Page 115 of Well Played

Don’t get attached,I warned.

I lathered, rinsed, and washed her body. Soothed her aching spots. Languishing in the feel of her skin, her body, the weight of her against me.

Fuck, why was she so young?

Wait, why the fuck was I thinking thatat all?

“Tell me one thing,” she said as she rested against my chest, “you’ve never told anyone else.” My hands snaked around her body, and fuck if I couldn’t resist touching her full tits. She let out the sweetest sound as I did. “Please?”

My hands played with the weight of her, fondling and enjoying her body for no other reason than…I could. Plus the fucking sounds she made? I needed to keep hearing them. “I played hockey in college. My whole family is into hockey. My brothers both play, and my baby sister works for the Revenge. When I didn’t get drafted, I almost gave up and moved to the mountains. Just left. I packed, ready to go, and wasn’t going to say a word. Noah, he’s the youngest, walked into my room and told me I was his hero because I did something I loved just because I got joy out of it.” I chuckled, low and quiet. “He’s the reason I became a coach.”

She stilled, then placed her hands on top of mine. “You coach hockey?”

“I do. In fact, I just signed a contract to coach an NHL team. And,” pride filled my chest, “I am coaching Noah. Full fucking circle.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence. She tilted her head to look at me, eyes shining in the candlelight. “That’s beautiful. You must love him very much.”

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s a shit. But yeah. I do.” I kissed her head as she laid back and held her in my arms.

The water cooled, and as I helped her out, wrapping her in a towel, I knew how easily I’d become addicted to the sleepy, satisfied look on her face. Knowing I put it there.

And filed the vision away for the next lonely night I had in Montreal.

“You don’t haveto feed me,” she said as one arm, then the other, went through my button-up shirt. The black against her skin a sexy contrast, better than anything I’d ever seen. Fuck, I loved the way she looked wearing it. Way too much. This girl dug deep under my skin like no other woman ever had.

Fuck. I even slept with her. Caught actual z’s with her, naked, against my body.

“And you didn’t have to wake me up the way you did, either.”

Her amber eyes sparkled with mischief, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “But- it was fun.” My eyes tracked the piece of bacon as she plucked it from the plate between as on the bed. As she bit into it, my cock twitched, recalling how her lips looked wrapped around my cock when I opened my eyes an hour ago. The highlight reel of this woman filled with every damn second she occupied since walking up to me to ask for my phone. “And I like fun. Time of my life, remember?“

I poured her a cup of coffee. Her smile was everything, and fuck, to see that small smile spread her lips day after day? Some lucky fuck was going to get them.

Not me. I swallowed down my disappointment and focused on the here and now. Scooping up a forkful of eggs, I brought them to her lips. “Eat, honey. You must be hungry.”

That pert nose of hers wrinkled in protest, but she opened her mouth. A hand came up, covering as she swallowed. “Aren’tyouhungry? You did more work than me.”

I smirked, satisfaction and fucking pride at how relaxed and well loved she was. “It’s not work, Tornado.” The memories replayed in my head of how I played her body for every moan, whimper, and magnificent tremble. My cock screamed for round four. From how she squirmed, I didn’t think she’d protest. But, I had a plane to catch today. And she still refused to give me her name. “That was the time of my life.”

An adorable blush crept along her cheeks. “Don’t get out much, Coach?” she teased, her eyes dancing over the rim of her coffee mug. I growled at her, and she laughed.

I fed her another bite as she glared at me, pouting and sexy. The sides of my shirt barely hid her breasts and the marks I left on them. A satisfied warmth spread in my chest as she opened her mouth and took what I offered. Where the hell was this coming from?

You like her, and it freaks you the fuck out because you’re leaving in a few hours, don’t know her name, and you want to make her scream your name again.

“Maybe,” I drawled as I moved the almost empty room service tray and crawled towards her and claimed her mouth as mine. I kissed her, tasted her, and didn’t stop until she was breathless and pliant against me. “We were meant to have one night neither of us will ever forget.”

“One more time?” she said, her voice raspy and like honey.

I grunted. “I thought you’d never ask, honey.”

NOAH: Can’t believe my big bro is my coach!

BRETT: And you told Soph you knew before she did

NOAH: Fuck yeah I did. But I waited until you officially signed.

BRETT: Couldn’t let me in a group text?

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