, spread out on her bed as her fingers slide in and out of her tight pussy. She’s pressing on her clit, rolling her thumb around in circles as she continues to finger fuck herself to my messages. To the thoughts of my cock balls deep inside of her.

STERLING

Touch yourself, baby. You’ve got me as hard as a rock right now.

OLIVIA

I will if you will.

Jesus goddamn Christ.

STERLING

Already am.

I pull on my cock, my hand pumping faster as my hips begin to buck. I fuck my hand, imagining that it’s Olivia instead. Closing my eyes, I see her as she continues to pleasure herself with thoughts of me instead.

My balls constrict, drawing closer to my body as I reach the top of the cliff. I can’t help it as my orgasm hits me like a fucking tidal wave. I was trying to hold out, but the longer I stroke my cock and think about Olivia, there’s no way I can hold this in anymore. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t give to be in her bed right now. With me inside of her instead of her fingers pumping in and out of that pretty pussy.

A groan slips from my lips, vibrating in my chest, as I let out a ragged breath. Warmth spreads through my body as I’m overcome with the euphoric state from my release. My cum is all over my hand with some dripping down onto my towel on the floor.

I stare down at my phone, my lips parted as my chest heaves with every breath I take. It’s like coming up for fresh air but I still can’t breathe. I need more of her to feed my body, like oxygen. This was a nice, unexpected little treat with her, but it isn’t enough. I’m fucking greedy and I want more.

Fuck the rest. At this point, nothing else matters in my mind except getting closer to Olivia. I should be worried about the consequences of my actions, but I’m not. I should be worried about the future because I know that I can’t give her the future she deserves, but I’m not worried about that either.

The only thing that matters to me is this moment and what I can do in it.

And the one thing I can think of is making Olivia mine.

Not in the sense of her being my girlfriend. I don’t do commitments because they only turn into obligations and that’s one thing I won’t subject Olivia to. She deserves more than I will ever be able to give her. Plus, she’s a freshman; I’m a senior. After I graduate, I’m out of here. If I can get drafted into the NHL, I’m going to whatever team will take me.

Call me selfish or greedy, but it is what it is.

I will get Olivia Davis in my bed before this semester is over.