Dirty Swedish Player: A Big Stick Novel

by R. C. Stephens

  Nils inserts a finger inside me and my lower parts spasm. I moan so loudly, I don’t recognize my own voice, and then. . . wave after wave of pure bliss. His finger pumps inside me, his tongue laves at my clit, and I ride the wave as colors spark behind my eyes.

  I’m on a blissful cloud when I feel Nils’s body beside me. It takes me time to return to planet earth, and when I do, I am the most relaxed person in the universe.

  “How was that?” he asks, looking proud of himself.

  “Perfect.” I lean over and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

  I don’t want to talk. I just want to enjoy this time with him.

  The kissing causes my body to heat and the pulse between my legs picks up pace. I move quickly to remove his boxers and I’m not surprised when I see his thick, smooth, long cock. The hashtag doesn’t do him justice, but I get a little nervous because I’ve never been with anyone his size. He runs his hands up and down my ass as I move above him.

  “I should get a condom,” he says.

  I shift to the side and he reaches to the floor to grab his jeans. He pulls out a condom.

  “I always carry a condom with me, but I haven’t been with anyone in months,” he says, and his words ease something inside me. He rolls the condom over his swollen cock. “Do you want to ride me?”

  “I’m a little nervous,” I admit.

  “Okay.” He smiles and places a soft kiss on my nose like he thinks I’m cute. Then he hovers above me. I think he’s going to enter me but his hand dips between my thighs. “You’re so wet. Fuck. I don’t think I’ll last long.” His fingers move in a circular motion over my clit and my hips begin to gyrate.

  “Nils, I need you inside me,” I say breathlessly.

  He slides inside me, stretching my walls and filling me in the best way possible. He begins to roll his hips and the tug and pull of his cock inside me ignites a fire within me.

  My breathing picks up as he grunts. My hips move, meeting him thrust for hungry thrust.

  “You feel so good,” he groans. And he picks up pace. At this angle, his cock presses against my clit with every thrust, and I can’t take it anymore. The walls inside me begin to spasm and I let go as another orgasm hits me head-on. Nils’s body jerks, and then he comes, and it’s so perfect as I watch this handsome brooding man come apart for me. I hate to compare our situation to the sex tape I saw, but I do, and he is different now. He’s sweet and intimate; the way he looks at me makes me feel special. I only hope that it doesn’t seal my fate, and that heartbreak isn’t waiting for me on the horizon.

  Twenty-Two

  Sierra

  Nils has been in town all week and he’s been in my bed every night except for yesterday. He said I was wearing him out and he needed to be well-rested for his home game tonight against St. Louis. I needed the space anyway so I could go job hunting. There is no way I could allow him to continue paying me to be his fake girlfriend when we are sleeping together. My Aunt Becca told me about a fair-trade coffee shop that just opened and was looking to hire. Luckily, they hired me on the spot.

  I spent the afternoon training and spent last night working on a project for one of my classes late into the night. Now, it’s noon on Sunday and I need my coffee fix. Trudging out of bed with my eyes half shut, I do a double take when I spot Sunny sleeping at the kitchen table. That’s weird. I didn’t even hear her come in this morning.

  I open the kitchen cabinet quietly to take out a mug and I start our little coffee maker. Then grind some beans. Nothing like having fresh-ground coffee beans in the morning. It’s the one thing Sunny and I agreed on and that’s why we splurged on a top-notch machine. She shifts in the chair and lifts her head.

  “Sorry.” I wince.

  She rubs her neck. Her blue eyes are swollen and small. Her hair is a knotty mess.

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  “I got into a fight with Declan,” she says. “He was just being so ridiculous.”

  “I’m sorry. That sucks. Can I ask what happened?”

  “Everything was really good. We had all this time to ourselves. We spent the whole day in bed, our first night together, and skipped classes, which I know was bad, but it was nice to have that time together. We hadn’t agreed to be exclusive, but I assumed we were heading in that direction. I didn’t want to seem pushy, you know?” she says, looking up at me. My stomach sinks because it sounds a lot like Nils and me.

  “It’s tough; I get it. I mean, it would be hard for me to really be with someone if I didn’t have a commitment from them,” I say, and I feel like such a hypocrite.

  “You and Nils are adorable. It’s so amazing that you were able to get him to commit,” she says. My guilt rises. Sunny and the rest of the fandom think he and I are a real couple.

  “Yeah,” I say, and my stomach begins to turn. “Would you like coffee?”

  She nods. “Please.”

  I make us the coffee and place the mug in front of her, then I take a seat opposite her at the kitchen table.

  “Did you ask Declan to commit?” I ask.

  She bites her bottom lip and stares at me warily. “I didn’t ask him. I don’t want to be that girl. I want him to want to be with me,” she says, and I want to say hear, hear, but I keep my mouth shut. I’m feeling her pain. The past few days have been amazing with Nils, but I need more.

  “I get that,” I say.

  “After we, you know . . . last night.” She bobs her head. “He started talking about you and Nils. How it’s so crazy that a guy with his reputation just gave up his bachelorhood and settled down.”

  “It’s not like we got married.” I guffaw.

  “He knows that, but he was basically saying how crazy it is that a guy like Nils would want a girlfriend.” She pauses and the self-deprecation that is always there somewhere inside me surfaces. I finish her sentence in my head. Why would Nils want a goody two-shoes girlfriend like me? How can I be pissed about Declan thinking that, when I’ve had the same reservations? Nils and I are an unlikely couple. It worked with me being his fake girlfriend but now, with all the chemistry combusting between us, I once again wonder if we could be more. Knowing the way Nils feels, it probably never will be. I don’t know if I can accept that.

  “Trust me, I’ve thought the same thing,” I say, because I don’t have something better. I’m so deep into the lie I’m sinking in quicksand.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you question your relationship. Declan is an asshole, and I told him that,” she says, and I feel worse and worse by the second.

  “You fought with him because of me.” I swallow hard, my voice shaky.

  “Not because of you, but because of the idea of you. Declan doesn’t want a relationship. A guy like him never will. Where does that leave me?”

  “I hate to ask this, but has he been sleeping with other girls?” I grimace. I know Nils says he hasn’t, which makes it a lot easier to be with him. He’ll say he only wants me one minute, and then the next, he’ll say he has to focus on hockey and has no time for something real. It’s so frustrating.

  “I don’t think so.” She shrugs.

  “Have you asked him about it?”

  “I’ve asked him. He says he only wants me and that we should just enjoy our time together, but to me, those words seem final. Like, when does our time end? And who decides?” She raises both palms to the sky and lifts her brows. “I’m getting in deep, Sierra. I’ve got real feelings for him. When he spoke about Nils the way he did, I felt like it was a way for him to tell me how he truly feels in an indirect way, and it stung so bad. My heart is broken. Gah!” Her head falls and hangs between her shoulders.

  I stand and embrace her in a hug. What she’s going through makes me think of Nils and me, and I want to kick myself because I’ve just set myself up for the same heartbreak. Now what am I supposed to do?

  Twenty-Three

  Nils

  We’re in the locker room, prepping for the big game tonight. St. Louis too
k the Stanley Cup last season, which means tonight is going to be a challenge because their goalie is so fucking good that nothing gets past him.

  “Hey, man.” Oli claps me on the back.

  “How’s it going?” I ask.

  “Life is good. Sucks to be back to reality. I would have liked more time away with Sloane, but hey, we got to make a living, right?” he winks.

  “I don’t know. Hockey is my life, not just a living,” I say. It was all I had growing up. It kept me going.

  “How do you manage a girlfriend with that kind of attitude?” Matt cuts in.

  “Just fine, thanks.” I give him the finger and he laughs. “I’m not getting pussy whipped. Not a fucking chance.”

  “I heard you and Sierra did the deed. Thank fuck,” he whispers.

  “Fuck. I can’t believe she told Sloane.” I shake my head. I’m not necessarily mad. I’m just not into sharing personal details about Sierra.

  “So, no more fake bullshit,” he says quietly.

  “No, man. That is still on,” I say.

  His brows furrow. “How does that work exactly?”

  “Come on, don’t play that card with me. She’s hot. We have an arrangement, and we have some fun on the side. Everything is cool.” With my skates done up, I stand and grab my helmet. “Come on, let’s go kick some ass.” I wave for him to come.

  The team heads out to the ice. We skate our asses off. St. Louis is a strong team. We fight hard for the puck and their damn goalie blocks every pass shot his way, but then we do a play that Coach planned with me and Myles beforehand. Myles is close to the net. He’s clear to shoot, but he doesn’t. Instead, he skates around the back of the net, comes around, and shoots me the puck. It all happens so fast it seems like a blur, even to me. The puck flies past a player on the St. Louis team. I catch it with my stick and shoot at an angle. It hits the back of the net and we score. The home crowd goes wild and we win the game.

  The first thing I do is look for Sierra in the crowd. I spot her beside Kelsey, both of them cheering and jumping up and down. I skate by the plexiglass in front of her seat and wink. The warmth in her eyes hits me in the chest.

  I gave Sierra instructions to meet me by the locker room, like I usually do when she attends a home game.

  I spot her when I leave through the locker room doors after changing. She’s wearing a plaid mini skirt with a pair of Dr. Martens. She sees me and walks over from a spot she was waiting at, off to the side and away from the media crews.

  “Hi, beautiful.” My eyes rake up her body. My arm comes around her waist as I pull her in for a kiss. She lets the kiss linger and to me it feels like another win tonight. “Fuck, you look hot.”

  She smiles and rolls her eyes. “It’s a new outfit. I’m kind of freezing my ass off, but I really wanted to wear it.”

  “I’m glad you did, and I’ll blast the heat in the car. You’re still coming over now, right?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I took a cab so I don’t have my car,” she says.

  “Cool.”

  We head out to my Tesla. I pull into traffic.

  “You should’ve packed an overnight bag,” I say, placing my hand on her bare thigh.

  “I have a class first thing in the morning. I really can’t stay the night,” she says, looking out the window. “I can always Uber back to my apartment if you’re tired.”

  “I’m not tired. I can drive you home. I’m pumped. Did you see the goal? It felt awesome,” I say.

  “It was an awesome play,” she says, but she isn’t her normal enthusiastic self. I just can’t put my finger on why.

  I pull up in the drive and look at her. Her eyes grow wide. My house was designed by some famous architect. It’s got a smooth, sleek design with concrete, stone, and wood finishing’s.

  I park in the driveway.

  “This is stunning,” she says.

  I laugh. “Let’s go inside first, then you can tell me what you think.”

  I open the door and wave for her to step in first. I hit a set of lights in the entrance way, then I turn to watch her reaction. Her eyes are round, and she looks like she’s in awe.

  “Nils, this is . . . wow. The space is so functional.” She walks deeper into the house and her head tilts up to the ceiling where I have a glass roof. It’s one of the most impressive points in the house. On clear nights like tonight, you can see millions of stars twinkling in the sky. It reminds me of my youth in Hogsby, when I used to sneak out of the house late at night and sit in the field just to watch the stars. It was the only time I felt at peace.

  “Did you buy the house ready or was it you who hired the architect?” she asks.

  “I wish I could say it was me involved in the design. I bought the house ready. It belonged to a businessman who had way too much money. He was leaving Chicago to focus on his philanthropy work. I saw the roof during the day and loved it. I came back that night and saw all the stars in the sky. Even though my hometown was a dump, something about being able to see the stars called to me. I knew it was the right house,” I say. I rub the scruff on my cheek and leave out the part about how after I moved in, I realized what a mistake it was to buy such a big house for one person. Sometimes the walls echo, and the loneliness can be suffocating.

  “It’s really wonderful.” Her eyes gleam. “I know it sounds crazy, but I always pictured myself living somewhere in the country. I hate how busy the city can be. This house would be perfect if it was transplanted outside the city. Imagine how many stars you’d see then, without all the city lights interfering,” she says, and I imagine the sky in Hogsby. She’s right. There is no comparison. I would never want to go back to Sweden but the idea of living in the country somewhere does appeal to me.

  “Show me around.” She smiles.

  I give her the grand tour from the pool and hot tub in the backyard, to the master bedroom with my king-size bed.

  “You know what I want right now?” I say, stalking toward her as she stands in front of the patio door in my room that leads to a small balcony overlooking my backyard.

  She turns to look at me and her eyes rake over my body. I love when she gives me that hungry look.

  “What do you want?” she asks, batting her lashes. The little vixen knows exactly what I want and she’s taunting me.

  “I want to take you up against that window,” I say.

  “Hmm.” She taps her fingers on her lips. “I’m guessing you must have had many girls in this room. How many have you taken up against the window?” She looks me in the eyes and my heart stammers.

  “None,” I say.

  “None?” she repeats. “How so? I’ve heard about your legendary parties. Seen Twitter feeds about you waking up with more than one girl.”

  I shouldn’t be surprised that she knows about my antics, but in a way, I am.

  “Those girls never made it to my room. I lock my room with a key during parties. No one comes in here but me and the maid,” I say.

  “And have you done your maid?” She raises her brows.

  I place my hand on my hips and shake my head. “No! I have not done my maid. If you need to hear it, then fine,” I say, sounding a little irritated. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever had in here.” The words feel gritty when they leave my lips. Why did I bring her up here? I could have taken her on the kitchen counter or on my very large couch in the family room. I could have flirted with her in one of the guest rooms and taken her on the bed there. But it’s in here where I fantasize about her at night when I’m alone.

  “Is that true?” she asks.

  “Have I ever lied to you?” I counter.

  She thinks for a second. “No. You’ve always been honest.”

  “Gee, thanks.” I snicker. “Now come here.”

  I pull her by her waist until her body is flush with mine. She stares into my eyes and the heat in hers matches my own. I don’t kiss her. Instead, I take one of her full breasts in my hand and knead it before rubbing my finger over her nipple. Her breath
ing changes. I handle her breasts roughly and push her bra out the way.

  My mouth crashes down on hers, as hunger consumes me. Sucking on her lower lip, I kiss her breathless. We are both panting as her hands grab onto my hair and yank slightly. I love when she does that.

  My hands move from her breasts, and I grab on to the back of her thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist, and her heat rubs against me through the fabric of my jeans. My mind goes to my fantasy, as I walk her to the window and press myself against her. I’m rewarded with her sweet moans as she kisses me and moves her hips against me, needing the friction.

  “I need to get you naked,” I mutter breathlessly into her mouth.

  “Yesss,” she answers, and I lower her from the window. I get to work removing my own clothes, figuring it will be faster that way. I won’t have to wait as long to get inside her.

  She works on removing her sweater, then her bra. The sight of her breasts makes my cock twitch. I take a deep breath. She unbuttons her jeans, then removes her panties in one fell swoop. It’s only been two days since I’ve been inside her and yet, I can’t wait to plant my cock deep inside her pussy. When we’re both naked, I close the space between us and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I take her thighs and lift her so she can wrap her legs around me.

  I press her against the window, and she gasps. “It’s cold.”

  “I’ve fantasized about taking you like this. I’ve gotten myself off to thoughts of taking you on this window. Just thinking my hand was you coating me with your juices made me so hard, I came like a fucking animal,” I say.

  At my words, she begins to rub herself in a quick motion against my cock. She’s panting. Her juices coat me just like in my fantasy.

  “I need you inside me,” she says.

  I don’t have a condom on. For the first time in my life, I also don’t have the patience to get one. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yes,” she answers.