My Hockey Alpha

Nina

Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me.

“Your makeup is smudged.”

I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me.

“Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup.

“I guess you could say that,” I replied.

“You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me?

“Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the alcohol.

Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink.

He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused.

I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort.

“No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.”

“So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.”

With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar.

stole my boyfriend — broke up last semester, Enzo’s dorm had a constant stream of gorgeous girls going in at

one time I thought I had a chance, when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be

had said, pointing and laughing.

swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of my ugly duckling phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my

He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the

bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and

I didn’t have to go home

But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides…

a deep breath, I turned the knob and entered Enzo’s

sitting on the couch when I entered, as though

standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could

said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared

just… Could use a little comfort,”

anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth

smacked together the whole way there. I bit his lower lip, which caused him to groan, and when we entered his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us

something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and

remove his hand from my panties and let me taste myself off his fingers, then returned to touching me. Before he entered me

tell you that I’m a

wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely

to nibble my ear.

a loud moan, arching my back as he let his long, thick fingers slide into me. He slid them back and forth, going faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. I kissed and

me deeply in the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I

when he saw my lacy panties. I blushed. “Since you

top first to reveal my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of my bra, then slipped off my skirt to reveal my waist and thighs. I could see Enzo’s erection straining in his gray