Chapter 2

Alex

The view from where I’m laying right now in my penthouse suite in the Lexington Hotel in New York is pretty damn good. The girl riding me has got some tits on her that are bouncing up and down like a damn yo-yo. I bring my head up slightly to suck on one of her budding nipples. She groans. Don’t ask me her name because I have no fucking idea.

She’s a hook up, a puck bunny. They’re everywhere and trust me when I say they literally drop their panties at the sight of a hockey player, especially me. I’m just your average guy who got lucky with a stick and worked damn hard from a young age. I’ll come back to all of that later.

Right now, I’m watching as she throws her head back, her long red hair flowing down her back as she rocks forward and back getting her clit off on my groin and her pussy on my rock-hard dick. “Yeah, baby let it go. You know you want to.” I say as she increases her pace.

This girl is ready to explode all over me anytime soon. She’s panting and riding so fast that her breath is coming thick and fast. I’m close, I mean who wouldn’t be if they were me right now.? “I want you to come with me.” She says, let’s just call her Red for now because I honestly have no idea who she is.

I’ve just flown into New York from my hometown of Aspen ready for our game against the New York Islanders tomorrow. As soon as we stepped off our private jet, we were transferred to the bus they put on for us and brought to our hotel.

Every girl in town worth her salt and knowledge of ice hockey knows the schedules for their home teams and other teams, they study it like it’s a bible and with the net being so easy to access nothing we do is private. So, it’s no wonder that everywhere we go, and I go, the places are laced with pretty girls waiting to ride your dick. And Man, is she doing a good job right now.

Only, I have a policy. You want to hear it? Here goes. I never, I say I never come with a girl. Least ways not together. I’m saving that for when I meet the one. Which may not be for quite some time because I am not the settling down type, at least not for a while. I want to play my games, be the best which I currently am in NHL and stay focused.

A woman in my life will need to wait a few years, I’m guessing five at a minimum. I’m only twenty-four right now so there is plenty of time for all of that.

For now, I am happy to visit my sister, Fiona and her husband Jake and play with their kids, Ellie and Luka. Ellie is six and Luka is four, they are like the cutest kids you could ever imagine.

“Just let it go, let me feel all the honey flowing over me.” I tell her in my most commanding voice. The girls love it. Don’t ask me why since most of women I know are fiercely independent and don’t take any shit from any guy. But you get them in the bedroom, and they love a bit of being told what to do.

She groans, grinds faster and harder then lets out a scream. My name comes dripping off her lips. I’m sure hoping that the security detail outside my room don’t think I’m murdering her or anything.

As soon as she collapses forward onto my chest, her breathing heavy, I lift my hips up and begin thrusting my rigid dick inside her hard and fast. She screams some more and begs me to stop, no way. I’m coming and that’s the end of that. It’s so fast and furious and I can feel my balls tingle and tighten, oh yeah, here it comes. I feel the wave crashing over me, my eyes roll back, and I release into the condom.

“Fuck.” I say. I really needed that. We’ve been under a lot of pressure lately in the championships for the Stanley Cup and everything is riding on the next game with the Islanders whether we get to the next round.

“Go clean yourself up, get dressed and leave.” I say as I reach for some tissues that are in a square white box on the side table by the bed.

“Can’t I stay the night?” Her voice is like some kind of sugary syrup sound. It grates.

“No. You know the deal. Off. Go get yourself sorted. You can use the shower if you want but then you have to leave.”

Rule number 2 – I never let them stay. Not ever. I don’t need to have a puck bunny in my bed and never want to wake up to a random hook up either. The next thing you know, they’ll be talking diamonds, engagements, wedding dresses and kids. It makes me shudder, my dick naturally as you’d expect deflates at the prospect.

I pat her ass, so she moves since she seems so damn reluctant.

“Don’t you even want my number?” I look at her knowing my dark eyebrows are furrowed.

“No, I don’t. Now get to it or I’ll have security kick you out.”

“You’re a fucking beast.” She says as she does finally get off me and starts to put her panties on, red ones and a matching bra. I have to admit she has got an amazing figure with curves in all the right places and that long, red hair of hers is striking. “I’m going to post what a shit you are.”

“Be my guest, darlin’.” I say as she flicks me the finger. Nice woman, right? Not the sort I could take home and introduce to my mother that’s for sure.

I hear a mobile ringing. It plays the soundtrack from the Rockey Movies. Shit, it’s my coach. I save that tone just for him. Every contact on my mobile has a different tone, that way I know easily whether I need to get it or not.

Red has finally got herself dressed and is fluffing her hair out. “You sure about the number? I’m around for a few days before you guys fly out.”

“Beat it.” I tell her as I reach over to the other side of the bed where there stands another bedside table and grab my mobile. I shoo her away with my hand, thankfully she doesn’t try to convince me otherwise and flicks her hair back in that fuck you attitude women are so good at and huffs out the door holding her heels in one hand and her tiny handbag in the other.

“Coach. What’s up?” I sit upright in the bed well aware that I’m naked as I talk to him. Great.

“I need your ass at the rink in ten.”

“We don’t have a practice tonight, Coach, do we?” Now I’m wondering if he’s decided to have one of his last-minute sessions. It wouldn’t be the first time. But it is late.

“Just get to the rink. No practice. We need to see you.”

I have no idea what he wants to talk about at half nine at night, but it must be important to haul me out at this time.

Only, I’m not going with Red’s juices all over my body, so he’ll have to wait at least twenty minutes. First, I need a warm shower and then I’ll head out.

As I shower, I run through various different things that he could possibly want to talk to me about. You’ve guessed it, I can’t think of anything, and I have no idea what is about to come my way either.