Devious Obsession: A Dark Hockey Romance (Hockey Gods)

Devious Obsession: Chapter 30



Something has shifted between Aspen and me. I look for her on campus constantly—but not in anger. Not looking for the spy sent by my father. That’s over anyway. No, I look for her because I want to see her dark hair fluttering behind her. The sway of her hips as she walks, the curve of her ass. The way her green eyes find mine almost as easily as I find hers.

I stride into the dining hall and grab food, then head to our table. It’s been the team’s as long as I can remember, in prime placement toward the back of the room. Center. Visible by so many people, but sitting there doesn’t feel like we’re in a fish tank—not like other places. Like when I sit in class and feel the weight of my classmates’ stares.

If I had known hockey would come with a certain level of notoriety, I’m not sure I would’ve done it. I love the sport, I just hate the attention that comes with it. There are perks, of course. The perks outweigh the weight of notoriety.

My father has been radio silent, so I haven’t taken steps to move Aspen into the hockey house. I want her there, but also… I rather like sneaking into her place. Which is exactly what I plan on doing tonight.

She’s sitting with her friend, Thalia. Miles and Finch are with them, as well as more dance team girls. Girls I know for a fact have slept with more than one hockey player… including me.

Well, let’s hope Aspen doesn’t ask about a history, because that would get a bit awkward.

I set my plate down beside hers, sprawling out. My thigh brushes hers, and she glances at me. Then away.

Still shy. She’s tried to withdraw once we got back from the away game. Embarrassed, ashamed. My dick is hard just thinking about how that night played out. Besides the earth-shattering confessions she laid on me. Obviously.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I use my finger to direct her face toward mine and claim her lips.

She lets out a little gasp of surprise, like we’ve never done this before. But after a second, she leans into it. Her lips are soft on mine, yielding. She lets my tongue slip into her mouth for a moment. And then I withdraw, smirking at her dazed look.

“Don’t hide from me,” I order.

She nods vaguely, and I settle into my seat. Greyson and Knox join us, and they both slap my hand in greeting. I grin at them, tuning in to their mid-progress discussion. Something about the best way to get a puck past the goalie.

“Party at our house on Friday,” Knox says suddenly, straightening up. “After the game. I forgot to tell you.”

I roll my eyes. When is there not a party after a game? Although sometimes we take it to Haven, other times there’s just too many people. And it’s nice to be able to sit on a couch, or watch my teammates make fools out of themselves.

“It’s small.” Knox is defensive. He glances across Greyson at his brother, then back at me. “Like, fifteen people, tops.”

“Who?” I ask.

“Me, you, Miles, Finch, uhhh, some puck bunnies—”

“Your girlfriend?” I bite the inside of my cheek.

Knox waves me off. “She’s got a dance thing. She might be around later.”

Greyson shifts. He meets my eyes, and I pick up what he’s saying. That Knox is taking this bet thing a little too far, especially when we know Willow’s already in love with him. She just won’t admit it, the same way Knox won’t give up.

They’re stubborn.

And only Willow is going to end up hurt.

I roll my eyes in return and focus on eating my meal. Aspen chats to her friends beside me, but her hand finds my leg under the table. I grin to myself at the contact. Her fingers dig into my jeans, and her palm inches higher… and higher.

I grunt under my breath, not minding that she’s being so bold—but also, if she wakes up this beast, she’s going to have to suffer the consequences.

Her fingers graze my cock, and it leaps against the denim. I curse the jeans… and then I get an idea.

I grab her wrist and squeeze once in warning, stilling her movements. I finish my food and rise. I tug her with me. My blood is racing, but I ignore it and tell my friends that we’ll be right back.

Greyson watches us with a small smirk, but the rest seem unbothered.

Aspen doesn’t put up a fight until we get to the stairwell.

The same stairwell where I spilled the contents of her bag everywhere, then came on her tits. The idea of doing that again is kind of alluring… but I have a better idea.

“You want to get me hard, sweetheart?”

She hums behind me, still trying to get her wrist free.

There’s a little alcove under the stairwell, drenched in shadows. It’s a useless design flaw—they could’ve made it a closet from the other side or something, but instead it’s just empty. I point to the space in front of me.

“Kneel.”

She shivers and looks up at me.

My brows lower. “Now, Aspen.”

She drops.

It’s the most beautiful thing. She goes to her knees in front of me, and I run my fingers through her loose hair.

“Undo my jeans.” My voice is no louder than a whisper, but she still flinches. Just a little.

Still, she does it. She unbuttons them, then drags the zipper down. My heart picks up speed, but I flex my hands and try to control myself. She pushes my jeans and boxers down, exposing my cock. It’s hard already, bobbing in her face.

I back away from her and lean against the handrail on the wall. I let most of my weight settle and stare down at her.

“Crawl to me.”

Her eyes lift to mine, and another thrill goes through me. I like it when she gives in to the side of her that wants to listen to me. That needs extra guidance… and humiliation. Plus, the added thrill of doing this where anyone could walk in…

She inches forward on her hands and knees, her hips swaying. I grip the railing instead of my cock, and she stops between my legs. She reaches out and grasps my length, and I let out a low groan. She strokes me a few times, then her hot mouth is on me.

I run my fingers through her hair again.

The door bangs open, and she tries to pull away.

I tighten my grip and force her down harder. We’re hidden here, around the corner. Not that I really give a fuck. Voices reach us, and footsteps pound the stairs heading up.

Aspen pushes at my thighs. I release her, and she sits back on her heels. She glares up at me wordlessly.

“Afraid of getting caught?” I lean down. “You were turned on by watching that night… but what about being the one watched? We’ve already done that once, too. But it’s different when it’s unsuspecting, sober strangers, hmm?”

The party was a controlled environment—and we were both caught up in our lust when I fucked her in the basement. I had caught her, after all. That was my reward, consequences be damned. This is more risky, and she knows it.

She groans.

“Okay, sweetheart,” I say suddenly, grabbing her by her elbows and forcing her to stand. I turn her around, putting her hands on the railing. “Don’t let go.”

I unbutton her jeans from behind and drag them down her legs. I dip my fingers through her center, unsurprised to find her dripping wet for me. Kicking her legs wider, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.

“You’re my little slut,” I say in her ear.

She whimpers.

I line my cock up and push inside her slowly. Her cunt squeezes me, and I nearly combust on the spot. She’s so fucking tight. Her muscles pulse, and her mouth opens.

“I’m not going to last long,” I continue. “And then we’re going to go back to dinner and you’re going to wear my cum like a good little whore.”

Her nostrils flare. I lick up the side of her face. Her taste is addicting.

“Just fuck me already.”

I smile to myself.

And then I do just that.

I fuck her hard, our bodies slapping together until neither of us can take it anymore. I reach around her and flick her clit. She gasps.

The door above us, the second or third floor, creaks when it opens. Voices echo around us, a conversation between two people. I wrap my free hand around her mouth and continue to fuck her, to work her toward an orgasm. I wonder if she’ll make a noise.

The footsteps are coming down, headed toward us and the door.

The thrill of getting caught sweeps through me, and I roll my hips. The new angle gets me deeper inside Aspen, and I almost make a sound. Almost. I lean down and bite her shoulder.

Her fingers scrape my wrist, her nails digging into my skin.

Pain and pleasure burst down my spine, straight to my balls. I let out an exhale and try to hold on. I’m so fucking close—

The doors on the first floor slam shut.

Silence wraps around us, and then it’s too late. My balls tighten, and I jerk inside her as I come.

It’s relief and bliss.

She follows me, her sharp, staccato cry, muffled by my hand, still fills the space around us. Her back arches as she comes, her face screwed up.

We stay like that for a second. But like any quick, dirty fuck—we’re not meant to linger. I slide out of her and tuck myself back in my boxers, doing up my jeans. I squat and take her panties and jeans and pull them up her legs. Trapping my cum against her pussy.

For a second, I wonder about her birth control. I finally figured it out—she’s on the shot. She’s still in the safe zone, with a month left before she needs another. I’ve been tempted to cancel her appointment just to fuck with her…

“Steele.” Aspen has turned around and faces me now, her brows drawing down. “What are we doing?”

I scowl. “In what sense?”

“Like…” She motions between us. “I get that you want to tell people we’re together. But we’re going to go home for Christmas and we’ll be siblings. There’s no way our parents would let anything like this slide under their roof—”

“First,” I interrupt. “It’s not their roof. It’s my father’s roof. And second, if you think I’m going to stop fucking you just because our parents think it’s a bad idea, you’ve got another think coming. They don’t own us, remember?” I cross my arms and raise my eyebrow.

“We can’t—”

“So help me god, Aspen, if you finish that sentence…” I shake my head. “You’re mine. Okay? Here, there, on fucking Mars. There’s nothing you can say or do that’s going to derail me from you.”

This obsession has gotten out of hand.

I know that.

She knows that.

But I can’t stop—and I won’t.


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