BLAZE: Enemies to Lovers College Hockey Romance Eddie Cleveland (best mobile ebook reader .TXT) 📖

“Just a second.” He stops me from pushing his pants down and grabs his wallet from his back pocket. “Condom,” he explains, tugging out the foil wrapper. He tosses his wallet onto my dresser and rips open the packet.

I pull his pants and underwear down over his very round and very sexy hockey butt, and then push them all down further with my feet, but I only get it down to his knees. Blaze rolls the condom down his shaft and steps out of his clothes the rest of the way. His hands are warm as he circles them around my thighs and pries my legs open for him. His body fits perfectly between them, especially when I circle my legs around his lower back. Blaze guides his cock to my entrance, and I’m so wet he easily fills me, stretching me around him as he buries his cock inside.

I slide my hands over his shoulders, and he fills me completely. Blaze looks down at me, an unasked question in his eyes.

“What?” I tilt my head.

“Why is it so different with you?” He growls, frowning.

“What do you mean?”

Blaze thrusts into me, making me gasp and lose focus. The buzz builds stronger. It travels through my body and makes me squeeze my eyes shut and roll back my head.

“I can’t explain it. It’s just different. I can’t stop coming back to you. I don’t want to stop.” His voice is hoarse, and he slides his hands down my back, edging me forward on my dresser.

“I don’t want you to stop either.” I hang onto him tightly, teetering on the edge. I have to trust him to hold me here. I do.

Blaze fucks me slowly, fully. He kisses me softly but thrusts into me harder. I cling to his shoulders, and his cock fills me over and over again until that buzz is teetering on the edge, and I’m right along with it.

“Oh, Blaze. Oh my God. Mmmm,” I cry out. My second orgasm pulses through me. My pussy clenches his cock as he keeps fucking me deep and hard.

Blaze twitches before his cock does. It throbs inside me, and he leans his head back, groaning as he fills the condom with his cum. He holds me tight, neither of us moving. His cock still inside me, little tremors travel across his body.

“Fuck.” He’s raspy. He grabs the base of the condom and kisses me while he pulls out. It doesn’t take him long to tie it off and grab a bunch of tissues from the box next to me and toss it in my trash.

“Get the fuck over here.” He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me from my dresser, walking me over to the bed. He tosses me down on it, his eyes twinkling, that smirk back where it belongs on his lips. “How was that for an upgrade?”

I laugh, remembering how I teased him about the bed toss last time. “Shut up and get in here.” I hold up my hands and we both get in under my covers.

It feels nice, being held against his chest. There’s a comfort I never expected to find in him. Blaze runs his hand down over my hair until his breathing deepens and his fingers press against the back of my head. I can’t blame him for falling asleep; I’m pretty tired myself. It’s been a long and emotional day.

There’s only one thought keeping me awake: where does this leave us?

Blue shadows dance across my bedroom. I have no idea if it’s morning or night. The twilight barely lighting my window doesn’t help me figure it out. It could be the beginning of an early spring night or moments before sunrise.

Blaze is taking up way more than half of my bed. He’s completely naked and sprawled like he’s trying to reach all four corners of my mattress at the same time. Before, I could blame alcohol-fueled choices and poor impulse control for sleeping with him. This was different. Even lying next to him doesn’t feel the same. For the first time, I saw the real him. Behind the senseless rebellion, hidden beneath all the jokes, he showed me his broken heart.

We didn’t just strip off our clothes. We let our masks, our defense mechanisms and our walls all tumble to the floor. With Blaze, my orgasm wasn’t unexpected, but the connection I felt was.

The connection I still feel now.

Considering my job, it’s a connection I have no business feeling at all. I mean, technically, I am supposed to keep an eye on him, and ride him when he gets too wild. Not wildly ride him.

What would my boss think? The thought snaps into my brain like a towel being flicked from the wrist. It stings.

If my last job showed me the worst side of this career, Coach Wilson has shown me the best. He’s been kind and respectful, and he has faith in me to do this job without interfering. My stomach knots. I don’t want to deceive him, but there’s no way I’m confessing the truth about sneaking around with Blaze. At this point, that’s what this would be classified as.

Laying here doesn’t feel comforting anymore. It’s confusing, and it’s making me panic. I need a little room to clear my head. Maybe some coffee. I pick up my phone and check the time. Turns out that’s early evening sunlight disappearing out my window. I get dressed and go down to the kitchen where I’m greeted with an empty coffee canister and not a lot of great snacking options.

Mom won’t be home for another hour. I could use a little drive to clear my head, and there’s a coffee shop not even ten minutes from here. I can pick up some food and drinks before she will be home. It feels weird to leave Blaze sleeping in my room, but