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.

well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa — the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend — broke up last semester, Enzo’s dorm had a constant stream of gorgeous girls going in at night and walking out the next morning, their lipstick smeared and their hair a mess. No girls ever went back; Enzo only participated in one night

to prom,

pointing and

lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to

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

soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished

didn’t have to go

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

I turned the knob and

I entered, as though he had been

taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I

your mind?

Could use a little comfort,”

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

the whole way there. I

getting himself off, but as

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

tell you that

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

he replied, leaning down 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

he was finished pleasuring me, he removed his hand from my panties and looked me deeply in the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I was

amused when he saw my lacy panties. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble,

and began to nervously remove my clothes. I removed my top first to reveal my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of my