Chapter 2

MAX

"No names, right, Iceman?"

I glanced behind me at the fucking sexiest woman I'd ever seen. Which said a lot after all my years playing in the NHL. Puck bunnies found their way into places even the wiliest thief couldn't.

Hearing her use my nickname? Fucking shot to my cock. Her lips formed the word, and I immediately imagined what else they could wrap around.

God, she smelled like the beach when the sun first started to appear over the horizon. Warm, coconut, and every fantasy come to life.

I was no saint. I sinned. Should probably be at confession more than I am, but God and I have an understanding. Catholicism was a great excuse to see sin as something that made you more human, no matter how many times they tried to make it seem like the human body shouldn't be celebrated as one hell of a creation. From how she pressed her body up against mine and the way her short orange dress hugged her ass, this girl was pretty fucking perfect.

I offered her a curt nod, slightly irritated that she knew my name, but laying out the ground rules saved all kinds of problems in the long run.

No names. No feelings. Just two people appreciating the attraction between them and doing something about it. Holy fuck, did I want to do something about it.

The keys jingled in the warm Seattle night air as I slid them out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I stole a quick glance behind me as I nudged the door open with the toe of my shoe.

A fucking vision, with her lips parted, chest rising and falling with her ragged breaths. Hair mussed from my hands. Still flushed from the make out session at every stop sign and red light in the car on the way to my place. I never wanted to get home so damn fast in my life, yet loved every chance to taste her.

The way she moaned and writhed in the passenger seat when I released her to keep driving had my cock ready to say fuck it and do something about the rock hard state it was trapped in. When she reached over, running her hand along the length of it through my jeans, biting her lip, I growled, "Careful, little girl. My self control only goes so far."

Her eyes darkened, pupils dilated and her breath ragged as she murmured as she continued to tease and tempt me like a fucking siren who knew exactly how close to edge I teetered. "Maybe I want to see what happens when that control snaps, Iceman." Lips wet and full in a pout she added as she shifted toward me, breasts pressed against my bicep, "Challenge, remember?"

Fuck. Me. Game. On, Sunrise. My cock twitched every time the nickname I earned on the ice came from her lips.

"Last chance to walk out that door. I'll call a car to take you home." I took a step and shut the door behind her, backing her up against the hard surface. Her chin lifted a fraction as we stared each other down, breath mingling. The air charged between us. That hand snaked between us, and I reached down just as she brushed up against me. "I'll take that as your answer, baby." A rush of air fell from her as I wrapped my hand around her wrist, easily circling it in my grip as I grabbed her other. Eyes wide, she gasped as I took both in one hand above her head. Her back arched as I yanked her to me by her hip, letting her feel exactly how hard she made me. "This," I hissed as I teased her center with a brush of my fingers as my hand made its way up her body. Between her breast, to her collarbone, then finally owning her neck. Eyes wide, then her body melted like it had been waiting for me to remind her exactly who she dealt with tonight. "Is what you've started, and I think," I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent, her shampoo and perfume, "you should show me exactly how you plan on finishing what you began."

A challenge. An order. One I knew instinctively she wouldn't back down from. She wanted it as much as I did.

Breasts pressed firmly against me, she took my bottom lip between her teeth before she pulled back just enough that her words breathed into me. "As long as you realize I'm not a fucking puck bunny, Vaughn. I might know who you are, but how you handle a stick has nothing to do with how much I want to suck your cock, understand?"

"Absofuckinglutely." I backed up just enough so she could see my face. Know that I fucking did. More than she knew. Just like I knew despite finding each other in that place, having a drink, we were both stone-cold sober, full of the kind of energy clawing out to be fucked out of your system.

And attracted like hell to each other. Her energy, the way she observed everyone in the room with that little smirk on her lips. Rising to my bait when I started ribbing her about the game from last season's playoffs being replayed on the TV over the bar?

Fuck, when a girl knew more about the game than how the players looked when they did their pre-game stretches plus the way her legs kept vying for my attention as she perched on the stool. Hands flying. I lost myself watching her lips move. And fuck, she was at least my baby sister's age. But my dick didn't care. It was onboard with what my head was saying even when I tried to trip her up a few times. To no avail.

All roads led to the here and now. Her body pressed against mine, hands trying to wriggle free of my hold.

"I can't do what I want if you don't let me go," she whimpered, the heat from her sex as I pressed against so evident I knew once I had her naked, she'd be wet and ready for whatever the hell I wanted to do.

Taste her. Make her beg to come all over my beard. Hell. Yes. Then bury myself inside her until she can't take anymore.

Fuck. When was the last time I wanted a woman like this?

Or hell, wanted any woman at all?

This one? I wanted her. Now.

Slowly, so slowly that she felt the release like a flower opening for the sun, I released her hands. Never breaking eye contact. "Show me, Sunrise. Show me what you want to do. How you want to finish what you started."

She smirked, eleven her desire filled haze. "Make sure you don't make this end before-"

I threaded my fingers through her thick hair, entwined it around my fist and growled into her mouth. "Another challenge? Don't worry. You won't be able to walk without thinking about me for weeks. And after that, every time you shift or sit or lie in bed at night, you're going to remember and wish you could feel all the dirty things I'm going to do to you tonight. That's a fucking promise, little girl."

My mystery girl let out a whimper, determination in her eyes. "Thank the Hockey Gods, because I really need this."

"Oh, Sunrise, thank Max Vaughn, because the Hockey Gods have no place in my bed."

With a look that should've been the first sign that this woman was going to wreck my life, she asked, "Who says we need a bed?" She dropped to her knees, back still against the door, and took my cock out. "Damn, who should I thank for this?"

I let a dark chuckle. "That's all Max, baby." Her hair in my fist felt so right as she looked up from the floor at me. Gray eyes staring up at me like she both worshiped me and wanted to bring me to my knees. "If it's too much, tap my thigh, baby." Her nod, the trust in her eyes made my cock jump as her mouth opened.

Trapped between the door and my cock, she was a fucking vision, taking my length in, eyes watering with the effort. But, she didn't lie. No backing down, even when she gagged as I hit the back of her throat. Fuck, her mouth felt like heaven. I paused, making sure she didn't touch my leg, but when I didn't move, she let out a sound of frustration.

"What? Do you want more? Should I fuck that gorgeous mouth? Make it so you have to take me until you can't breathe?"

The goddess kneeling before me moved her head, trying to nod, but I held her by the silkened strands around my fist. Not letting her move unless I wanted to. Again, a frustrated sound echoed around my cock, and I pushed in. Her back went to the door, locking her in place, and she moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my cock even fucking harder.

"Fuck, baby, you are such a perfect dirty girl for me right now. Do you like being trapped there, taking my cock as far as that pretty throat of yours can?"

Her eyes, wide yet filled with the kind of answer I'd never forget, gazed up at me. Her tear streaked cheeks and lips wrapped around me emblazoned in my mind. I paused, giving her space in case it was too much. I was too much. But she held herself in place, tilting her head slightly in my grasp, like a kitten scent marking her territory. The slow blink, the slight nod, and then the fire in her stormy depths were all the answer I needed.

"Mine," I growled as I filled her as far as she could take me, then a little more. Tears spilled from her eyes, but she didn't try to pull away. When she gagged from taking me further down, I almost pulled back, her head still trapped between the wall and my thighs. But she stopped me, her nails digging into the back of my legs as she gave me permission.

Fuck, this girl, no, this woman, had a fire in her I wanted to stroke. To inflame and burn myself with over and over.

The air in the room laid heavy between us as I began to fuck her mouth, thrusting and pumping into her as she squirmed but didn't tap my leg for relief. If anything, she closed her eyes and let out a sound around my cock of pure satisfaction. Like she needed to be used by me.

A fucking beautiful mess at my feet.

I needed to be inside her. Now. My cock slid from her lips as she let a disappointed sound leveled with the cutest fucking growl. Head falling a fraction to rest against the door pressed against her back. Eyes darkening, mascara running in trails down. Lips bee stung from using her mouth.

"Up," I growled, sounding like the goon on the ice I had once been. Hands gripped her elbows helping her up, then spinning her. Her palms slapped against the door as I reached around and undid the button of her frayed shorts, fumbling with the zipper next before she shimmied them down her legs. I hissed out a curse, my cock still erect and leaking from the sight of her perfect ass, the thin material of her thong beckoning me. The kind of full, roundness my hand twitched to mark, but when she looked over her shoulder I nearly came at the sight of her. Silently begging with her eyes to ruin her.

"My messy little good girl. Fuck, baby, I can't wait to make you dirty all over."

"Please fuck me," she pleaded, arching her back so that her pert behind hit my throbbing cock. I stifled a groan at the contact.

It was all the invitation I needed.

Her thin panties were gone in an instant, and she whimpered when I ripped them. I chuckled darkly as I smacked her ass, earning me a startled yelp. "Shh, baby. I'll buy you another pair." My hand went to my back pocket, pulling out my wallet to grab the condom I stashed there.

Only it wasn't. Shit.

"Fuck, baby, no condom."

The sounds of our ragged breaths filled the room.

"I'm clean. You can take that any way you want."

Her muffled voice, laced hit me, and fuck, so was I, but still…

"Please, I can't…I need…"

"Shit, baby," I murmured, running my hand under her shirt, pushing it up and baring her skin to my gaze. The moonlight and lamp in the corner I always kept on illuminated the tattoo along her spine. I traced it, weighing my options. My cock screamed at me to give us both what we so desperately wanted. Her ass backing up in invitation.

She turned her head again, and grabbed my cock with her hand, guiding me home. "Fuck me, Max. Please."

That word was my undoing. I slammed my cock forward as she released me to steady herself against the door. Pounding into her sweet heat again and again. Feral and needing to mark her. Fill her with my cum. Now. My hand fisted into her hair, pulling her head back until her neck was exposed. The primal need to feel her pulse in my hand overwhelmed me, and I wrapped my other hand around her neck. A strangled gasp left her as I pounded into her, leveraging my hold on her. Animalistic sounds fucking making my cock grow even harder, my balls tightening, her inner walls clenching.

"Mine," I growled. She met me thrust for thrust, pushing back and bracing herself against the door.

"Oh, my God," she said, like a prayer or maybe a plea as she fell apart around my cock. But, fuck, it sounded so damn sexy that I couldn't hold back any longer.

With a final thrust, I let out a roar, and spilled into her tight pussy as it clenched around me, squeezing and milking every fucking drop I had to give her. Sweat coated both our bodies as she came, glorious and beautiful and dirtied up by me.

And there was no way in hell I wasn't going to make the most of tonight.

The morning light cut through the room, unforgiving. A harsh reminder that the girl who had been in my arms only hours before left without a word. I scrubbed a hand over my face, her scent enveloped me. Teased and whispered. Not a figment of my imagination.

But gone, either way.

I threw back the blanket, ready to face the day. Alone.

My foot brushed something as I stood. I bent over, and picked it up.

A journal. I thumbed through the pages.

Inked words flowed on almost every page.

Property of Sophia Elizabeth

Looks like my Sunrise left something behind.