24

DAVIES

"Do not say a single word to me right now."

Slamming the heavy wooden door shut, the noise echoed like a gunshot in the cramped space. My boots hit the dorm room floor with brutal force. Tossing my black Nike duffel bag into the corner, a frustrated growl ripped from my throat. My knuckles throbbed with a dull ache. Toxic adrenaline still pumped through my veins, making my hands shake.

Maya stood near the center of the room. She folded her arms across her chest. Her dark eyes tracked my every movement. She did not look scared. She looked determined.

"You are acting like a child, Davies," she stated. Her voice stayed calm, cutting through the thick tension.

"A child?" Spinning around, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ground together. "You pulled me back! I had him cornered. He disrespected you. He disrespected my team. I was going to put him in the dirt, and you grabbed my arm!"

"Because you were about to throw your entire life away!" she fired back, taking a bold step forward.

Pacing across the small floor, the space felt too tight. A chessboard sat on my desk, pieces set up for a match I abandoned yesterday. Sweeping my hand across the wood, the plastic pieces scattered across the floor with a loud clatter.

"He pointed his stick at me in front of thousands of people," my voice dropped into a dark, dangerous rumble. "He threatened you in that VIP lounge. You think I care about a stupid hockey game when that toxic punk is breathing down your neck?"

"You should care!" Maya yelled. She closed the distance, her sneakers stepping over the fallen chess pieces. "The Detroit scouts were watching from the box! Do you know what happens if they see you start a massive brawl? They cross your name off their list. Your draft goes up in smoke."

"Let it burn."

"Stop being selfish!"

Stopping dead in my tracks, her words hit me like a physical punch. Turning to face her, the anger inside my chest twisted into something sharp and bitter.

"Selfish?" A harsh scoff left my lips. "This whole season is supposed to be my redemption arc. I am trying to prove I am not a reckless screw-up. But when Nathan runs his mouth, I cannot just stand there and take it. It makes me look weak."

"It makes you look smart." She reached out, her fingers hovering inches from my chest. "You had him beat on the board. You were three moves ahead. Getting disqualified is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to drag you down to his level."

"Bro was asking to get dropped," my hands balled into tight fists. "He needed a reality check."

"Then beat him on the ice tomorrow!" she demanded. Her brown eyes blazed with intense fire. "Do not give him the satisfaction of ruining your future. I pulled you back to save you, Davies. Not to protect him."

That specific truth hung in the air.

My chest heaved up and down. Looking away, my gaze fixed on the blank cinderblock wall. Doubt still gnawed at my brain. The image of her standing between us kept replaying in my mind. She shielded him. Even if her logic made sense, the sight of her protecting her ex-boyfriend drove me insane.

"Did you do it for me?" my voice cracked, betraying the raw insecurity hiding under my rage. "Or do you still care what happens to his face?"

Maya let out a frustrated sigh. She did not back away. Instead, she stepped right into my personal space. Her small hands pressed flat against my chest. The warmth of her palms seeped through my dark shirt.

"Look at me," she ordered.

Refusing to turn my head, my jaw stayed locked.

Her fingers grabbed the fabric of my shirt. She gave a sharp, demanding tug. "I said look at me, Captain."

My dark eyes finally dropped to meet hers.

"Nathan is dead to me," she spoke slow, making sure every single syllable landed. "He is nothing. A pathetic loser with zero future. You are the one I care about. You are the one with a massive career ahead of you. I will not let you destroy it over ten seconds of anger."

The sincerity in her expression shattered my remaining defenses.

The roaring fire in my gut did not vanish. It changed forms. The violent urge to hit something melted into a desperate, consuming need to claim her. She stood so close. The sweet scent of vanilla mixed with my own sweat.

"You drive me crazy, Maya."

"I am trying to keep you sane," she whispered.

Her gaze dropped to my mouth. Her breathing hitched, matching the erratic rhythm of my own chest.

Before another second could pass, my massive hands grabbed her waist.

Pulling her forward, our bodies crashed together. A shocked gasp left her lips just as my mouth smashed down onto hers.

There was zero gentleness. The kiss held pure, unhinged aggression. It was a release of every ounce of tension built up over the last three hours. My tongue forced her lips apart, tasting the sweet mint on her breath. She did not push me away. She did not hesitate.

Her arms looped around my thick neck. Her fingers tangled deep into my hair, pulling hard. The sharp pain sent a wild surge of electricity straight to my groin.

"Davies," she moaned into my mouth.

A low growl vibrated in my throat. Walking her backward, my boots kicked a stray chair out of the way. Her spine hit the solid wood of my dorm door. The impact rattled the hinges. Pinning her against the flat surface, my hips ground forward.

A hard, rigid ache strained against the zipper of my jeans.

Breaking the kiss, my lips trailed down her jawline. My teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her neck. She tilted her head back, offering more access. Her hands fumbled blindly with the hem of my black shirt.

"Take it off," my voice sounded rough, unrecognizable.

She gripped the fabric and yanked it upward. Raising my arms, the shirt sailed over my head and landed somewhere near the fallen chess pieces. Cool air hit my sweat-dampened chest, but her burning touch chased the chill away. Her soft palms mapped the hard ridges of my stomach, tracing the defined lines of muscle.

My hands went to work on her clothes. Grabbing the zipper of her thick jacket, a quick pull sent it sliding down. Pushing the heavy material off her shoulders, it pooled around her sneakers.

She wore a tight white tank top underneath.

My fingers grabbed the bottom edge of the thin fabric. Pulling it over her head, the garment joined the pile on the floor.

A sharp breath tore from my lungs.

Her bare tits heaved with every frantic breath she took. The cold air made the pink peaks tight and hard. She looked perfect. The dim yellow light from the desk lamp cast soft shadows over her smooth skin.

Ducking my head, my mouth closed over one tight peak.

"F*ck," she cried out, her back arching off the wooden door.

My tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Sucking hard, a wet, desperate sound escaped her lips. My right hand moved to her other breast, kneading the soft flesh. I squeezed the fullness, testing her limits. She squirmed against me, her fingernails digging deep half-moons into my bare shoulders.

The pain fed the beast inside me.

Moving my lips back to her mouth, the kiss turned a messy, chaotic war. Our teeth clashed. We devoured each other like starving animals.

My left hand dropped to the waistband of her jeans. Fumbling with the metal button, it popped open with a loud click. Sliding the zipper down, my rough palms slipped inside the denim. I grabbed the smooth curve of her ass, squeezing the firm flesh.

"Bed," she gasped, breaking the kiss to suck in oxygen.

Without breaking eye contact, my arms wrapped under her thighs. Lifting her lightweight frame off the ground, she wrapped her legs tight around my waist. Three fast strides carried us across the small room.

Dropping her onto the mattress, the bedsprings squeaked under the sudden weight.

Hovering over her, my hands made quick work of my own belt. The leather strap hit the floor. Shoving my jeans and boxers down my hips, they piled around my boots. Kicking them away, I stood beside the bed.

My thick, massive c*ck stood fully erect, jutting out from a nest of dark hair. A pre-cum drop glistened on the blunt tip.

Maya stared at the raw size of it. Her dark eyes went wide. She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.

"Are you scared?" my voice dropped to a dark whisper.

"No," she breathed out. She reached down, grabbing the waistband of her own jeans. Shimmery pink panties went down with the denim. She kicked the fabric off her ankles, lying totally bare on my dark sheets.

Crawling onto the mattress, my knees bracketed her hips.

The heat radiating from her core felt like a furnace. Staring down at her, the last trace of anger vanished from my soul. She was here. She was mine. Nathan was a distant, pathetic memory.

Moving between her thighs, my hand reached down. Two fingers parted the soft, slick folds of her pussy.

She was dripping wet. Ready for me.

"Look at me," my command rang clear in the quiet room.

Her brown eyes found mine.

Positioning the blunt head of my cock against her slick entrance, a shudder rolled through my massive frame. The anticipation felt like torture.

Pushing forward, the thick tip breached her tight seal.

A loud, broken whimper left her mouth. Her inner walls stretched, clamping around my rigid flesh with a searing heat.

Gritting my teeth, a massive groan rumbled deep in my chest. "You are so damn tight."

"More," her hands gripped my biceps, her nails biting into the muscle. "Please, Davies."

Bracing my weight on my forearms, my hips snapped forward. I buried my entire length deep inside her core with one smooth, powerful thrust.

Skin slapped against skin with a loud smack.

A high-pitched scream tore from her throat. Her back arched off the mattress. Her inner muscles spasmed, gripping my shaft like a vice. It felt like diving into pure, liquid fire.

Remaining still for a long second, we both fought to catch our breath.

"Am I hurting you?" my whisper brushed against her ear.

"No," she panted, turning her face to kiss my jaw. "Do not stop. F*ck me, Davies. F*ck me hard."

That desperate plea shattered my remaining control.

Pulling back, my hips drove forward again. The deep, punishing stroke pulled another loud cry from her lips. Finding a relentless rhythm, the bedsprings began a chaotic, rhythmic squeak. Each thrust pushed me deeper into her searing heat.

"Yes," she chanted, tossing her head back against the pillows.

My right hand moved down, finding the swollen little bud hidden in her wet pussy folds. My thumb rubbed circles over the sensitive nerve.

Her eyes rolled back. She thrashed against the mattress.

"Davies, fuck! I am close!"

"Let it go," my voice sounded ragged and harsh. "Come for me."

Increasing my speed, the friction became a wild, blinding force. Sweat dripped from my forehead, landing on her chest. The loud, wet slapping sound echoed off the cinderblock walls.

Her legs clamped tight around my waist, locking me in deep. Her inner walls convulsed around my c*ck in a series of violent, rapid spasms.

A broken, sobbing cry left her lips. She shattered, riding the intense wave of pleasure.

And the tight, agonizing squeeze of her cunt on my cock pushed me right over the edge.