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

“I know it’s not your fault,” he rambles at her. “I’m just saying that when you showed up, things got shitty. Like, through no fault of your own, but we got all these shitty rules. Player got angrier. It just sucks now.”

“I get it.” Her brows wrinkle.

For a moment, everyone is staring in different directions. Prissy chews her bottom lip and studies the floor, deep in thought. Canuck watches her closely. I look past both of them to the elevator doors, willing us to move toward them with my mind.

“Everyone makes mistakes. I just wish you guys wouldn’t put me in such an awkward spot in the first place. Look, if you go straight to bed, I don’t see why Player needs to hear about tonight. I won’t tell him. Or Coach Wilson.”

“Really? No drama? Oh, thank fuck!” Canuck reanimates like someone just plugged him in. He throws his hands in the air. He rushes over to the elevators and jumps in the air, whooping. When the doors pop open, he doesn’t even wait for us. They slowly slide closed in front of his big, drunk grin, and the elevator takes him away.

“Now what?” Prissy’s eyes twinkle. It’s just us in the hotel lobby. I wrap my hand around hers and lead her to the elevators.

“Now, we finish our date.”

21

Restrained Priscilla

I’m quick to open my door so we can stay hidden in the privacy of my room. Even though the Warriors are staying on a different floor of the hotel, I don’t want to take it for granted that no one will see us.

“Whoa, are you fucking kidding? This is your room?” Blaze turns around, soaking it all in. “Do you have any idea what kind of rank-ass rooms they’ve got us sharing? You’ve got a queen sized bed and a sofa? What is all this stuff?” He points to the creams, sewing kit, bath cap and other extras the cleaners left stocked up in a basket on the counter.

“I don’t know. I never use any of it. I think there’s a shoe shine kit in there, if you want it.”

Blaze rummages through the basket, pulling out the sewing kit. “What is this for? In case you want to darn some socks?” He shakes his head. “Oh, wait a second.” He slips something into his pocket, but I don’t see what.

“Are you here to check out the room?” I lift an eyebrow, and Blaze snaps out of it. His eyes narrow, making me their entire focus.

“Good point. It’s just more furniture for me to fuck you on.” His voice deepens. Now I’m the one checking out my room, imagining how it would feel if he fucked me over that sofa, or perched on that table.

Blaze walks me to the edge of the bed and sits me down. He pulls his shirt off, and my eyes slide over the collage of tattoos and muscle.

He leans over me, sliding his hands down my back until his fingers reach the bottom of my shirt. Blaze bunches the fabric in his hands as he slips it off me.

“Take the bra off too,” he demands.

He watches as I reach around my back and undo it, his eyes never wavering. His nostrils flare, and the ridge in the front of his jeans becomes more prominent as I remove it. Blaze guides me down until my head is on a pillow and the weight of his body is covering me. He curls over me, bringing his mouth to my nipple, and slowly licks the tip before rolling the hard nub between his lips.

“Mmmm.” I run my fingers through his dark hair and let my eyelids flutter closed. He cups my other breast and licks and sucks on my nipples until I’m dying for him to find out how wet he’s made me.

Blaze reaches into his pocket. “You know, I don’t think I can trust that you won’t sneak out on me tonight.” His lips twitch up in the corner mischievously. He out pulls a measuring tape that he pilfered from the sewing kit in the basket, and it unrolls in a long ribbon. “I think I’m going to have to tie you down.” He meets my eyes, and I never realized the devil himself would be so sexy.

I can feel a wet spot spreading across the fabric of my underwear. Biting my lip, I nod up at him wordlessly. Blaze grabs my wrists in one hand and wraps the measuring tape around them four or five times. I try to pull them back apart, but there is no wiggle room. He holds them up above my head and lifts me up to the corner of the headboard. Blaze wraps the loose tail of the tape around the sturdy wood edge of the board and secures it by tucking it under.

With my back arched and my tits pressed up toward the ceiling, I roll my head back and look at his handiwork. I gaze back down my body as Blaze kisses and teases my nipples again. This time it feels more intense.

“Oh God, that feels… ohhh!” I moan

“I’m just getting started,” he murmurs. His lips kiss a trail down my belly and he unbuttons my pants slowly, knowing full well how much this is killing me. Blaze tugs my jeans down over my hips and slips them over my ass, but leaves my underwear on. He runs the backs of his fingers down to the growing wet spot.

“I think you enjoy being tied up, Prissy,” he muses. “Does it turn you on? That I can do whatever I fucking want with you?” I can’t admit out loud what this does to me. I’ve spent so much of my adult life showing restraint that I never imagined I would love being restrained like this. Blaze suddenly yanks my underwear to the side and slides his tongue into my wetness until he meets my clit.

“Mmmm.” I buck my hips and the