Jack: An Enemies To Lovers Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Hockey Book 2)

by Violette Paradis

“I love dancing with guys. I just don’t want to dance with you.”

  “Me?” He touches his chest in surprise. “What’s wrong with me?”

  “I don’t like dancing with guys who ditch one woman to dance with another. It’s disrespectful.”

  “Oh, you mean her?” He turns around and points at a woman sitting at a table with seven other women. They’re all wearing matching pink pins that say ‘I Do Crew’. “She’s the bride from a bachelorette party. She has to perform a dare at every bar they go to, and this one was to dance with a stranger.”

  I pull back and stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he’s telling the truth. As the music plays and the lights flash over his smiling face. The tension in my chest disappears.

  He puts his hand out. “Ready to dance now?”

  Biting my lip, I stare at his hand.

  The band starts playing a song called Golden-Haired Beauty.

  “Come on!” He says. “It’s your song. It’s a sign!”

  Smiling, I set my empty wine glass on a nearby table and take his hand.

  JEMMA

  Right away his hands are on my waist and he’s looking into my eyes quite intimately. I want to look right back but the intensity is too much. I look down at our feet and notice what a good dancer he is. He moves to the music as if he’s made of liquid.

  I look back up into his eyes. I bite my lip and smile. It’s been so long since a man looked at me this ravenously.

  He pulls me closer so that his face is close to mine. I can smell the hops on his breath. I can smell his delicious masculine odor.

  He leans in and breathes into my ear. “What’s your name?”

  I press my lips against his ear. “Jemma. You?”

  “Jack.”

  We pull back and look into each other’s eyes again. I give him a friendly nod. He leans in again. His hands press into my back, pulling me closer.

  “You’re really beautiful,” he says.

  I give him a polite smile. Even though I know he’s probably trying to get into my skirt, I can tell he’s being sincere.

  The song ends and another slower one starts almost instantly.

  I put my hands on his shoulders and move them up around the back of his neck. I can feel how warm he’s getting. His masculine scent is stronger than ever. I can feel his breath on mine.

  A woman begins to sing.

  Jack’s hands move down my back, sending a thrill through my body.

  I look up into his eyes. Although this is so unlike me, I feel energized by the music and the fact that a handsome stranger’s hands are on me.

  He’s looking at me with hungry eyes.

  I wet my lips as I stare at his. He knows exactly what I’m thinking because he leans in and kisses me.

  His lips feel plump and soft and perfect.

  Breaking the kiss, his lips find my ear.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he whispers.

  For a second I’m stunned by how forward he is.

  I lean in and cup his ear. “But we’re having so much fun dancing. And you’re such a good dancer…”

  He smirks as he leans in again. His breath tickles my heated skin.

  “We can stay if you want,” he whispers. “But we can also have much more fun doing something else.”

  I pause. He leans in again.

  “I can tell we have good energy together,” he says.

  My cheeks flare with heat. He’s right. We do.

  I don’t know if it’s the wine or the fact that I haven’t been laid in months, but I giggle and touch my burning cheeks. He picks up on my reaction.

  “Trust me,” he says. His lips softly brush against the shell of my ear. “I’m a very talented boy.”

  He pulls back to see my reaction but I pull him back so that my lips are on his ear.

  “We barely know each other,” I whisper.

  “This is how we get to know each other,” he whispers back.

  I bite back a smile. I’ve never been propositioned like this before. And in any other normal circumstance, I would be completely disgusted with myself for even entertaining the thought of rewarding this kind of behavior. But tonight, something feels different. This is the decision that will put a barrier between my old life and usher in the new one.

  “Okay,” I say, pressing my mouth against his ear.

  Oh my god.

  I smile and wrinkle my nose, shocked at my own behavior. I can’t believe I’m about to have a one-night stand with a man I just met. But he’s just so confident and sexy that I can’t remember that last time I felt this turned on.

  Without hesitating a moment longer, he confidently grabs my hand and leads me off the dance floor. Giggling, I follow as he pulls me along. Looking around, I spot Madison and Naomi and wave at them. Naomi gives me a thumbs up while Madison puts down her cocktail to make a heart with her hands.

  Exiting the bar, I’m greeted with fresh air that cools my heated skin. The full moon is bathing everything in a luscious glow. A small crowd is standing outside the bar chatting and smoking. One couple is graphically making out and a member of the I Do Crew is crying and yelling into her phone while two of her friends try to console her.

  Jack keeps a firm grip on my hand as he guides me through the crowd and down the cobblestone lane. As we move further away from the music and chatter, I can hear the crashing of waves on a distant shore.

  Finally, Jack stops and releases my hand before looking around, as if lost.

  “So, where do you live?” I ask.

  He looks down the street. “I think it’s that way.” He runs a hand through his wild hair and looks in the opposite direction. “Or maybe it’s that way.”

  I laugh. “You don’t know?”

  “Honestly, yeah.” He looks at me with a cute smile on his face. “I just moved here this morning.”

  “How can you not know your address?” I laugh.

  “I forgot to get my roommate to send it to me.” He knits his brow and gives me a peculiar smirk. “You’re kind of judgy, you know that?”

  “Well, you’ve given me lots of reasons to be judgy!”

  “Lots?” He laughs. “I was dancing with that woman as a dare!”

  “I mean… you’re still out at a club picking up girls, aren’t you?”

  “Hey, you’re no angel yourself.”

  “That’s true, but I never do this,” I say defensively.

  “You’re doing it right now.”

  “Well…” This catches me off guard. “This is a special occasion.”

  He smirks. “Then I must be a special guy.”

  I laugh. “Is this the part where I invite you back to my place?”

  “If you want it to be.” His hand slips around my waist, sending a pang of heat through my body.

  “How do I know you’re not some psycho?”

  He laughs, pressing his nose against my cheek. “I assure you I’m not.”

  “That’s exactly what a psycho would say.”

  He laughs again as he pulls back and looks at me.

  “I’m an athlete,” he says. “I don’t get out much. I haven’t dated in a few years. And going out like this is rare for me, especially during the hockey season.”

  Now both hands are around my waist. His grip tightens.

  “I assure you that I rarely do this.” His voice is soft and low as he brings his hand up to gently touch my face. “But something about you attracted me. You’re beautiful, energetic, and… yes, a bit judgy.”

  I let out a soft laugh as I look up into his eyes.

  “Being judgy doesn’t bug you?” I ask.

  He smirks. “I can handle it.”

  We stare at each other for a moment as the tension tightens between us. Biting my lip, I decide to make a decision.

  “Come on,” I say, taking his hand. “This way.”

  Deciding against guiding him through the front of my yoga studio, I guide him away from Apple Tree Lane and around the back alley leading to the b
ack entrance of my apartment.

  As we walk, he places his hand on the small of my back. The move is subtle but sensual. It only makes me want to walk faster so that he can touch me more.

  Smiling to myself, I try to remember the last time I had a night like this. A night of lust, a night of melding the masculine and the feminine. A night of raw, sexual attraction.

  Crazy things happen on the full moon.

  “Over here,” I say. As I fish my key out of my purse, Jack places his hands on my waist, pulling me back against him. There’s something sexy about his urgency, his impatience. He pushes my long hair off my neck so that he can kiss the spot right below my ear.

  Closing my eyes, I lean back against him and allow him to kiss me. I let out an involuntary moan as his arms wrap around me. As I unlock the door, he pushes me inside and closes the door behind him.

  “Do we have to be quiet?” He asks in a low sexy voice. He’s looking down into my eyes with that penetrative stare.

  I shake my head. “No. This place is all mine.”

  “Good.” He lifts me and places me on the kitchen table where I was crying just a few hours ago. “Let’s get this off.”

  He grabs my top and pulls it off, exposing my plain black cotton bra.

  “I hope you know this is just a one-time thing,” I say.

  “That’s fine,” he growls, kissing my neck. His hands are pushing up my long skirt so that he can touch my thighs.

  I lean back on the table as he kisses me.

  “I’m not used to doing it like this,” I say.

  “Like what?” He asks.

  I don’t even know how to answer. Sex with Brendon was slow, routine. Every move was exactly the same each time.

  This? This is fast, spontaneous, sexy.

  “I don’t know,” I admit.

  “That’s okay.” He pulls back for a moment as he pulls off his shirt, showing off his toned biceps and defined abs. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

  He tosses the shirt to the side and leans in again, biting at my neck. I wrap my arms around him as I close my eyes and enjoy what he’s doing to me.

  He bites at my neck before licking his way down to my breasts. With one fluid move, he unhooks my bra and tosses it aside, exposing me to the cool air and his hot breath.

  His lips and hands are on my breasts instantly. Leaning back against the table, I drop my head back and close my eyes, arching myself into his touch.

  Moving slowly, he circles his tongue around one nipple before moving to the other. He’s touching me with such purposefulness, it feels like he’s worshiping me. And I want to do the same to him.

  Pulling myself up, I kiss his salty neck as I run my hands through his soft hair. My lips find his again and we make out. His body finds its way between my legs as he wraps my legs around him.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  Lifting me, he carries me across the room and pushes me up against the wall, pinning me there with his hips. I can feel his hardening bulge press against me.

  His hand moves along my exposed thigh. I look up into his eyes. His lips are just inches away, allowing me to hear his jagged breath.

  “I want to make this worthwhile for you,” he says.

  Absently, I nod. “Okay—”

  He lifts me with one swift movement, causing me to yelp out in surprise. He lifts me so high that I can touch the ceiling. He rests my legs on his shoulders as his lips find the area between my legs. I rest my back against the wall and my hands on his head.

  “Jack, what are you—”

  I feel his fingers fiddling with the fabric of my underwear followed by the warm wet relief of his tongue against my exposed skin.

  “Oh—” I moan, dropping my head back.

  Closing my eyes, I sink into him as I let him work his magic between my legs.

  Over the sound of his breathing, I can hear the soft sound of the fan blowing through the room. The pale rays of the moon spill in through the window, reflecting off the yellow, black, and pink crystals on the table by the door. The smell of leftover sage mixes with the smell of sex. I feel the power of Jack’s masculine presence kneeling at the altar of the feminine, worshiping in the form of selfless pleasure.

  I stretch and press against him as he thrusts his tongue deeper.

  He’s right. He is talented.

  “Jack.” I run my hands through his hair, pushing his head back so that he can look me in the eye. “My turn.”

  He pulls me off his shoulders as I slide down his rock hard body.

  Moving my hands up his thighs, I see the material of his jeans straining against his bulge. Slowly unbuttoning his pants, I pull them off along with his boxers until I’m face to face with… him.

  Taking him into my hands, I lick my lips and move slowly over him, wanting to make him as wet as he made me.

  Jack instantly moans, releasing tension through his body.

  Good, I think to myself. That’s what I want.

  The more I move my tongue, my lips, the more he moans.

  I’m surprised by how sexy I find his vocal reactions. They’re a stark contrast to the silence of my dead bedroom and my zombie ex-boyfriend. Jack is full of life, full of movement, full of music.

  As I move more enthusiastically to elicit more of a response, I become more aware of the power that I wield. I have a beast of a man moaning with pleasure due to my actions. The power fills me with absolute lust.

  Pulling myself up, I face him. Impatient with lust, he leans in and kisses me, pressing his hard body against mine.

  “Come,” I say. “Upstairs.”

  We stumble up the stairs and, once again, he takes no time putting his hands on me.

  “Jemma,” he moans into my hair, lifting me against him as he crashes us both onto my small single bed. He’s kissing my breasts again, allowing me to smell his hair and the heady mix of hops, sweat, cedar, and sex.

  His fingers are moving up my thighs and between my legs. He looks up into my eyes as his fingers continue exploring me. I bite my lip.

  The power dynamics between us keep shifting. I feel like I’m at his mercy now as he teases me with pleasure.

  Even though I’m trying to hold back my reactions, I can’t help but moan in pleasure.

  “Does that feel good?” He asks in a deep and dangerous voice. The lower register of his voice stirs something animalistic in me.

  “I think you have to try harder,” I say.

  He smirks. “Judgy even in bed.”

  “You promised me you were talented.”

  He smirks again, lowering his head to kiss my belly as he moves further down my body. I press my head back into the pillow as I lift my hips to meet him.

  He gives me the experience of his tongue again before lifting onto his knees and pressing himself against me. He slips against me a few times before pushing inside and releasing a wave of pleasure through my body.

  Reaching for me, Jack grabs me and flips us over so that I’m sitting on top of him, straddling him, while he’s on his back. I place my hands on his chest, feeling even more powerful than before. I let my long hair fall into the space between us, allowing it to tickle his chest.

  I look down at him and our eyes connect. It’s a strange and surreal sensation like we’ve unlocked the secret of the universe. We are the lock and key, and we fit together perfectly.

  Moving with the rhythm of the crashing waves outside and Jack’s guiding hands, I ride him. I move like I have no inhibitions whatsoever. I arch my back as if I’m experiencing sex for the first time, the way it’s meant to be felt. I feel just as free in my movements here as I did on the dance floor.

  I feel good. And I can tell by the noises coming out of Jack’s mouth that he feels good too.

  Drunk with the power of the divine feminine, I rock my hips against him harder and faster. I’m steering this ship and it’s only going in one direction. I drop my head back, allowing my long wavy hair to tickle his thighs.

  His
hands are on my hips, guiding me as I grind against him. He’s pressing his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. I squeeze mine shut too. I don’t need to see him to feel the strength of him between my legs, the strength of him deep inside me. My body squeezes around him, drinking him in until pleasure shoots through me and I’m shaking and curling my toes.

  “Jemma,” he moans.

  Jack grabs my hips and pulls me tight onto him as his body tenses harder than ever. With one last deep thrust, he holds me against him before finally letting go. Pleasure radiates through both of us. His body relaxes as he melts into the mattress like jelly.

  I collapse against him as he holds me in his sweaty arms, his nose nestling against my hair.

  Our chests rise and fall as we breathe heavily against one another for what seems like an eternity. Jack gently combs his fingers through my hair as I rest against him.

  “I hope you’re not disappointed with your special pick for your special night,” he says. “I hope I was worthwhile.”

  I chuckle softly as I look up at him. “If I said I wasn’t satisfied, could we do it again?”

  He smirks devilishly. “I think I can make that happen.”

  JACK

  A bell rings, jolting my heart and waking me from an unrestful sleep. The tiny single bed isn’t ideal for a big guy like me—especially when I have to share it so intimately, but at least the company is nice.

  Settling deeper against Jemma, I pull her close against me and bury my nose in her hair as I inhale her delicious scent of lavender and vanilla. Her skin feels deliciously soft against mine.

  I kiss her soft shoulder as I close my eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep.

  The bell rings again, causing Jemma to wake up.

  “Oh, shit.” She wiggles out of my embrace, pushing my arm off her as she scrambles out of bed.

  The bell rings again.

  I roll over and rub my tired face. Sun is started to filter in through the small window on the opposite wall.

  “What’s that noise?” My words are slurred and tired. I can see a naked Jemma pulling on her underwear. Her long wavy blond hair is falling into her face.

  “You have to get up,” she says.

  “Can’t I just sleep in?” I close my eyes again. “Come, join me. There’s no need to rush away so quickly.”