Break My Heart: An Enemies-to-Lovers Coach’s Daughter Sports Romance (Western Wildcats Hockey)

Seven hours later and Nadia Petrovic’s name continues to repeat in my head. My thoughts are a swirling mess of disbelief and confusion.

One of the greatest figure skating coaches in the world is interested in me.

It doesn’t feel real.

As I step out of the library and into the cool evening air, I pull my jacket tighter around me. My mind is still stuck on everything Dad said at lunch, and my body continues to buzz with all the possibilities. Nadia had always been kind whenever our paths crossed at competitions, throwing a few compliments my way, but this isn’t something I ever expected.

She can work with her pick of athletes. Skaters who are still competing, still relevant. Why would she bother with someone like me, a girl who hasn’t been on the competitive circuit in over a year?

It doesn’t make sense.

Lost in my thoughts, I cut a path through the parking lot toward my car.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that part of me wants to at least speak with the Russian coach and hear what she has to say.

But there’s a larger part that’s grown comfortable with my life at Western. I may not have everything figured out yet, but I’ve found friends—real friends like Britt—and for once, I don’t feel the constant pressure weighing on me like I did when skating was my entire world.

And then there’s Hayes.

Thoughts of him send a warm tingle through my chest. I haven’t known him for long, but something about what we’re slowly building feels different. Solid. Real. It’s more than just sex. Although, the sex is incredible. He makes me feel safe, understood in a way no one else ever has. We’ve shared pieces of ourselves, parts of our past we don’t let anyone else see. With him, I don’t have to pretend.

I can just… be.

“Ava! Wait up!”

I halt in my tracks and glance around to find Hayes jogging toward me from the direction of the arena. A smile tugs at my lips before I can stop it.

Seeing him has that effect on me.

As he gets closer, his smile mirrors mine, and his presence puts me at ease. His blond hair is slightly damp from practice, curling a little at the ends, and even in the dim parking lot lights, I can see the energy buzzing through him.

“I didn’t know you’d still be on campus this late,” he says as he reaches me, his breath visible in the cool air.

“I had a lot of homework to get through, and I’ve got a test coming up, so I camped out at the library for most of the afternoon.”

He tilts his head toward the arena where a few guys are still making their way to their cars. “We just wrapped up practice.”

“What are you up to now?” I ask, shifting closer. “Any interest in coming over?”

I could use the distraction. Something to take my mind off the whirlwind of thoughts surrounding Nadia, and the unexpected decision that now looms over me.

My heart stutters.

It would mean leaving Hayes.

Why didn’t that occur to me before?

His gaze drops to the phone in his hand. “I’ve got something to take care of first. How about I come over around nine?”

A mixture of arousal and excitement dances in the pit of my belly. “What needs to be taken care of?”

Humor sparks in his green eyes as he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. It’s a simple but intimate gesture. His touch lingers on my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin.

“You know exactly what needs to be done.”

My pulse quickens at the intensity in his gaze, and for a moment, I forget about everything else.

Nadia.

Skating.

My parents.

Nathan.

Right now, it’s just Hayes and me, standing in the middle of an empty parking lot.

He leans in, his mouth sweeping against mine in a kiss that’s gentle but full of promise. I tip my head, deepening it, savoring the feel of him. Every time his lips brush against mine, it’s like the world falls away and nothing else matters.

When we finally pull apart, there’s a warmth in his eyes that makes my heart flutter.

My tongue darts out to moisten my lips as my palms settle on the broad expanse of his chest. “Can I watch?”

There’s a moment of silence as his brows rise. “You want to watch me jerk off on camera?”

My mouth turns cottony at the vivid image his words paint in my head. “More than anything.”

An answering heat ignites in his eyes. “Yeah, all right.” He presses a kiss against my lips. “Meet back at my house?”

I nod as he takes a step in retreat, his hand trailing down my arm before falling away. I can’t help but stare after him as he turns and heads toward his truck. My body hums with excitement.

It takes effort to pull myself from my thoughts and slide into my car. Just as I start the engine, my phone buzzes with a text.

TenInchesofCocky:

See you soon, Tink.

I smile at his contact name, which also happens to be his screen name, biting my lip as I pull out of the parking lot.

I might not know exactly what this is between us or where it’s going, but one thing is for certain—I’m not ready to let it go.

Anticipation hums through my veins as I follow him back to the old, blue Victorian. By the time I exit the vehicle, he’s standing at the driver’s side door. His arm slips around my waist as he leads me up the front porch stairs and into the house.

Now that everyone is home from practice, the place is bustling with activity and noise. A few of his teammates call out for us to join them. He shakes his head and waves them away with a smile.

By the time we reach the second floor, I’m unable to think about anything other than the image of Hayes stroking his hard cock, bringing himself to orgasm.

I have no idea why that turns me on so much, but it does.

Once he twists the lock on the door and drops his athletic bag on the carpet, he flicks a glance my way. Doubt fills his eyes. “Are you sure you want to stay and watch? You could always chill out downstairs for a while.”

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay.” With that, he grips the hem of his sweatshirt and yanks it over his head before letting it drop. The black Western Wildcats T-shirt is the next to get stripped away before it meets the same fate. Once his gray joggers are shoved down thick thighs, he stands before me in nothing more than white socks and black boxer briefs.

I point to his feet. “Are you keeping them on?”

He cocks his head and arches a brow. “What’s wrong? Not sexy?”

Laughter falls from my lips. “Not in the least.”

“How do you know? Maybe the fans will love it.”

I shake my head. “Take them off.”

“Fine.” He lifts one foot and removes a sock and then the other.

“Trust me, your fans will thank me.”

“Guess we’ll never know.”

My gaze drops to his briefs. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He slides his thumb beneath the elastic band and snaps it against his trim waist. “Nah. I was thinking tonight could be more of a let-your-imagination-run-wild kind of show.”

“How about you take them off and show me the goods?”

He lifts his chin. “You want them off so badly, why don’t you do it yourself?”

I shed my jacket before tossing it over the chair tucked neatly beneath his desk. It only takes a half a dozen steps to eat up the distance between us. My gaze stays pinned to his as I reach out and stroke his cock through the thin cotton material.

“That feels good, baby girl. But the fans like to watch me get hard on camera. It’s part of the fun.”

“Oh well.” I slip my hand into his underwear and wrap my fingers around his thick length. It feels more like steel. When the urge to take him into my mouth pounds through me, I drop to my knees. Not once do I release his gaze as I guide the head of his erection to my lips. My tongue darts out to lick the slit. Already, it’s beaded with moisture.

He loosens the band holding my hair in a ponytail. As soon as the blonde strands tumble around my shoulders, his fingers tunnel through them, tightening around my scalp to hold me in place. “Fuck, baby. That feels amazing.”

Unable to resist, I suck him deep inside until he nudges the back of my throat. “Have I told you how much I love your mouth? Especially when it’s wrapped around my big dick?”

His dirty words have more arousal gathering in my core. We’ve barely done anything and already my panties are soaked.

Just thinking about Hayes turns me on.

And I love it.

Love how easy everything feels with him.

A low groan vibrates through him as he gently pushes me away.

When I give him a questioning look, he growls, “If you keep that up, I’ll come, and that’s definitely not part of the regularly scheduled programming.”

My tongue flicks over his swollen tip. It wouldn’t take much for him to lose it, and there’s a part of me that wants to push him over the edge.

With another growl, he drags me to my feet. Before I can say anything, his mouth crashes onto mine. “You want to fuck with me, baby? Just remember, turnabout is fair play.”

A shiver of excitement dances down my spine as my pulse picks up tempo.

He smirks. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s the punishment I meant it to be. Maybe it would be best if you headed out.” He brushes another kiss against my mouth. “You’re too much of a distraction.”

I force my lower lip out in a pout. “Fine. I’ll be good. Promise.”

He glances at the clock on his nightstand. “I’ve got three minutes to lose the boner.”

Without thinking, I reach out to stroke his cock.

He shakes his head as his hand tightens around my wrist, and he brings my fingers to his lips before pressing a kiss against them. “As much as I love your touch, that’ll only make matters worse.”

After releasing my hand, he swings toward the desk to grab his computer. He clicks a few buttons before dragging the chair next to the bed and positioning it. Then he snags a pair of earbuds and settles on the mattress. The boxers are the last to get stripped away, leaving him completely naked.

My gaze licks over every inch of him. He’s so gorgeous. Staring at him is enough to get me all heated up. I drop down on an armchair in the corner of the room that’s out of view from the camera. He shoves the buds into his ears and reclines against the pillows before closing his eyes. His chest rises and falls with every deep breath he draws into his lungs.

Once his boner has wilted, he rolls toward the camera and hits a button or two before resettling.

I can’t help but watch in fascination as he strokes both hands over his chest. His muscles ripple beneath his fingertips. Arousal gathers in my core like wisps of smoke, and I shift on the cushion, trying to alleviate the growing ache.

He tweaks both nipples until they’re hard points before tugging at them.

It’s like there’s an invisible thread connecting his body to my core.

Who would have thought watching him stroke his chest would be such a turn on?

His hands continue their slow descent to his groin. It’s only when he reaches his destination that I notice his cock has stiffened back up again and is standing at attention.

Another wave of desire crashes over me, and I shift on the chair as my pussy throbs a harsh beat that vibrates throughout my entire body. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt so turned on in my life. It doesn’t take long before my fingers are twitching with the urge to touch myself.

When he swirls his fingertip around the tiny slit, spreading clear fluid on the blunt head of his dick, I just about come undone. Before I realize it, my fingers grip the hem of my sweater and I’m lifting it up my torso and over my head. His gaze snaps to mine, and heat sparks in his eyes when I unsnap my bra and drop it to the floor.

Unwilling to overthink my actions, I rise to my feet and remove my jeans and panties until I’m just as naked as he is. Only then do I resettle on the chair. I press my spine against the cushion before spreading my legs wide enough for each one to dangle over the armrests so I’m completely exposed.

He turns his head toward me as his fingers tighten around his cock, and he slowly strokes the hard length.

As I watch him pleasure himself, I can’t help but feel the rush of excitement build deep down inside of me. I pinch and tweak my nipples until they stiffen, mimicking the actions of his hands on his own body. Anticipation heightens with each second that ticks by.

The intensity in his gaze is palpable as green fire snaps from his eyes, and he picks up speed. My own hand drifts downward, to the part of me that pulses with a life all its own. That first brush of my fingertips against my sensitive lips is enough to have a groan rising from my chest. I force it back, not allowing it to escape.

He growls as his fingers loosen from around his erection and slide lower before cupping and squeezing each ball.

Holy fuck.

Heat floods my core as my fingers circle my drenched entrance before finally dipping inside.

He releases another garbled sound as I spread the wetness around before circling my clit with lazy strokes and flicking the little piece of jewelry. It’s so tempting to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations that ripple outward to the very tips of my fingers and toes. This is the first time I’ve touched myself and actually felt like I was about to come.

My gaze stays locked on Hayes. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. The sight of him playing with himself is so damn hot. I can understand why women pay good money to watch him.

When a scream builds within me, my teeth sink into my lower lip to keep it trapped inside.

I’m so damn close to shattering into a million broken pieces.

With a tilt of my hips, I spread my legs wider. Even from here it would be impossible not to notice the way his pupils dilate, the black swallowing up the green, as they smolder with heat.

When I can’t stand another second, my eyelids flutter shut as I tweak my nipple with my fingers while the other hand plays with my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge and into oblivion.

It’s almost a shock when a deep growl erupts from him. My eyelids fly open just in time to see him roll toward the computer and slam the lid shut before jumping to his feet and swallowing up the distance between us with three long-legged strides.

I gasp when he drops to his knees between my parted legs, his eyes focused and intense. His strong fingers grip my inner thighs as he spreads the lips of my pussy apart, exposing my delicate flesh. Without hesitation, he leans in and kisses my center, his tongue lapping up the wetness. He teases my clit with quick flicks of his tongue, sending bursts of pleasure through my body. I arch, wanting more, as he moves his tongue around my piercing. Just when my inner muscles begin to tighten, he pulls away and the cool air hits me, making me shudder. Before I can protest the loss, he gently slaps my clit with his fingertips, creating a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that only pushes me closer to release.

“You distracted me.” He swats me again.

Only this time, I anticipate it and press closer, craving the sting before pleasure rushes in to drown it out.

“You love it, don’t you?” he asks, a tortured groan following the question.

“I do,” I admit as the familiar ache between my legs intensifies. “I love it all.”

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

His lips fasten on me again as he sucks the tiny ring into his mouth. With his thumb, he gathers up some of the wetness before pressing it against my rosebud and penetrating the tight ring of muscle.

It doesn’t take more than that for me to splinter apart. And then I’m lost in an intense sea of pleasure. A scream tears from my throat before I can think of tamping it down.

At this point, I don’t give a damn who hears me cry out my orgasm. I only care about the spasms that rack my body.

As soon as the last tremor fades, Hayes rises to his feet until his hard cock bobs inches from my face. His fingers tangle through the thick strands of my hair to hold me in place.

“How about you finish what you started earlier?”

My lips quirk as he pulls me closer. When the bulbous head of his cock brushes my lips, I open wide, but he only gives me the tip.

When my lids drift shut, he snaps, “Eyes on me, baby girl. Pretty sure we already had a conversation about this. I want your gaze pinned to me the entire time you suck my dick.”

He continues to tease me, inching farther inside.

With a moan, my eyes plead with his.

“Need more?”

With one smooth thrust, he nudges the back of my throat.

The stretch of it feels amazing.

So does the lack of oxygen.

The way tears prick my eyes.

Maybe it shouldn’t.

Maybe it should be painful, and I should hate it.

But I don’t.

“Damn, that feels so good. Can you take more, baby?”

With his thick erection down my throat and his hands in my hair, it’s impossible to nod my head. I moan around his girth, hoping he understands he has my consent.

In the short time we’ve known each other, I’ve come to trust that this man will take care to walk that fine line and push my limits without stepping over any boundaries. That knowledge has the shackles falling away so I can free my mind and allow my body to soar.

I want to give him the same gift.

My attention stays locked on him as he presses so deep down my throat that my face is flush against his groin. I focus on drawing air in through my nostrils as he holds me in place.

“From the first moment I saw you, I knew you’d look beautiful with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”

Even though I just came, heat floods my core. The possessive light that fills his eyes is my undoing, and I moan around him.

He withdraws, allowing me to suck in a shuddering breath.

“Ready, baby? Ready to take me back inside?”

“Yes.”

When I raise my hand to wipe away the spittle, he shakes his head. “Leave it. I like the way you look when you’re all mussed-up.” His thumb swipes across my swollen lips, gathering up the wetness before pressing it to my mouth. “Open.”

I draw his finger inside before sucking it.

It’s only after his lids turn heavy that he slips it free before wrapping his hand around his erection and bringing it to my lips again. “Beg for it, baby. Beg to suck my cock.”

“Please. I want to taste you in my mouth.”

He lifts a brow. “That really the best you can do?”

I shake my head as desperation floods through me. “Please, Hayes. Please let me suck your big dick. I need it.” There’s so much truth in the plea. I do need it. I need him. “I love the way my lips stretch around it and the way it feels to take you deep into my throat. I want to feel you come so I can drink down every last drop.”

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl. Know that, baby? Now, open wide. I’m going to give you exactly what you begged so prettily for.”

I do as instructed as his fingers tangle in my hair, and he slides between my lips. I never thought I’d enjoy the feel of it, but I do.

With one continuous movement, he glides all the way down my throat until my nose is buried in his groin and breathing becomes impossible.

“A few more strokes and I’m going to give you exactly what you crave. What you need.”

I moan as he retreats. This time there’s no reprieve or chance to catch my breath. He uses my mouth for his own pleasure, and I revel in every single second of it.

On the last thrust, his hips stay flexed as he draws me closer. He groans as thick jets of cum erupt from the tip of his cock and hit the back of my throat. I greedily swallow down every drop just like I promised.

His release seems to last forever as my gaze stays pinned to him.

With his head thrown back, I’m only able to see the bob of his throat and the rigidly held muscles.

Tears stream down my face as he huffs out a breath and carefully slips free. His hands loosen from around my scalp as he crouches in front of me. That’s when I realize my legs are still thrown over the armrests of the chair. His gaze drops to my splayed pussy before he presses a kiss against the wet flesh. The velvety softness of his tongue slides between my lips and a whimper breaks loose from me.

No matter how much I have of this man, I’m still hungry for more.

Just when I think he’ll make me orgasm for a second time, he rises until we’re eye level with each other before searching my gaze carefully, as if looking for signs of remorse.

He won’t find any.

“Open.”

My lips part enough for him to peer inside.

“I love seeing your throat painted with my cum.”

One hand snakes around the nape of my neck before he pulls me forward, and his mouth presses to mine. He licks deep strokes until it feels as if he’ll devour me in one tasty bite. A tangy flavor fills my mouth, and I realize it’s the taste of my pussy on his lips.

He pulls away just enough to press his forehead against mine as we look at each other. “There’s nothing better than the taste of our combined arousal on my tongue.”

My belly swoops as my core tightens.

That’s the moment I realize just how deep I’m in with this guy.