Break My Heart: An Enemies-to-Lovers Coach’s Daughter Sports Romance (Western Wildcats Hockey)

It’s hard to believe almost a year has passed since I started working with Nadia Petrovic. To say that it’s been grueling would be an understatement. She demands perfection every second I’m on the ice. What can’t be denied is that I’ve become a better skater with her coaching. The long hours, the sweat, the exhaustion—it’s all been worth it. I didn’t realize how much I missed the thrill of competition until I was back in it. Every jump, every spin, every glide across the ice feels like I’ve found a part of myself that I’d long forgotten.

The hardest part is being separated from Hayes.

He’s playing for Nashville now, and the NHL season runs for nearly eight months, sometimes longer if the team makes it to the playoffs. If I’d been secretly worried that a long-distance relationship might be the end of us, the opposite has turned out to be true. When we’re able to arrange our schedules and fly to the same city, it’s always explosive between us. We can’t keep our hands off each other and end up spending most of our time in bed. There’s no other place I’d rather be than wrapped up in his arms. Our connection has only flourished, deepening over the past year.

When we’re together, nothing else in the world exists.

I’ll see him again in two weeks at a competition, but right now, I miss him so much, it hurts.

I grab my laptop and open it, settling on the queen-sized bed in my apartment. Anticipation hums through my veins as I stare at the dark computer screen, waiting for him to start a private show just for me.

It’s become our thing, a way to bridge the distance when we can’t be in the same city. One of my favorite things is to watch him get off on camera. I love the way he runs his hands down his chiseled chest and over his defined abs, each movement causing his muscles to flex and ripple. I can’t stop from touching myself, imagining his hands are the ones bringing me pleasure as I watch him fist his thick erection with precision and control. What we’ve found together is raw and intimate, a part of our relationship that we’ve grown into, where we can explore our needs without judgment.

Hayes indulges me in ways I never thought possible, turning all my fantasies into reality.

With him, I feel free.

And safe.

I grow impatient as the screen remains blank. With a frown, I scoop up my phone and call him. He answers on the second ring.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I click a few more keys, only wanting to see his gorgeous face.

“Hold on, babe.” His voice crackles through the line. “I’m having some technical difficulties on my end. Just give me a second or two to work through the kinks.”

A few more minutes slip by, and still nothing. I sigh as disappointment creeps in at the edges. Today was rough. Nadia had me practicing one part of my new routine over and over until it was perfect.

My legs ache, and my body feels like it’s been through a war. The thought of seeing Hayes tonight, even if it’s just through a screen, was what got me through it all.

But now…

It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.

My head snaps up when there’s a knock on the apartment door. “Someone’s here,” I mutter with a frown.

“Expecting company?”

“Not that I know of.”

“I’ll wait while you go check who it is,” he says as I slide off the bed and pad barefoot to the door.

With a twist of the handle, I pull it open. A gasp catches in my throat, and my heart stutters before beating into overdrive. Standing on the other side of the threshold is Hayes. A smile lights up his face.

My eyes widen, and before I can even think, I launch myself at him with a small squeal of happiness. He catches me easily, his strong arms banding around me as I bury my face against his neck and inhale his masculine scent.

God, I’ve missed it so much.

I’ve missed him so much.

A heavy wave of emotion crashes over me.

I can’t believe he’s standing at my door.

After spending weeks apart and trying to coordinate our schedules, I didn’t think it was possible.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice muffled against his shoulder before I pull back just enough to search his handsome face. “We talked about it. You said you wouldn’t be able to make it this weekend!”

His grin widens as his eyes twinkle with amusement. “I wanted it to be a surprise. Are you surprised, baby?”

Tears well in my eyes as I pull him closer. “You have no idea.” I’ve missed him so much, and now that he’s here, everything feels right again. Like I can breathe again.

He’s changed so much since college. He’s more muscular, his body harder and thicker, and I love it. I can’t stop my hands from roaming over the firm planes of his chest and arms, feeling the strength that lies tightly harnessed beneath his skin. As soon as I wrap my legs around his waist, he palms my ass cheeks.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, kissing him again, this time slower, savoring the taste of him.

He chuckles against my lips, carrying me toward the bedroom without breaking our connection. “I’ve missed you too, babe. I couldn’t go another day without seeing you. Holding you. Kissing you.”

Once we’re in the bedroom, he lowers me onto the mattress, his body hovering over mine. The warmth of his presence seeps into me and chases away the exhaustion of the day.

Now that he’s here, everything else fades to the background.

Nothing else matters but this man.

He’s become my everything.

The reason I draw air into my lungs.

And I can’t imagine that ever changing.

He presses a kiss against my lips before pulling away and staring deep into my eyes. “You know how much I love you, right?”

I nod. He shows and tells me every single day.

Not once have I ever doubted it.

Even when I watch his games on TV, and I see all the women sporting his jersey and cheering for him. One even held up a sign that said she blew him in college.

I really hope she enjoyed it because that’s not something that will ever happen again.

I’m the only one who gets to blow my husband now.

Oh, did I forget to mention that we’re married?

We tied the knot three months ago.

It was during a weekend trip to Vegas to watch him play. A bunch of his college teammates flew out to the game. Afterward, we went out to celebrate and had a few too many drinks. One thing led to another, and an Elvis impersonator presided over the nuptials.

We haven’t told anyone else.

For the time being, it’s our little secret.

The only time I wear the wedding band he bought for me is when I’m alone in the apartment. I can’t wait until next July when we have a formal ceremony, and I can wear his ring all the time.

In his eyes I see every drop of love he feels for me.

It’s always shining brightly from his green depths.

“I do. And I love you just as much. Thank you for planning this. You have no idea how much I needed to see your face in person.” My fingers trail over the light stubble on his cheek.

“I know, babe. It won’t always be like this. Hopefully, if the trade happens, we’ll be living in the same city.”

I squeeze my eyes closed and pray with every fiber of my being that his agent can work a little magic. Hayes Van Doren is a hot commodity in the league. We won’t know for another month or so if they were able to hammer out the finer details of the contract, though.

His gaze trails down my body. “I think you might be wearing a bit too much clothing.”

Before I can say a word, he grips the hem of my shirt and drags it up my torso before dropping it to the floor beside the bed. His attention stays fastened to my chest as he palms the soft flesh.

“I love when you don’t wear a bra. Easy access.”

With a whimper, I arch into his touch. It’s been so long since his hands have been on me, branding me as his own.

And I’ve missed it.

Missed him.

He tweaks my nipples until the little peaks stiffen before tugging them in tandem. It’s enough to drag another moan from me. His face lowers until he can suck one pert tip between his lips, drawing it deep inside the warmth of his mouth. My core dampens with arousal as I squirm. My fingers tunnel through his thick blond hair to hold him close. He releases my nipple with a soft pop before giving the same attention to the other one.

“Hayes, please…” My voice trails off as pleasure floods every cell in my body.

He lifts his head until his gaze can capture mine. “Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you want. You know I’ll give you exactly what you need. All you have to do is ask.”

It’s not an empty promise.

He means every damn word.

He proves it to me every time we make love. And that’s exactly what it is.

Love.

“I want you to flip me over and take me hard.”

“Fuck, baby. That’s sweet music to my ears.” With a growl, he yanks my leggings down my hips and thighs before they meet the same fate as the shirt.

He spreads my legs wide and stares at my pussy. “No panties, huh?”

I shake my head.

His thumb glides over my slit. A deep rumble of approval comes from his chest. “Already wet for me.”

“I was so excited to see you that I would’ve fucked you in the hallway.”

“Mmmm. Don’t care if you would’ve given all your neighbors a show, huh?”

The idea is thrilling and only sends my arousal spiking. “Let them watch. All the ladies would be drooling over your big cock, wishing they had something half the size.”

He smirks. “You’re the only one I want drooling anywhere near my cock. Preferably all over my dick while you’re choking on it.”

More wetness gathers in my core. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, Tink.” He smears my arousal around, rubbing soft circles against my clit before flicking the little piece of jewelry. I can’t help but arch my back and widen my legs, needing more.

Needing everything.

“Always so fucking greedy.”

“For you.”

“Better only be for me.”

When he slides one finger deep inside my body, my inner muscles clench around him. With his other hand, he toys with my nipple while leisurely pumping inside my pussy until my eyelids are fluttering shut as waves of pleasure pummel my senses.

It wouldn’t take much to make me come.

A second finger joins the first, filling me even more. Stretching me for his girth. My eyelids crack open when he pauses. I find his gaze locked on my spread pussy. Only his fingertips remain inside me.

“Such a gorgeous cunt. I’m going to enjoy fucking and eating it this weekend. I’ve missed the taste of you on my tongue. I hope Nadia gave you the day off tomorrow, otherwise you’ll be calling in sick.”

“She did,” I say with a gasp.

The thought of him doing all those delicious things to me only gets me wetter. I’m probably drenched right now.

He smirks. “You love the dirty talk, don’t you, baby girl?”

“You know I do.”

A slow grin spreads across his face. “Yup, I do. I just love hearing you admit it.”

We couldn’t be more perfectly suited. His appetites match my own, as if we were made for each other.

“How much does this pussy need to be fucked?”

I spread my legs impossibly wide as he caresses my lips. “Please, I need you.”

“Trust that I know exactly what you need.”

“I do, Hayes. I trust you to always take care of me.”

His eyes soften before he leans down and licks my slit from the bottom to my clit before sucking the silver ring into his mouth. I can’t help but shift, silently begging for him to push me over the edge and into oblivion.

It certainly won’t be the last time tonight.

And I can’t wait.

I gasp when he pulls back and slaps my clit with the tips of his fingers. Pleasure explodes in my core before reverberating throughout the rest of my body.

His hands settle on my hips before tightening. It doesn’t take much for him to flip me over and drag me to the edge of the bed. He swats one ass cheek before doing the same to the other side. It’s not hard. Just enough to have pain blooming into pleasure.

“Ass in the air, baby girl. You know how I like to see both your pretty little holes.”

My belly dips at his dirty words.

I press the side of my face into the sheets. My back arches, raising my ass in the air, as I spread my legs nice and wide.

Just the way he likes it.

The way I like it too.

I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t enjoy.

And Hayes wouldn’t ask it of me either.

“So damn beautiful,” he whispers as his hand drifts across the curve of my ass before his fingers separate the flesh even more so he can stare at the most secret part of me.

He pumps one finger in my pussy before sliding it over my rosebud, massaging the tight ring before gradually pressing inside. My breath catches and my eyelids feather shut at the delicious intrusion. He strokes in and out of me until every muscle loosens, and my body turns pliant.

“You have the most perfect heart-shaped ass. I miss it so damn much when we can’t be together.”

“I miss the way you play with me too.”

I suck in a breath as he pushes in deeper. He crouches down until his warm breath can ghost across my delicate flesh as he presses a kiss against me.

“I wish I could wait longer, but I can’t. I’ll take my time with you later.”

“Well, I did ask you to take me hard.”

With a strained chuckle, he rises to his feet. In one swift movement, his cock slides deep inside my body, filling me to the brim.

Another groan falls from his lips. “Right here, baby. Pure bliss.”

It doesn’t take long for our bodies to fall into a natural rhythm. And then we’re both falling over the edge.

Together.

The way it was always meant to be.