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PROLOGUE
Strawberry blond.
Hmph.
Had I noticed that last night? I slide my fingers through her hair, careful not to tug. I don’t want her to wake up. Not yet. I don’t want to make small talk. Morning after talk. Mainly I don’t want her to catch me looking at her like I’ve never seen her before in my life.
But that is exactly how it feels.
I wasn’t drunk. I didn’t black out. I just didn’t care enough to pay attention.
I haven’t cared enough to pay attention for way too long now.
I picked her up in the hotel bar. Said all the things I say to make women giggle and blush and hand over the key card to their room.
Pretty sure I pressed her up against the back of the elevator and slid my hands under her skirt, toying with the edges of her lace panties. Ghosting my lips across hers, making her whine. Just shy of begging for it. Because that’s what I usually do.
I remember having sex. Like I remember the act. Flashes of her under me, on top of me, my dick in her mouth, her pussy on my tongue, fill my brain. But I can’t feel any of it. I can’t feel it now. I didn’t feel it last night.
Despite my efforts to keep her from waking, she stirs next to me. Name. What the hell is her name? Did I ever even know it?
“Good morning,” she purrs.
“Hi,” I say. Travis definitely had the right idea of never staying the entire night. I used to do it that way too. When did I start staying? When did my life become a blur?
Her hand drifts across my abs, down my hip bones. She lets her long fingernails tickle along the hairs of my inner thighs. My cock jerks a bit in response, and she smiles.
“Ready for another round?” She sits up and prepares to straddle me.
I place my hands along her waist to halt her progress.
“I can’t.” I reach up to give her the kiss she wants from me. She has sparkling blue eyes and freckles across her chest and shoulders. A tiny diamond pierces her nostril. She’s beautiful. Too beautiful to be hooking up with random hockey players in a bar.
I’m sure she has her reasons. Just like I do. It’s expected of me. I’m the player. I’m the hookup king, crowned as such when Travis relinquished the throne to marry Brittany. It was a crown I happily accepted. I like sex. I like sex a lot. It’s also my drug of choice. My escape from reality. From the stresses of my life. Well, the one stress, my father. And it works.
It used to anyway.
Lately…it’s just…an act…a means to an unsatisfying end.
And what the fuck is that about?
I want more. I want to feel more. I want to feel…. something…anything.
Am I too old for this?
Am I bored?
Maybe it’s time for a break. Abstaining from sex and focusing on hockey certainly isn’t the worst idea in the world.
Chapter one
My damn knee.
It feels fine.
It doesn’t, actually. But nobody else needs to know that. Will ever know that.
That’s not true either, because Brittany knows it and she is the reason I am standing here in a damn suit watching everyone dress and wrap sticks and wrap fingers and talk smack and get themselves and each other ready for the game.
