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Chapter 1

Taylor

Shit, shit, shit, shit.…

The woman behind me squeezes me tight, her body pressed against mine so tight that I can feel her handful of tits against my back, making my cock feel very fucking uncomfortable in my jeans as I maneuver us through New York traffic on my matte black Honda Maverick which isn’t a good combination, fuck me, my heart pounding.

I’ve never had this feeling with anyone before, not even my high school sweetheart Lydia Martins, the head cheerleader who took my virginity in the janitor’s closet.

Fuck, this is the first time I’ve ever had anyone on the back of my bike before.

I noticed the gorgeous redhead as soon as I walked into Bulls bar, but she was with someone I assume was her sister, who was wearing a bride sash. The blonde girl was shoved at me by a bunch of her friends, and yes, she had puck bunny written all over her, her caramel eyes showing nothing but money signs, but she was hot, and the redhead didn’t even look twice my way as my boys and I walked into the same bar we always go to celebrate after a win much to my dismay.

It’s well known that’s our hang out, meaning every game day, it’s fucking packed with overly dressed horny women wanting a roughed-up hockey player hoping to piss off their daddies or wanting to tie one of us down for a lavish lifestyle. Then there was this perfect woman who didn’t even look twice at any of us, her main focus, the woman in the bridal sash.

I didn’t think I had a chance with her, which is why I danced with the blonde, trying my fucking hardest to get into it and forget about the beauty, until I saw the bride-to-be leave with a guy I’m presuming was her husband-to-be. The redhead that I couldn’t take my eyes off walked off to the bar alone, and I knew I wasn’t the only guy in the room wanting some time with her.

I had to react quickly before any other fucker got to her, not even caring that I’d just walked away from the blonde trying to grind on my leg to get herself off; my only focus was on the redhead, and I’m pretty sure I beat three guys.

For two fucking hours, we didn’t leave the dance floor, our bodies connected the whole time, and when our eyes collided, it was like she was the only girl in the room, and it scared the living shit outta me, yet I couldn’t let her walk away.

I knew I needed her, and instead of listening to my instincts and running like my ass is on fire, I basically pleaded with her to come back to my place, something again, I’ve never done before. Not only have I never pleaded with a woman, but I’d normally book a hotel suite and allow them to have breakfast on my tab while I leave, never returning to the same girl, especially when most of the women I meet, if not all, are puck bunnies.

My apartment is my sanctuary; my niece stays there when my sister needs a little break, and I’m not at away games.

Women are not welcome, yet here I am, bringing this gorgeous redhead home with me, not even knowing her name, but it feels right, like she was meant to be behind me on my bike, to be in my space, and holy shit, that is a terrifying thought.

I swallow hard as I pull into the garage of my building on the Upper East Side of New York, trying to eliminate the lump forming in my throat while my palms sweat.

Fuck I’m nervous, something I’ve never been before with a woman; I don’t even get nervous before a game anymore, yet knowing I’m about to be inside this gorgeous girl, I’m fucking terrified of fucking it up because I know I want more than one night with her, something I’ve never wanted before, too busy living the good life.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I pull up in my space and switch off my bike, but the gorgeous woman behind me doesn’t move, I feel her shaking just a little. My nerves disappear as I grin, realizing she’s never been on a bike.

“Good to know,” I mutter as I remove my helmet, hang it on the handlebars, and place my hands on hers around my waist tightly. Smiling, I gently unhook them and climb off without kicking her in the face.

That wouldn’t be a good fucking start to the night, that’s for sure.

Grinning, I gently unstrap her helmet, something my sister forced me to buy and leave under my seat, hoping it’ll force me to find a woman, and remove it before our eyes connect and nothing but electricity builds between us. I lick my bottom lip because fuck me, she is gorgeous sitting astride my bike, her hair messy around her face.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can climb off,” she admits with a blush, and my grin forms into a smirk.

Fuck, she’s cute.

“I can help with that,” I say cockily before I gently wrap an arm around her waist and pick her up off my bike, making her gasp and wrap her arms around my neck. Instead of placing her feet on the floor, I use my free hand and grip her thigh, bringing her body around so her chest is pressed against mine, helping her wrap a leg around my waist. She follows suit with the other, making my cock twitch.

Her eyes are wide when they meet mine, I smile softly before leaning forward and pressing my lips against hers and straight away, she parts her luscious lips. I groan at the taste of strawberries that hits my taste buds as my tongue tangles with hers, our kiss deepening, sending shivers down my spine as everything comes into place and the quietness I experience when I’m on the ice consumes me. Without thinking I blindly walk us towards my private elevator.

Not missing a beat, using the bike keys in my hand underneath this gorgeous girl’s luscious ass, I press them against the scanner before the doors open. I walk us inside, instantly pushing her against the wall.

I groan as she grips my hair, and my balls tighten. I know I can’t wait for the forty-eight floors to be inside this woman, and I quickly move a hand between us and grip her panties, and hell yes, they are fucking soaked.

Pure lust takes over as I tear the wet material from her body, making her moan into my mouth, I swallow the sounds and blindly undo my jeans, pulling my rock-hard cock out of its confines, the tip already pouring with precum.

I don’t think about protection, I don’t think about where we are, all I can focus on is this woman and my cock being inside her, the need to claim her, hitting me hard, and I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and without a second thought, I thrust forward hard, tearing through a barrier.

The beauty gasps, breaking our kiss, and I freeze as the realization hits me hard.

“Fuck,” I choke and press my face onto her shoulder, keeping very fucking still. “You should have told me you were a virgin,” I rasp.

She gasps, “Would that have changed anything?”

I look at her and smirk and admit, “No,” making her grin, “but I would have at least waited until we got to my room, or I would have tried to anyway and got you ready.”

She giggles, and I groan at how her walls tighten around my cock, making her laugh louder.

“I feel like I should know your name with you being inside me and taking my virginity,” she says breathlessly, and I laugh at the spitfire.

“You’re a little Firecracker, aren’t you?” I ask smirking.

“Not really,” she admits, and my smirk turns into a smile as I lean forward and gently kiss her lips, trying to gently moving my hips to test her pain levels, all while my balls beg to burst knowing her virgin blood is coated on my cock.

I never had a virgin before, never wanted one, but fuck am I glad I got her.

“Taylor,” I whisper against her lips and feel her smile before she replies, “Penelope.”

I slam my lips hard against hers, my tongue instantly going inside her mouth as the doors of the elevator open right into my apartment, and without breaking the kiss, without removing myself from inside her sweet, hot cunt, I walk us inside, and push her up against the wall not able to make it to my room.

As soon as I rock her world, I’ll then pleasure her in the bedroom all night long, not allowing her out of my sight because this woman, she’s fucking mine, I know it.

Dad said one day, a woman would come along and blind me to everything around me like Mom did with him, and I never believed him until now.

I grip Penelope’s thighs and spread her as much as I can, hoping to ease any discomfort while keeping my lips against hers, our tongues tangling while I slowly move my hips back, leaving only the tip in, then thrust forward slowly, gauging her reaction.

When she moans as I bottom out, I take my cue and move my hips quicker, tilting my hips, which is no easy feat as I grip her thighs harder, keeping her up on the wall and spread for me, giving her all the pleasure.

I can feel my spine tingle, my balls aching to the point of pain, and I know I need to come but not before her, which I know won’t be easy being a virgin.

Sweat builds at the bottom of my spine as my hips pick up speed, and quickly, I let go of one thigh and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in hard tight circles, causing her body to tense up. Her walls squeeze my cock so tight as it pulses, and I groan as wetness spreads between us, she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back as she screams in pleasure, and I groan, my lips going to her neck.

I suck hard, leaving my mark as I bottom out, pressing my pelvis hard against her and coming so fucking hard I see stars.

Fuck me, this girl is going to fucking swallow me whole .

Penelope

“Okay, Firecracker, twenty questions,” Taylor says from behind me. His hands gently move up and down my arms, sending electric volts through me, making my stomach tighten and my heart pound at the connection I feel with this man.

My whole body lights up in his presence, something I’ve never had before. Yes, it is frightening, but for some stupid reason, I’m embracing it.

I chuckle, lean against his chest, and confirm, “You’re sticking with Firecracker, huh?”

He sits up against his leather headboard, with my back is against his front, his knees on either side of me, the black sheets up to my chest covering us.

After taking my virginity, something he was shocked about, he ran a bath after carrying me to his bathroom and placing me on his vanity before helping me in the tub and then climbing in behind me.

For half an hour, we sat in the water talking about everything but keeping personal information out of it before he then entered me from behind, something I don’t even know how he managed and guided me with my hips to an amazing orgasm while sucking my neck before coming himself, then somehow managed to pick me up and carry me bridal style out of the tub without falling. He then, dare I say, made love to me, in front of his open fireplace in his room on the fluffy rug, I mean, he was slowly kissing me while caressing my body and moving his hips in slow, deep movements.

It was amazing, sensational, and completely romantic, something I’ve never experienced before in my life and it has ensured one thing; I’ll never accept an arranged marriage, especially knowing this connection I’m feeling, an overwhelming and consuming connection exists.

I mean, I know this is a one-night stand. I don’t know if this is how they go, but it’s how it is going, and it’s amazing. I know no one will ever compare to this man and this is going to hurt when I walk away in the morning, but I’ll never ask for less than this feeling right now, not ever.

“It suits your personality,” he whispers as he runs his lips over my skin, “It matches your red hair.”

I grin wide, and I start, “Favorite color?”

His lips curve against my skin before he answers, “Dark red…” And I chuckle at the smooth talker.

“Violet,” I say, not able to remove my smile.

“I think I should have asked this one before we left the club, but the fact you were served, I’m guessing you’re legal?” he says jokingly, but his voice is tense, and I can’t help but laugh.

I know he’s older than me, or at least I think he is. Taylor is all man, a little hair smattering his chest, stubble surrounding his jaw and upper lip, muscles that women drool over…

“I’m twenty-two,” I confirm with a chuckle, trying to calm my throbbing pulse. He physically sighs in relief, and silent laughter fills me as I ask, “I’m guessing you’re an old man?”

He growls against my skin and tickles me, making me squirm and giggle before he wraps his arms around my waist, places his chin on my shoulder, and states, “I’m twenty-eight.”

I smile and murmur, “Not too old then.”

He hums and replies, “Nope, not too old.”

Contentment fills me as I relax into him some more. A guy I’ve just met, a complete stranger, has made me feel safer than I ever have in my life, including with my parents.

All they want me to do is marry someone of their choosing, someone I am well aware likes women younger than he should; they’re willing to put me at risk, like they have with my sister, which is disgusting, and a few hours in this man’s orbit, I know deep in my gut that I’m safe.

It’s scary but sad knowing I won’t see him again after this.

“Okay, siblings?” he asks, bringing me out of my head, and I grin.

“A sister, she’s two years younger than me,” I reply.

“Was that the woman in the bride-to-be sash?” he asks, and I nod with a smile.

So he was watching me.

“Yeah, she’s getting married in three days,” I mumble as I gently rub my finger over the tattoos on his arms, hoping he doesn’t bring up the guy she left with because then I’d have to tell him it was an arranged marriage.

I feel him nod, and instead of questioning it, he says, “I have an older brother who is married, a younger sister, and a niece I adore more than anything in this world."

I grin wide, looking over my left shoulder, “She has you wrapped around her little finger, doesn’t she?”

His eyes sparkle, making my stomach tighten. Then he admits, “She absolutely does,” and everything in me melts.

You can see his love for his niece; it radiates off him.

Geeze, how in the hell did I meet the perfect man for a fricking one-night stand?

Maybe he’s emotionally detached? He was dancing erotically with some blonde before he approached me.

His eyes race between mine before he leans forward. Our lips connect, sending a spark through my body while his hands go to my hips, and he gently moves me around so I’m between his legs, chest to chest. Suddenly, without removing his lips from my mind, he spins us and he’s on top of me, and his cock is deep inside me, making me gasp and then moan at how full I feel.

I’m sore, don’t get me wrong; it hurts a little, but the pain is making my clit pulse. Instead of flinching, I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands go into his hair, and I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth, making him groan as his hips thrust faster, hitting a magical spot deep inside I never knew existed.

I chew my bottom lip as I watch Taylor sleep in the large king-size bed before me, the sheet covering his waist, one arm still over on the side I was lying on, and one covering his eyes.

I woke up with his body wrapped up against mine ten minutes ago, and now, in my dress with a torn strap and his black shirt covering my body, I have my shoes in one hand and my bag in the other, and I’m struggling to leave.

I felt a connection with him, I felt like he was the one, but then again, that could be because I gave him my virginity, right? Sometimes, women or men can become attached to the person they give their virtue to.

I sigh as I take one last long look at the man, thinking maybe it’s just all in my head.

I take in his form, the way his chest moves as he breathes softly, and my pulse races, my heart pounds. Nope, definitely a connection, and this hurts, it actually hurts and my eyes are welling up, which is ridiculous.

Taking a deep breath, I turn and leave the bedroom, tiptoeing trying not to wake him, not wanting the awkward morning after.

I tread into his open kitchen and living area. A doll's house sits next to his couch, making a small smile appear as I wander over to the elevator, hoping I don’t need his keys to activate it.

I sigh in relief, seeing it’s a button, and quickly press it while looking behind me as a phone ring echoes.

“Crap, I really don’t want the awkward ‘this was fun’ shit because that will hurt more,” I mumble and press the button several more times as the doors open before rushing inside the box and press the main floor while holding my breath. As soon as the doors shut to his sleepy voice answering his phone, I lean against the wall he held me against as he took my virginity last night and slowly close my eyes, willing the tears to stay at bay.

My stomach flutters hearing his deep, dark tone, and the urge to return to him is high, but I pull myself back, knowing what last night was, even if I left my heart behind, which is ridiculous considering we’ve only just met.

I’ve never grown up knowing love. My parents have an arranged marriage and grew to love each other, but I don’t think they’re in love with each other. I was always told an arrangement was in my future, and when my sister said okay, I walked away from the family money to avoid being trapped in that world.

I just wish I could have the courage to ask Taylor on a date; I just wish I knew my family would leave us be if I chose him and not ruin his life.

“Where in the hell were you?!” my sister snaps as I walk into my condo on the southside of Brooklyn, the only place I could afford.

It’s a one-bedroom, open-kitchen, and living-area combo, and I honestly love it. My parents can’t hold it against me or take it away from me. I got it all on my own, along with the second-hand furniture.

I raise a brow at my sister as I close and lock the door. “And where in the hell were you? Because I know for a fact you haven’t been here that long.” I retort, nodding to the black leather two-seater couch, “No sheets on the couch.”

She winces, then crosses her arms over her chest, her hair a mess and makeup smeared as she admits, “I got in an hour ago.”

I nod as I place my purse on the counter separating the kitchen and living area, my eyes taking in the creams and dark blues.

“Was it worth it?” I ask.

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing as her eyes tear up, making me furrow my brows as she admits with a choked, “No, because now I don’t want to go through with the wedding.”

Of course .

I sigh and walk over to my sister and take her in my arms, she falls into me sobbing while I am trying to hold in my resentment to her.

I know she says she doesn’t want to go through with it, and I know, just like myself, she got caught up in the feels, but she will marry the man chosen for her. Growing up, she allowed our parents to pay for everything, including the car she drives and uses the credit card our father pays off each month without batting an eyelid. She walks away from the wedding, and she’ll walk away from everything, which is something my sister won’t be able to cope with because she willingly sold herself to the devil for possessions and a grand lifestyle.

I hug her tight, hating that she’s upset even though this is her decision; I have offered her to stay here with me and she has refused, adamant she can handle Harry and I drown her out as my mind returns to Taylor. I know for a fact my sister isn’t aware I was a virgin, and she probably thinks last night was one of many for me, but last night meant so much, and one of the main reasons why I didn’t want to stay behind, wasn’t just because I thought it was just a one night stand, but because I know unless he had some status, my parents would have ruined him.

I’d never put a man through that, and hopefully, in a few years, I can save enough money to move away from here, from this life, and find true love.

I just hope I haven’t let it slip through my fingers with Taylor.