Made To Be Broken - The Boston Hawks Hockey Series

Chapter Four

Marcus’s POV

I had every intention of finding the brunette from earlier, picking up where we left off, and hopefully taking her back to a hotel for some fun that will see in the entire New Years night. Well, that was until it was my round, and I head to the bar where that damn red dress was sitting, talking to Rick our barman, her honey coloured hair catching the light like a Goddammed golden halo.

As I move closer, inching around the sea of bodies that stand between me and Miss Trust Fund, I hear her voice for the first time, and damn if the melodic sound doesn’t hit me straight in the balls.

‘To a much better year than this one, where I get a kick ass job, and where every man’s d.ick falls off and they are forcibly given a vasectomy without any anaesthesia.’ The blonde’s voice rings out with conviction, toasting Rick who just shakes his head in amusement, wiping up the drops of liquor she’s just spilt on the bar before throwing his towel over his shoulder and heading toward the next patron trying to get his attention.

As I reach her side, my gaze is rivetted to her throat as she tips back the drink, swallowing it in one. Her skin is flawless, and I have to fight the urge not to lean closer and run my tongue up the curve of her neck.

She tips the glass upside down, slamming it into the bar as her ass shimmies in her seat.

‘Ouch’ I shout loudly, ‘what did all of mankind do to you to wish such pain on us?’ I throw on my usual smile that draws the women in, waiting for her to acknowledge me, but she doesn’t even look my way, more interested in Rick it seems.

‘Man kind are the scum of the earth’ she mutters, still ogling the bartender as he leans over the bar to a busty redhead, no doubt flirting.

‘They’re only good for one thing’ she adds, ‘in fact, that’s what I should do! Find a guy who can do dirty dirty things to me and then kick him to the curb, her usefulness over!’

Her gaze doesn’t leave Rick’s body as she speaks, and I notice her tongue flicker out, running across her bottom lip as she watches him. I bite back a twinge of annoyance, instead letting out a chuckle.

‘Sounds like a plan to me sweetheart, nothing wrong with a night of pleasure with no strings attached . . ‘

My voice trails off as her gaze finally slides toward me, and a set of deep grey eyes meet mine before she trails her attention down my body.

‘f**k, you’re gorgeous.’ I don’t think she meant to say those words out loud, but all power to her, other than a slight wince, she doesn’t look embarrassed by her admission. I can’t help feeling like a f.ucking king to finally have her looking my way with interest, more pleased than necessary that Rick seems to have been forgotten.

‘I could say the same about you sweetheart’ I growl, winking for good measure before leaning closer, invading her space, ‘and if you really want a night of carefree fun, I’m happy to oblige.’

I expect the blonde bombshell to rear back, maybe even clutch her pearls at my forwardness, give off the horrified look that the upper class feel like they need to put out in the world, as if their s.hit doesn’t stink like the rest of us. Instead, she raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me, her gaze dropping down my body again, perusing me, as if she’s trying to decide if I’m worthy of being her one night stand.

I’m not sweetheart, I think to myself, I’m hockey pucks and brawls, she screams champagne brunches and daddy’s credit card from every pore. I am nowhere near this woman’s league, I don’t think we are even playing the same damn game here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t f.ucking want her, or to at least to be the reason that she runs from this s.hit hole, back to her pampered life, because she doesn’t belong here, that much is certain as my renewed contract with the Hawks.

We stare at each other silently for a moment, and something about how she isn’t backing down from my offer. and the way she handled that drunken douche earlier, makes my d**k harden in my jeans. I both want to both chase her out of the bar, somewhere she should never have ended up in, but also a primal part of me wants to get this woman on all fours and f.uck the airs and graces out of her. I want to see if, when she’s falling into ecstasy, dos she becomes just a dirty and desperate as everyone else in this bar.

She taps her nail against the wooden top of the bar thoughtfully, as I watch her, slightly mesmerised.

The movement of her slim fingers as they drum out a beat I can’t hear over the music, holds my attention, then unbidden, my eyes follow her fingers as they lift to her hair, brushing one of the stray curls behind her ear, drawing my gaze to the hollow of her neck, the creamy skin just begging to be marked.

‘Do you think you are really up to the task?’ she asks, eyeing me, drawing my attention from her lips that now hold a coy smile, up to her eyes, finding her watching me intently.

My back straightens under her perusal, and I puff out my chest slightly, I may know that I’m way below her league, but damn if I’m going to back down from the challenge, even if I do believe she’ll be running for the door before too long. Backing down isn’t in my nature, and I’m f.ucking enjoying the game even if it’s going to be short lived.

Raising my arm, I signal to Rick for a beer just so I can make my arm flex, a movement that isn’t missed by Miss Trust fund, her tongue darting out as her gaze latches onto my shirt that has tightened from the movement.

Waiting for Rick to walk up, I order my beer, along with a refill of what turns out to be tequila for the alluring woman. Once our drinks are in front of us, I watch the bartender walk away, then I lift the bottle to my lips, taking a swig before pulling it away and raising my eyebrow at her.

Leaning closer, I wink playfully, ‘trust me’ I growl, ‘I’m more than up to the task sweetheart, in fact, I’ve been known to spend all night bringing my job to multiple satisfactory conclusions.’

I don’t miss the shiver that runs through her, the blonde sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as her cheeks tinge pink. A smirk tugs at my lips as her gaze darts to the people around us before coming back to me, knowing that I’ve won this little game she wanted to play and that she’s about to back down and run, her tail between her legs, back to her rich daddy who she was probably trying to annoy with this little stunt tonight.

‘OK’ she say suddenly, and my gaze snaps to her, my lips parting in shock as I take in her determined expression.

‘Huh?’ I ask, slightly blindsided.

Picking up the shot Rick just poured her, she throws it back, swallowing before grabbing her designer purse from the bar and standing up, surprisingly steady for a woman who has been downing God knows how many drinks.

‘I said OK’ she repeats, looking up at me, at least four inches shorter than me, even in the f.uck me heels. ‘if you think you’re up to the task, then lets go hot shot, rock my world.’