Page 27 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #2)

She chugs her beer and leans back before flipping her hair and leaning forward again.

"I’m gonna be straight with you. I’ve had a basketball player.

A couple of football players. Baseball. They’re actually not that good.

A soccer player who played for Real Madrid—and let me tell you, they were packing.

But I’ve never had any ice hockey players.

And well... I said to myself, How am I going to have a list and not have a hockey player?

I want the hockey player. And you—you’re the ice hockey player. "

"So romantic," I say sarcastically.

She grins. "Fuck romance, right? I want your dick inside of me. And I heard you like to share it around, so I really don’t know what you’re waiting for.

You've got a condom right? We can go in the bathroom and you can give me the best five minutes of my life.

" She throws her head back and laughs. "Or wait, maybe you’re a ten-minute guy? "

I lean back and shake my head, taking a couple of gulps of beer.

What she’s saying doesn’t even shock me. It’s not like I’ve never had casual sex before. It’s not like I’ve never met a woman who was interested in the same. But I’ve certainly never met a woman this jaded. This crass. And it just strikes me—she's the exact opposite of Erica.

I take a deep breath.

"Hey, you’re a beautiful woman, but..."

"But what? You don’t do redheads?"

"Don’t want to take this personally?—"

"Matches the drapes?" she cuts in.

I let out a chuckle. "That’s not what I?—"

"I’m not joking. You want to know what this is? I can do things to you that have never been done. I could get up right now, drag you behind the bar, and leave your cock feeling so turned out you’d wonder if it could ever go soft again."

I raise my eyebrows. "Huh?"

She looks at me.

"We don’t even know each other. We just met, and you’re talking about giving me a blowjob. You’re asking me to fuck you. You don’t even know what I like to do for fun. You don’t even know?—"

"I don’t care," she says. "I’m not here on a date. I’m not trying to marry you. I’m not trying to get you to be the father of my kids. I’m sure you’re not looking for that from me either. So why can’t I be upfront with what I want?"

I stare at her. "I guess... good for you. But... that’s a no. I don’t think I’m the man for you."

"So what, your reputation as the manwhore of the hockey world is wrong?"

"Yeah. Actually, it is."

I finish the rest of my beer and stand up. There’s somewhere I’d rather be. Actually, multiple places. But mostly, I’d rather be with Erica.

But fuck, she’s making it hard on me to let her know how I feel and where I stand. I don’t even know what would make her happy. I just know I want to be with her. I want to touch her. Hold her hand.

Stare into those brown eyes that make me feel things I’ve never felt before. There’s a peace I feel when we’re together. Like it’s just meant to be. Like we’re two puzzle pieces that slot in perfectly together.

I want to tell her all of that.

But I can’t.

She’s not answering my calls. And it infuriates me to no end. It’s literally driving me crazy and I honestly can’t remember the last time that I’ve felt this anxious and annoyed by a woman’s behavior. I can’t remember ever really caring before.

Redhead Melanie stands up, and we head toward the door together.

"Hey, I know what you’re feeling," she says as we step outside.

Next thing I know, she’s pushing me back against the side of the building, pressing her body up against mine. I feel her hand sliding down the front of my very unturned-on pants and squeezing.

"Just like that," she says, pressing her lips to my neck and biting down.

I think—Oh my God.

I hear it loudly and blink.

I look past Melanie, and my heart drops.

Standing there is Erica.

"Tyler!"

"Oh my God. Erica, it’s not?—"

"Fuck you!" she says, and I watch as she goes running down the street, her friend with short dark hair following behind her.

I let out a low, deep moan and push past Melanie.

"It’s not happening. Go find someone else."

I pause and give her a smile.

"In fact, there’s a kid on the team called Elliott. He’d probably be more than happy to give you what you need."

"Okay," she says. "Well... thanks."

She pauses. "That wasn’t your girlfriend or anything, was it?"

"Sorry, what?"

"That girl who just acted like a psycho and ran down the street."

"No," I say. "She’s not my girlfriend."

"Okay, good. ‘Cause for a second there, I would’ve felt bad for shooting my shot. But if I’m being honest, I’d be lying because I never feel bad."

She slips me a card and winks.

"If you ever change your mind, call me. I’d like to know what Tyler is like in bed.” She turns and I know she thinks she’s turning me on, but I couldn’t care less. "I don’t care how long it lasts.” She presses her hand against my upper bicep and moans loudly. “I just want to feel you. Against me.”

I’ve never felt less horny in my life.

I need to talk to Erica. She’s the only one I want to be feeling right now.