Made To Be Broken - The Boston Hawks Hockey Series

Chapter Five

Rory’s POV

My heart is thumping in my chest as I stare up into the deep blue eyes of the stranger in front of me, waiting for him to respond. God, what if he says no? What if he says Yes??

The voice of Margot, my only friend here in Boston reverberates in my head, ‘Girl, you want to get over someone? Get under someone else, that’s my motto’ she’d said after yet another disastrous date when I asked her why she kept using the dating app she was on.

Margot was a woman I met at a yoga class about a month after I moved here, at a time when I had mistakenly believed that I was flexible, and, I needed something to fill my time whilst searching for the unicorn job that Stanford would approve of.

We had both been equally awful at the poses and had bowed out after only ten minutes when Margot lost her balance and fell into me causing a domino effect on our line, filling the air with screams of shock.

The glaringly annoyed expression of the instructor that had followed us as we left, laughing hysterically, had bonded us, and after heading to a coffee shop for a drink and cake instead, we’d become instant friends.

Straightening my shoulders, I meet the stranger's gaze challengingly, ‘so?’ I demand, putting as much sass into my voice as I can, ‘what do you say hot shot? Are you up for it? Or are you just another guy who is all talk and no action?’

A smirk crawls across his handsome face as he holds out his hand, encouraging me to take it.

Sliding my palm against his, I’m faintly surprised at how rough his skin is against my own. I’m not sure why, being in here, I’m sure he must work in something like construction or maybe landscaping, whatever he does, it’s a long way from Stanford and his highly manicured hands. That man has more lotions than I do! I doubt he’d know what to do if he was handed a shovel.

‘After you’ I murmur coyly, giving a smile with a lot more confidence than I actually feel.

Tugging my hand, the sexy guy pulls me toward the exit, the pair of us stumbling outside a few minutes later into the freezing night air.

As he steps to th curb and holds up a hand for a taxi, a moment of panic hits me.

‘I’m not going to your home’ I say quickly, ‘it’ll be a hotel, and you are paying’ I add, cringing slightly, but hell, I’m broke.

The stranger flicks his gaze back to me, a smirk tugging at his lips as a car draws to a stop beside us.

‘I wouldn’t have it any other way sweetheart’ he growls seductively, and I swear, the pet name on his lips makes my thighs clench of their own accord. How the hell did he do that? One single word, dripping with raw testosterone and I’m suddenly worried that I might have a damp patch in my panties.

Opening the door, the dark haired man steps back, holding out a hand, offering me the option to get in or not.

Glancing at him, then down the road, and finally at the car, I suck in a breath, you only live once right?

Pushing the thought that this could possibly be my last night of living, I slide into the car, moving across to the far side as Mr Gorgeous climbs in beside me, locking us inside together.

As he turns toward the driver, I whip my cell out of my handbag, holding it up and snapping a photo of him before forwarding it to Margot.

Mr Gorgeous blinks, before frowning, looking over at me, ‘what was that for?’ he asks, a slight edge to his tone.

‘I sent a photo to my friend so if I end up dumped behind a dumpster tomorrow morning with my hands tied behind my back with my own panties and this dress ripped from my body, she’ll have a photo of you so the police can find you.’

He blinks again, before throwing back his head and laughing, the sound washing over me as I stare at him in awe. I thought he was gorgeous with his cheeky winks and rugged looks, but when he laughs? Holy mother of F.uck, I didn’t think anyone could be that beautiful!

His laughter subsiding, the man pulls out his own phone, snapping a photo of me before typing furiously.

‘Hey!’ I snap, glaring at him.

He shrugs, that knowing smirk back in place, ‘fairs fair sweetheart’ he chides me, ‘gotta let my boys know who I’m with, just in case it’s me behind that dumpster.’

I snort out a laugh, shaking my head in amusement as a throat clearing draws our attention to the impatient man up front who is waiting on us.

‘Where too?’ he asks, in a heavy Mexican accent.

‘Wyatt Regency’ my companion tells the driver who nods curtly, indicating and pulling away from the sidewalk immediately, merging into the New Year’s traffic unaware or uncaring at the blaring horns that go off around us.

I peek over at the man beside me, taking in his relaxed attitude as he leans back in the seat, one arm slung over the back as he watches me with interest.

‘The Wyatt?’ I blurt out, ‘that’s a bit fancy for a one night stand isn’t it?’

The stranger chuckles, that deep sound reverberating through me, as I press my legs together.

‘Just because it’s a one night stand, doesn’t mean I’m taking you somewhere that charges by the hour’ he replies huskily. ‘I may not be a commitment kinda guy, but I do want the women I sleep with to feel like they were respected.’

I blush lightly, slightly shaken by his candour. He seems to sense my thoughts as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my ear as he whispers against the shell.

‘I don’t lie to women’ he murmurs, ‘what you see is what you get sweetheart. I don’t do relationships, cuddling in bed or exchanging phone numbers, nor do I pretend that is on the cards. I like to have fun, I like the person I’m with to have fun too. I give a LOT more than I get, and I take great pleasure in giving pleasure to the person I’m with. The feeling when a woman falls apart underneath me? It’s like f.ucking drugs, I crave it.

So yeah, we’re going to the Wyatt, and when we get there, I’ll give you one more chance to run. If you do, I respect that, no hard feelings, but if you don’t . . ‘ his breath tickles me as I shiver, ‘I’ll f.uck you straight into the new year, I’ll have you screaming so long and hard, that you’ll forget all about whatever it was that brought you into Aces tonight, and I’ll make damn sure that you leave tomorrow with a p***y so tender, you feel me with every damn step you take that day.’