ChapterOne

“Iswear I’m not drunk,” I tell my best friend Chelsea. But it comes out more slurred than I want it to. I swear I’ve only had like three drinks, I’m not usually this much of a lightweight.

“Okay, sure you’re not.” She rolls her eyes at me and takes me by the arm.

“If I was drunk, could I do this?” I hand her my red solo cup of beer and put my hands up. Then I proceed to do a handstand and walk a few feet on my hands. It’s a little wobbly but I do it without falling.

“You probably could.” She laughs and I join in, because I hate that she’s right.

“That was impressive,” a deep voice says from behind us. I turn to see none other than the Rookie, number 88 standing before me. Six feet and four inches at least of pure sex on a stick.

“Thank you.” I smile and toss my dark hair over my shoulder. His is darker, slicked up with gel, but he still has that whole, boy next door thing going on.

“I’m Jace—” He extends his hand and Chelsea intercepts.

“We know who you are, Rookie.” She rolls her eyes. Chelsea has a thing against hockey players. They kind of think they own the school, but to me they are just these incredibly good looking guys. A lot of whom have deals with the NHL and can walk around like they own the place because they kind of do.

“Ouch.” He acts like he’s been hit in the heart and smirks at me. “Come on, Chelsea, don’t be a hater, I just want to get to know your friend.”

“You mean try and fuck my friend,” she grumbles.

“Hey, I take a lady out to dinner first.” He laughs, and Chelsea rolls her eyes while walking away.

“I’m Aubree.” I hold out my hand, this time not being intercepted. His hand is huge, completely enveloping mine.

“Jace, nice to meet you.” He bends down to kiss my hand, and I blush. Is he serious? Are all the hockey players this big ofplayers?

“You’re just as bad as Chelsea says, aren’t you?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Probably not as bad.” He shrugs. “I am just looking to score, but I’m honest about it.”

“Your place or mine?” I ask, not skipping a beat. I’m not a girl looking for some kind of commitment, especially not from the school’s notorious player. If he wants a one night stand, why can’t I enjoy him for the night?

“Damn girl, you are not what I expected.” He smiles.

“You shouldn’t expect anything when it comes to me,” I add sassily.

“You got it, m’am.” He salutes me and then takes my hand. I think again about how big his hands are and my pussy shivers in anticipation of how big he might be. I’ve had my fair share of bigger guys, but none of them had hands like Jace’s.

Jace leads me out of the house party and down the street to the house next door. I make a mental note to send Chelsea a text and let her know where I am. She won’t be thrilled, but she won’t hold it against me. That’s what best friends are for. I’d be worried leaving her at the party if we didn’t come with a few other people. I am sure she’ll get home safe, especially since she isn’t drinking tonight.

“Where are we going?” I raise an eyebrow.

“My place is right next door,” he explains. He pulls out a key and unlocks the door, letting us in to an empty house. We can still hear the music from the party next door but it is fairly quiet here. He leads me up a flight of stairs and into his bedroom. Before I have a second to look around, his hands are on my waist, pulling me toward him.

“I want your curves wrapped around me.” I am usually a little self conscious about my curves, I’m nott as thin as Chelsea or our friends, but the way he growls that makes all my nerves dissipate.

“Yeah?” is all I can murmur before he’s holding my face in his hands and causing me to look at him.

“You okay with this, baby?” he asks, and I nod. But he looks at me, waiting for a yes, and I whisper out one softly. His lips push against mine and his tongue slips in my mouth, taking control over my mouth. I’ve never kissed anyone so passionately before. It is almost intimate, if you can forget the fact that we are strangers having a one night stand.

“Get on the bed,” he growls. I fall back into his navy blue sheets and he tugs down my jeans and panties in one swoop. Stopping to kiss me again, he grabs at my chest, pushing his hips against me and I can feel his growing length against my core. Let’s just say I was definitely correct about his larger hands.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs against my neck and kisses me down my neck. It is sweet but I am dying for him to touch me. I am lying bare for him with his jeans acting as a barrier between us I don’t want anymore. Reaching forward, I unbutton his jeans and take out his cock. Which causes my jaw to literally drop open.

“That’s the reaction I was hoping for, baby.” He winks and then swoops down to climb on top of me. He slides on a condom and brushes his hand against my core. I am embarrassingly wet for how little foreplay we’ve had, but it has also been way too long since I have done something like this.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he grumbles.