Ruthless Player: A College Hockey Romance (Westfall U Series)

by R. C. Stephens

  Granny Mae came out to visit again after CC was born, but I assured her that Holland and I would be okay taking care of CC together. Besides my grandmother is older and we didn’t want to burden her.

  Now I sit on the couch watching Wolfe on television with my baby girl wrapped in a blanket in my arms. I’ve had a good enough season that I can enter the draft if I want to. Even though I didn’t make it to the Frozen Four. The question is, do I want to draft? Holland thinks that if I don’t draft I will regret it and she is really big on me not having any regrets. The thing is, I feel the same way about her. She’s decided to take some summer courses since I am home and can be with CC. That way she can catch up a little and not have such a heavy load next year. She spent second semester volunteering at the children’s hospital and she really loved it.

  The door opens and in walks Holland. Her brown hair falls over her shoulders in lose waves, her doe eyes are so beautiful, and her body is perfect. Full large breasts from breastfeeding, a small waist that’s a little curvier now, and those long legs, always give me a stiffy.

  “Your mama is hot,” I say to CC.

  Holland rolls her eyes at me.

  “What did the doc say?” I ask. She went for her six-week post-natal appointment at two months because she was scared of being checked down there. The first days after delivery were hard for her and she was in a lot of pain. Her sister was around a lot and gave her some good advice, which was definitely helpful.

  “He said all clear.” She smirks.

  “Does that mean we finally get us time?” I ask.

  “I’m nervous.” She winces.

  “We can wait. We’ve got all the time in the world,” I assure her.

  “But I really want this, Cole,” she says. “Do you have any idea how bad I’ve wanted you and for so long?” she asks, and damn.

  “I want you too, baby. So bad. I’d tell you all the dirty things I’ve thought but not while I am holding our baby girl.”

  She laughs.

  “I’m serious.”

  “Oh, I know.”

  “I called Rebel and Paris and asked them if they could spend the night here with CC. Max is coming too,” she says.

  “But are we ready to leave CC?” I ask feeling paranoid.

  “I booked us a room at a hotel in Boston for the night.” She cocks her right brow.

  “Damn! Okay, we’re ready then,” I say nervously. No way am I giving up a night with Holland.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  “Baby, if we’re finally doing this I’m going to blow your mind so hard. There is no way you’re walking away from this night forgetting any of the details.”

  “Put your money where your mouth is, Davis,” she laughs.

  “Oh, I plan too,” I promise.

  Thirty-Three

  Cole

  Holland may have booked the hotel room but I want my girl to sit back and relax tonight. She is so amazing and gives so much to me and CC, but tonight she needs a break so I took it upon myself to order dinner from one of the finer establishments in Boston.

  We enter the hotel room and, as I requested, there is a table set up in the middle with fine linens and a hot meal.

  “What have you done?” Holland asks, looking back at me. “I thought we would order in pizza or something.”

  “I can do better than that,” I say.

  I place our overnight bag down on the floor and take her in my arms. We’ve been kissing a lot ever since CC was born, but it always ends at that. She’s admitted that she’s understandably terrified of having sex again. The doc put her on birth control but her fear stemmed more from the fact that she wasn’t sure if her lady parts were intact after birth, even though the gynecologist assured her they were.

  We head over to the table and I lift the silver dome covering the plate. “Chicken Marsala with risotto and a mixed green side salad in a berry vinaigrette,” I announce. Ever since she gave birth to CC she has been back to eating chicken again.

  “That’s perfect,” she sighs. “I’m starving.”

  “I figured you would be.” She can get so busy with taking care of CC that she forgets to eat.

  We sit down and eat our meal. “Stats came in and I can enter the draft,” I say. She’s been pushing me to do it since before CC was born, but I’m just not sure.

  She must sense the hesitation in my tone. “You know how I feel. I don’t want you to look back on your life and regret anything.”

  “I appreciate that, but how am I supposed to know if I’ll regret it or not? I obviously don’t want to be some bitter old dude,” I chuckle and take a bite of my chicken; it’s juicy and full of flavor and really hits the spot.

  “Exactly. I mean how many guys dream of becoming an NHL player?” she asks.

  “A shit ton,” I reply.

  “You love hockey, Cole. You thrive on the game. You’re happiest on the ice. Watching you play is a treat because you’re in your element,” she declares.

  “I’m happiest with you and CC,” I clarify. “Hockey is second to the both of you.”

  Her lips curve. “Damn, you’re such a sweet talker.”

  “It’s the truth and you know it.” Holland and I have had time to go from not getting along at all to being friends to having that friendship grow to the point that she is my best friend, but it doesn’t stop there because this girl has my heart in the palm of her hand and she knows it.

  “I love you too,” she smirks.

  “If I draft,” I say, putting the emphasis on the word if. “How will you manage? I’d start preseason training in July and then the preseason games start shortly after that. You have summer school and a full load next year.”

  “I was actually talking to Mary this week, and she said she’d be available to help me with CC most afternoons,” she says. “What do you think?”

  “That’s a great idea. You trust and love Mary, but isn’t she still working for your dad?” I ask.

  She turns her head back and forth. “She quit. Only reason she stayed was to try and find those damn trust papers to help Paris and me. She thinks Dad must have them in his safe because they’re nowhere to be found. Besides, she feels like she’s getting older and wants to work less hours. CC will be at the daycare at school until six and then I can bring her home to give her dinner. Mary can keep her busy while I get my work done. I wish I could be with CC more, but I feel like I’m building my future for her too.”

  “About the papers. . .” I place my fork down. “I asked one of the lawyers in the law firm how I track a missing trust and they put me in touch with one of the firm’s private investigators. I literally just got the call an hour ago.”

  “What did they find?” she asks her eyes big and round.

  “They’ve been digging for months, Holland. Like I asked for their help around the time you got your car back from your dad,” I say.

  “So they had no luck?” she asks, sitting on the edge of her seat. I feel bad for stringing her along but it’s going to make the news that much sweeter.

  “No, they had luck,” I say biting into my lower lip.

  “Cole, tell me now,” she demands and she throws a napkin at me.

  I smile. “Okay. Okay. I mean I like it when you get feisty like this,” I tease.

  “Cole,” she chides.

  “There is a life insurance policy that named you and Paris as beneficiaries, but that’s not all. You’re mama had some money in a bank account that she kept separately. Upon her death it was put into a trust that was held by Davis, Card, and Locke.”

  “I’m not following,” she says.

  “My mother helped your mother put money aside for you and Paris in a trust. Letters were sent to your house notifying you that you needed to claim it, but they were all declared lost. Do you think that maybe your mom knew your dad would be trouble and she wanted to make sure that you and Paris were taken care of?”

  “That’s exactly how it seems. Doesn’t it?” she says and she worr
ies her lower lip. “I can’t believe my father would stoop so low. What is his problem anyway?”

  “He honestly just sounds like the worst type of narcissist,” I suggest.

  “I’m lucky that our moms ended up together in the same room.”

  “You are,” I say. “The life insurance policy is to pay out a million each to you and Paris. Your father’s name wasn’t even on it. And the trust has another five hundred thousand for each of you.”

  She gapes at me with her jaw dropped. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

  She bursts into tears, which has been happening sometimes since she gave birth to CC. The doc said that feeling emotional after childbirth is normal because of the fluctuation in hormones. I come around the table and hug her. But my girl doesn’t stop crying while muttering curses about her father and how could he have done that to Paris, who has been living paycheck to paycheck while raising a little boy. I lift her up and carry her to the bed and I let her cry for her dad’s cruelty while I hold her in my arms.

  She finally relaxes and I can see how tired she is. “Let me draw you a bath,” I say to her.

  “It’s actually a Jacuzzi.”

  “Really?” I cock my brow.

  “Cole, you’ve been celibate for eleven months,” she reminds me.

  “Trust me.” I look down at my cock. “We know.”

  That comment buys me laughter and it’s the best sound ever.

  I go and fill up the Jacuzzi and pour in some of the lavender bath bubbles on the side of the tub.

  When the tub is full, I call Holland into the bathroom where I wait for her buck naked.

  She pauses at the door and just looks at me with her jaw dropped. I’ve never been naked in front of her. At least not since we conceived CC.

  “Say something,” I say to her.

  “You’re freaking hot,” she laughs.

  “Thank you,” I say. “Tonight is a night you will never forget.”

  “Is that so?” she purrs.

  “Baby, you don’t remember our first time together and that is super insulting for a guy, but I’m kind of over it. Still, I’m going to make sure I rock your world tonight. That is if you still want to make love with me,” I say.

  “Cole Davis,” she says with a mock Southern accent. “Did you just use the words make love?”

  This is why I love her, because she tests me all the damn time.

  “Don’t rub it in. I know I’ve gone soft. I blame you and CC for that,” I chuckle.

  “That’s sweet,” she says and she walks over to me, wraps her arms around me, and kisses me, which I enjoy very much. “These clothes have got to go.” I give her top a light tug.

  She laughs. “Do they now?” She gets to work slowly taking off her shirt. She sways her hips while she does and my upper teeth dig into my lower lip. Damn, my baby mama is fine. She drops her shirt on the floor and sways her hips some more before unclipping her bra. Her breasts are large and firm from breastfeeding. “I think these may have to be look but not touch,” she says about her breasts.

  “Come on,” I plead. “Maybe just a little, your breasts are on my fantasy list.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” she laughs.

  “Woman, I want your breasts in my mouth or at least let me lick them.”

  “That sounds hot,” she says. “But just so you know, I have zero control if they spray milk all over you.”

  Her eyes dart to my cock suddenly.

  “You’re hard.” She licks her lips.

  “You’re just noticing? Finish this little striptease show so that I can get you in the bathtub for some foreplay.”

  I watch her close enough to see her press her thighs together.

  She gets to work opening the button on her jeans and then she lowers her underwear. Just like I remembered, she isn’t fully shaved, she has a small patch and it’s fucking hot.

  I take her hand and she gets into the water. “Mmm, this feels nice.”

  I get in after her. The Jacuzzi is a circular shape and quite large. I get in beside her but then I pull her in front of me. She leans her head against my chest.

  “It feels so good to relax,” she says.

  “Did you check in on Rebel and Paris?” I ask because now that I am a dad, CC seems to be on my mind almost all the time.

  “Before we got in here I shot them a text. CC took the bottle I left like a champ. She was crying a little but she passed out,” Holland says.

  “Good,” I say and lower my head and press kisses down the side of her neck. It lolls to the side and I see that she has closed her eyes. My kisses turn to little nips as I taste her skin and a soft moan escapes her.

  I groan. “Damn, you’re sexy. I think I should’ve gotten myself off one more time today because having your naked body against me already has me riled up.”

  “Gah, if you only knew how many times I had to get myself off when I was pregnant,” she says, and then she pauses, and her eyes open with a deer in the head lights kind of look.

  “Oh no, don’t stop. Tell me more,” I encourage.

  She giggles. “I was so horny.”

  “You had me right next door, Donovan. You could have had me anytime you wanted me.”

  “I know,” she whispers. “I was scared.”

  “I’m not going anywhere. You and CC are my life.”

  “I see that now,” she says, but I hear something in her voice. She still doesn’t believe it one hundred percent.

  “Even if it takes my entire life to prove it to you, I will,” I assure her.

  “Shut up and kiss me. That glorious penis of yours is pressing into my back and I am super horny,” she admits.

  I laugh for a brief moment but I don’t waste any time claiming her lips. She twists and turns and straddles on my lap.

  My lips move from hers to her neck and my hands grab hold of her breasts. I get sprayed in the face with some milk and she laughs. “You were warned.”

  “I don’t care. It’s hot,” I say and my cock pulses. I reach down, cupping her breasts and licking her nipples and her hips begin to grind on me. I move to the other nipple and her hands tangle in my hair, and fuck, I don’t know how long I can last.

  “At this rate we aren’t going slow,” I warn. “Are you still worried? I thought I would need to take you gently,” I say because of her after-birth fears that her vagina isn’t working properly.

  “Maybe we can take this to the bed. Physically I want it all hard and fast, but I am scared,” she admits.

  We stand up and get washed up. Somehow, this has become foreplay too because she lathers body wash in her hands and then scrubs my body, starting at my chest and moving down to my cock where she pumps her fist up and down. I am so hard I can come any second but I take slow deep breaths.

  I take soap and lather her up and then I rub her between her thighs, paying extra attention to her clit. She leans against me for support as I work her over. “Do you want me to make you come like this?”

  She nods. “Please.”

  I rub her harder and then I slide one finger inside her. She is nervous and I don’t want to overwhelm her. “Is this okay?”

  “Yes, yes,” she moans. “It feels so good.” And she is lost in the ecstasy. Her eyes are closed. Her hips move against my fingers and then she grabs on to my shoulders. “I’m coming, Cole. I’m coming,” she says and her legs go languid. I lift her in my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I use my one hand to finger her while my thumb rubs her nub. I will need to get her in this position one day for sex but we have time.

  She bounces against my finger—her orgasm loud and free. She’s so damn hot. Her breasts bounce in my face and I feel like I am going to come like a schoolboy.

  She comes down from her high and I grab some towels and walk her to the bed.

  “We’re soaking wet. The bed will get soaked,” she protests and her lower lip presses out.

  “So what?”

  “Get dry first,” she insists.<
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  I throw the towel on the bed and flatten it over the blanket. “Lie down and let me do my thing,” I order politely.

  “Your thing?” Her right brow arches.

  “Just relax, please. I want to make you feel good.”

  She lies on the bed vertically and I take her legs and turn her horizontal. “What are you doing?”

  “Just close your eyes and relax,” I say. I kneel on the floor next to the bed so that I am facing her body and I drape each of her legs over each of my shoulders. Then I go in and lick her pussy. My tongue moves lazily over her center in slow soft strokes. “That feels really good.”

  I continue to stroke her with my tongue, taking time to flick her clit. I feel her pulse beneath me as she grows wetter and wetter. Her hips begin to move. “I-I never knew this could feel so good,” she says and that distracts me.

  “You mean I do it better than everyone else who’s tasted you?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “You’re the first.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I say and get back to it, but as I pick up speed I pause. “Does this feel okay? Be honest. I know you’re worried about your lady parts.”

  “I thought they may have broken but it feels really good and it’s making me want to ride the hell out of your dick,” she says, and shit, does she know what she does to me? My cock pulses on its own.

  I remind myself that this is about her. After the pregnancy and giving birth she deserves the ultimate rewards. I continue to lick her faster, applying more pressure on her clit. “You taste so damn good,” I say and then I flatten my tongue and lick her from front to back. She moans louder and louder.