Forever Wild (Wildcat Hockey Book 5)

JACK

“Thanks for today,” I say to Nick as we walk down the hall toward the parking lot together. Since I can’t skate yet, he cut his on-ice training early and we kicked around a soccer ball like a lot of the guys do before games. I haven’t participated in that type of pre-game ritual in years. That’s mostly the younger guys, letting off steam and getting warmed up.

My before-game routine has shifted over the years, focusing less on myself and more on making sure the team is good to go. But it was nice messing around with Nick and catching up. I wasn’t even worrying about him; I was just having fun.

After we did a little stretching, I slipped back into captain mode to try to convince him to go on the beach vacation his dad recommended. I don’t think he was persuaded any more by me than he was from his dad’s words, but I tried.

I don’t know what it’s like to be a dad, let alone a single father, but I know that the hockey season is long and tiring, and if a week of lying on the beach will help him unwind, I’m all for it. When he gets back here at the end of the summer, I want him to be relaxed and ready to grind.

We push out the back door of the arena. I glance around for Everly, but she’s not here yet. Aside from Coach’s truck, the only other car is Nick’s rental. He hits the unlock on his key fob and the lights flash.

“A minivan?” I chuckle as I stare at the silver monstrosity.

“It’s all they had.”

“Shit. I’d demand you take mine, but it’s at the shop. That is not a proper vehicle for a bachelor on vacation. Any vacation.”

“Nothing about my life screams bachelor. Except maybe the number of TVs in my house.”

Another laugh slips out. “How long are you staying?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, shoot me a text if you stick around. Though for the record, I think you should take the next flight out to Turks and Caicos.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He takes a step toward his van. “You have a ride?”

“Yeah. She should be here soon.” The words are barely out of my mouth when an engine rumbles like it’s gaining speed. I lift my head in time to see a black sports car speed through the lot. Not just any sports car. My Lambo.

Surprise makes my brows lift and renders me speechless.

The windows are down and Everly’s blonde hair flies out behind her as she goes. She makes a big loop around the lot, going way faster than anyone should in a parking lot, and comes to a screeching halt in front of me.

I lean down to look through the passenger window and there she is, hair windblown, smile wide, in a hot-pink bikini top and cut-off jean shorts. If I weren’t so turned on, I might be able to find it in me to be annoyed.

“I said grab the key card out of the car, not take the whole damn car.”

“Hmm. I must have misunderstood.”

Nick chuckles beside me. “Still want to loan me your car?”

I send him a friendly glare.

“I think I understand why you’ve been hanging poolside.” He backs away with a wave before I can explain that it isn’t like that. Except, it kind of is exactly like that.

Nick takes off for his van and leaves me with the woman who is surely going to be the death of me.

“All right. You had your joyride.” I beckon for her to hand me the key.

“No way.” She tightens her grip on the wheel. “I’m your topless driver.” She tips her head to the passenger seat. “Get in, handsome.”

I do, saying a silent prayer. Not because I think she’s going to wreck. Because if she takes her top off it really might kill me.

When I’m safely in, a first time sitting in the passenger seat I might add, she asks, “How are you?”

“Nervous.”

“I’m a great driver.” She beams. “But, uh, buckle up just in case.”

She peels out with a laugh. Once she gets on the main road, she’s much more careful and I breathe a little easier.

“Have you eaten?” she asks, glancing over at me. “I skipped lunch. We could have an early dinner.”

“Do you have a shirt?” I ask, letting my gaze drop to the swell of her breasts bouncing with the movement of the car.

“It’s covering the important bits.”

“You’d give the seniors at the early bird special a heart attack.” She might give me one.

She laughs again. Fifteen minutes of her driving and me getting more turned on with each second, we arrive back at my place. She parks the car in its spot in the garage and kills the engine.

I let out a long breath.

“Were you that nervous I’d crash? I’m a good driver.”

“No, I was nervous you’d take off your top and kill me.”

“That is still a likely outcome, but please don’t die.” She crawls over the console onto my lap.

“I don’t think this car is big enough for whatever you have planned,” I tell her as she attempts to straddle me.

“I don’t have a plan.”

Her skin is warm and silky smooth. Her hair hangs down over her shoulders, partially covering one breast, and her face is makeup-free, showcasing a smattering of freckles that span out across her cheekbones.

“I have a few ideas.” I brush my thumb along the small dots on the right side of her face.

“You’re not going to tell me how this is a bad idea and it’s not happening again.”

“Would it matter?” I laugh.

“Well, I’m not going to kiss you against your will.”

I lift my hips so she can feel what she does to me. “Does it feel like it’s against my will?”

Before she can answer, I thread my fingers through her hair and bring her mouth to mine.

She reacts immediately, pressing into me and kissing me back with a fervor that makes my pulse race. She’s under my skin, in my bloodstream, consuming my thoughts.

There’s no point in denying I want her and it’s a little too late to keep from crossing the line.

Everly doesn’t hold back. I like that about her. She doesn’t hide who she is or what she wants. And right now, she’s a woman who wants me badly. The feeling is mutual.

I slide the hand in her hair down the side of her neck and then skim my fingers over the side of her bikini top. She shivers and arches into me, encouraging me to touch her there. I detour and wrap my arm around her back, then with the other I open the door.

“No, don’t run away yet.” She stops kissing me only to protest, then covers my mouth with hers again.

“Not running away,” I manage to get out as we devour each other. “Taking you with me.”

I maneuver out of the car like a man on a mission with her glued to my front.

“I can walk,” she says, but then wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, rubbing her tits up against my chest in the process.

I make it inside by instinct alone, since all my other senses are focused on not breaking our kiss.

The entry door from the garage slams behind me. Without realizing I’ve made the decision, I find myself walking toward the kitchen island. It’s the nearest flat surface. I set her down and stay between her legs.

Now that my hands are free again, I let them roam over her. From the curve of her waist, up her side, to her face, and finally tangled back in her hair. I tug the strands, baring her neck to me. My teeth graze over the slim column and latch on to the pink bikini string. I follow it down to the triangle covering the peaked, hard nipple.

Her ragged breathing ceases as I drag my finger back and forth over one, then the other.

She moves like she’s going to take it off.

“No,” I say, catching her hand. “I want to unwrap my own present.”

She makes the sexiest noises as I drop open-mouth kisses on her stomach and neck, avoiding all the places she wants me most.

“Fucking temptress, that’s what you are.”

She’s everything I shouldn’t want and everything I crave.

Thick blonde hair that I want to fist.

Big hazel eyes that see right through me.

A mouth that I want wrapped around my cock.

Her curves, her fight, her fucking everything.

Everly Kent drives me fucking wild.

And she knows it.

She takes my hands and places them over her breasts so I’m cupping her full tits through the suit.

“Take your greedy hands off what’s mine, temptress.”

With a groan of protest, she slides her palms down. Her fingers latch on to my forearm, nails digging into the skin. I slide my hands up to the tie around the back of her neck. My fingers work the knot free as I lick and suck the column of her neck. She smells like sunscreen and sunshine, and tastes like heaven.

The strings come apart and I pull the top down, exposing her to me. I stare at her, finally circling my thumb around one nipple and bringing my mouth to the other.

“Jack.” She pants and arches into me, feeding me more of her full breast. My teeth scrape the sensitive peak until she cries out.

I worship her perfect tits, licking and sucking and biting, until she’s writhing under me and begging for more.

I work my way down her body to the top of her shorts. She tries to help me get her out of them, but I swat her hands away. I wasn’t lying. I want to unwrap her all on my own.

“You just can’t help but fight me, can you?”

“If you were doing it right, then I wouldn’t need to fight you.”

I chuckle softly and nip at the skin above her hip bone.

Her pink bikini bottoms wait for me underneath her shorts. Any ideas I had about taking this slow disappeared right along with my good judgment.

She sits up on her elbows and watches me with hooded eyes. I hold her gaze as I bring my mouth down over the material of her suit bottoms and suck her clit.

Her lips part but no sound comes out.

“Am I doing it right, now?” I ask when I pull back again.

“Less talking,” she says, pushing my head back where it was.

Damn she’s gorgeous all splayed out for me, face and body flushed, nipples hard, looking at me like she wants me as badly as I want her.

Considering I’ve never wanted anyone more, that look says it all. I don’t know how it happened, but I can’t seem to get her out of my head and I’m tired of fighting it.

I peel her bottoms off and then toss them up at her. She smirks, but it disappears as I lift one of her legs and put it on my shoulder.

“Damn, baby. You’re dripping for me.” I slide two fingers over her from pussy to clit, then drag the moisture up to her lower stomach for her to see. “So wet. So ready.”

“I’ve been ready for weeks.” Her words are breathy as my fingers rub slowly over her swollen clit. “You almost missed your shot.”

She’s all talk, riling me up like she loves to do.

“If you think anyone can make you come as hard as I’m going to, then be my guest, temptress.” I dip two fingers inside her. She moans and her pussy walls clench around me. “Want me stop?”

“If you stop…” Her words trail off as I add another finger.

“What’s that, sweetheart? Stop?”

I lean closer to her pussy without breaking eye contact and place a chaste kiss directly on her clit, then flick my tongue in the same spot.

“Don’t stop. More,” she begs, eyes struggling to stay open.

I do the opposite, stopping and stepping back from her.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I head over to a cabinet and grab a glass.

The answer to that question is slowly losing my mind, but I don’t say anything as I fill the glass with ice and water, then take a long drink. It doesn’t do anything to stamp out the heat coursing through me for her.

“Jack fucking Wyld, if you leave me like this, I swear to the hockey gods I will cheer for the other team at every game next season.”

I bark out a laugh. “No, you won’t.”

Her gaze narrows, then drops to my pants. My hard dick is stretching out the front, making my desire for her obvious.

She scoots to the edge of the counter like she’s going to get down.

“Don’t move,” I say, voice rough and commanding. “I’m not done with you.”

Her annoyance flares but so does her desire.

I walk back with the glass and hold it to her lips. She hesitates but then drinks as I tilt it so the water slowly drips into her mouth.

I take one more long drink and then set it on the counter. This time when I place my cold mouth over her hot pussy, she hisses out, “Oh, fuck.”

I fight a grin. The sensation doesn’t last so I grab an ice cube from the glass and put it in my mouth. Her eyes follow my every movement as I hold it between my teeth and run it down over her stomach and lower.

“Holy shit.” She falls back and stares up at the ceiling.

I miss her eyes on me. “Give me those pretty hazels, Ev.”

She obeys quickly, sending a rush of want and need straight to my cock.

The ice melts fast but she’s already grinding against my tongue and chasing her orgasm. It hits her with a force that makes her lashes flutter closed.

“Jack.” My name is a jagged cry from her lips as she comes.

She’s wild, legs wrapping around me, hands tugging in my hair, bucking and screaming as the orgasm fades.

“Mmmm…” I hum the words against her center. “I could eat this pussy all day long.”

My scalp protests the grip she has on my hair, possessive and demanding. I usually like to be the one in control, but she wouldn’t be herself if she wasn’t pushing back and testing my sanity.

When the second orgasm hits, she full-out screams, the sound filling my house and probably alarming the neighbors, if they weren’t all gone for the summer.

She squirms, this time like she’s trying to get away from me. I move my mouth away from her sensitive flesh but keep my hold around her leg.

Everly’s gaze drops to my pants. She reaches for me, stroking me through the fabric, before she slips her hand down the front. Her fingers wrap around my girth and her lips part with a pleased smile. “No wonder you’re such a cocky asshole.”

Before I can reply, an alarm goes off on my phone. Her hand stills. I take it from my pocket and silence it, then toss it on the counter.

“Something important?”

“Unfortunately.” With an internal sigh, I grab her shorts. “Put these on.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to take a call, and I’d prefer James not see your pretty cunt.”