SIN-BIN: An Enemies To Lovers College Hockey Romance (Sinners on the Ice)
SIN-BIN: Chapter 24

COLTON

“What are you planning to do tonight?” Clay watches me intently as I swallow my burger, washing it down with Pepsi. I keep silent, holding his gaze without seeing him.

What am I planning to do? Fuck Ava into oblivion if I can finally corner her somewhere on campus. The girl might be a fucking spy, because she navigates through this place without letting me get my hands on her. Wherever I go, she either already left or wasn’t there at all. Of course, I could wait for her near her dorm, or even in her room, but I’m sure as hell she wants to keep this a secret. Especially from her roommate.

“Colt?” I blink, refocusing my attention on my best friend.

“Have you seen Ava?”

He breaks into a smile, eyes full of amusement. He knows I like her, and that I can actually use his help. I don’t want to put on another act. “I did.”

Do I need to pull every word out of him? “When?”

“Yesterday.” Clay sips his drink, enjoying the moment. “Before practice. She was waiting for Layla. They were going shopping.”

Shopping, my ass. When I opened her message and saw her boobs in some sporty bra with a glimpse of her abs and yet another piercing, I cursed like a madman. There is something about her that makes me lose my head. It’s like a switch flips, and my mind shifts to only one thing: being completely obsessed with Ava. I desperately want to have her, not only in my bed, but in my life, and that’s why this shit scares me to death. What if she never feels the way I do? So far, it’s been all fun and games for her, and while I’m happy to play along for now, I know myself. With my issues, I need to know she likes me and feels the same way I do. I just need it.

“Do you know where I can replace her?” I lick my lips and grasp my drink in my hand. My mouth is as dry as the Sahara desert, so I chug my Pepsi and set it back on the table.

“She loves to read, and she’s always at the library. From what I know, she prefers to study there rather than in her dorm room.”

“The library? I definitely didn’t expect that answer.”

“Man, you have no idea what a wild little thing she is.” His head falls back with laughter. “Yesterday I grabbed her book to see what she was reading, and it was a sex scene. It was about some dude fucking his stepsister for the first time.”

Actually, that part doesn’t surprise me. She has a very dirty mind, and a filthy mouth. It’s something I gathered about her myself. But the library? A good girl with a wild side, that’s who she is. No doubt about it. “Stepsister, huh? That’s why you were late to practice?”

“Shut it, dude.” Clay instantly becomes defensive, folding his arms across his chest. “It was enough she mocked me, no need to rub it in. Plus, I wanted to talk to her about the stupid bet I made with Moore, and her book screwed up my mind, so I forgot about it. She told me to call her, but I don’t want to tell her that on the phone.”

“You don’t talk about stuff like that on the phone,” I point out. “You will need to apologize.”

“Exactly.” He looks around, twisting his lips. “I hope he doesn’t try anything with her, you know? I don’t mind wearing a dress and makeup if I lose fairly, but that’s not how Hudson operates. Especially when she keeps telling him off over and over again.”

“He can always try,” I hiss, balling my fists and clenching my jaw. If that fucker touches her, I will destroy him.

“Wow.” Blinking, I meet my best friend’s gaze, noticing a little twinkle behind his irises. Why is he staring at me like that? “You really like her, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“I knew it. Man, I want to hug you right now,” Clay murmurs.

“Fuck off,” I scoff, standing up. “See you tomorrow.”

He puts his hand on his belly, calming down and staring at me with growing interest. Clay is a nosy asshole, but the truth is, he’s the most loyal person I have ever met, and I know I can trust him.

“Are you going to the library?”

“Maybe.” I smirk, snatching my backpack. I haven’t been in the library for two years, but to finally get to see her? I would go to the end of the fucking earth.

“I still need to talk to her,” he says lazily. “Maybe I should come with you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I threaten him with a smile on my face, and he laughs again. “Bye, Clay.”

“Bye, Colt-on.” Clay moans, and I show him two middle fingers. Moron.

I turn around and amble to the hallway. I quickly go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and pop some gum into my mouth. Running my fingers through my hair, I heave a sigh and head to the library. It’s highly possible she won’t be there, and even if I text her to ask about her whereabouts, she’d never tell me. I don’t have any other choice but to go in blindly and hope for the best.

Stepping into the library, I look around until I notice her. Gotcha. A smile blooms on my lips as I quietly stroll in her direction. She sits with her back to me, typing on her laptop. She’s completely oblivious to my presence, while my body comes to life at just the sight of her.

I’m whipped, aren’t I?

I stop behind her, hovering over her and bending to her ear. “What are you doing?” I ask, noticing how she shivers. She slowly turns her head and meets my gaze. Her lips part, and she looks at me as if she’s in daze. “Ava?”

She blinks, allowing her mouth to curl into a smile. “I certainly know what I’m not doing.” With how she keeps her eyes glued to my face, I know she’s controlling herself. And that’s something I want to fix. I want her to lose control and let her guard down. For me.

Smirking, I move a chair next to her and plop myself down on it. “You’re not talking to me, am I right?”

“You’re a smart boy.” Ava averts her gaze and continues typing on her laptop. It’s just a pretense; she’s watching me. I take my book out of my backpack, put it on the table, place my elbow on my knee, and lower my chin onto my hand, opening the book with my other hand. I don’t care whether others think I’m studying or not, but I will put on this act for her.

I watch as she turns her head to the right, observing what people in the library are doing. She is still trying to type, and that’s adorable. So much determination. I drag my gaze down her body, taking in all the details. Her red tee sculpts her chest like a second skin, making her boobs look big and her waist narrow, and a black skirt ends way higher than her knees.

I inch slightly toward her and put my hand on her knee. Ava stirs. Her typing becomes slower, and she looks down. As I lean into her ear, I slide my palm up under her skirt. “On a scale from one to five, how quiet do you think you’ll be able to keep?”

Ava whips her head to me. “A hundred,” she rumbles.

Our eyes lock, and neither of us looks away. My palm reaches her panties, and my finger brushes her clit through the fabric. Once, twice, circling with calculated slowness. She slides further down in her chair, spreading her legs apart a bit more and giving me a better angle. I want her to lose her mind, but so far it looks like it will be me doing that all over again. She holds my gaze, stubbornly staying quiet.

I smirk, shifting and leaning my elbow on the table. Facing her, I slide my fingers down, feeling her wetness. She’s fucking dripping. Jesus Christ. My breath becomes heavy and shallow. My cock is hard, straining against my jeans.

Adding more pressure, I massage her clit through her panties, eyes glued to her face. Her eyebrows knit together, and she bites her bottom lip. A blush grows on her cheeks, and a few wild locks fall out of her bun. It’s getting harder and harder for her to keep quiet, and I’m loving it.

I move her panties aside. My finger dips into her core, sliding inside her without any problem. Her eyes grow wide, and she swallows with difficulty. “Why did you stop typing, Ava? Is there a problem?” I ask, taking my finger out of her. She shoots me a glare but keeps silent. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Ava shakes her head, closing her eyes. I press my thumb to her swollen clit, massaging it. She pants; her hips rotate with the movements of my finger. She’s desperate in her desire to come, and I decide to indulge her, making her break her promise at the same time. Her breath quickens, and her palm absentmindedly flies to her breast. She squeezes it, shutting her eyes harder, and finally lets out a quiet moan. It’s more like a whimper, but I’ll take it nonetheless.

I double down in my efforts, and she shudders in no time, exhaling loudly with her orgasm. Her legs shake, and I’m so damn proud of myself.

Her eyelashes flutter, and she timidly opens her eyes, meeting my gaze. I fix her panties, move away, and just admire the flushed look on her face. Her bun is messy, her cheeks are red, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly. She rakes her eyes over me. I have no idea what she sees, but she heaves a sigh, runs her palms over her skirt, and sits up straight.

“I think that was a two,” I say, laughter in my voice. “From one to five, you keeping quiet was a two. Not a hundred for sure.”

“I hate you,” she hisses, but it’s so unconvincing that I laugh again. No, baby, you don’t.

Gathering my things, I hide my book in my backpack and drape it over my shoulder, rising to my feet. It’s funny how her eyes instantly drop to my crotch. Ava licks her lips, eyeing the bulge in my pants. I want to tell her that she’s the only one who has this effect on me, the only one who gets me off like I did when I was younger, a horny teen. I want to tell her so many things, but I can’t. It’s not the place and not the time. At least for now.

“Are you…leaving?” she asks, her voice trembling.

I lower my head, boring my gaze into hers. “Even though I want to stay and fuck you, bend you over this table, I need to go. I have some errands to run.”

She twists her lips, looking angry. With me? Or herself? I frown, watching her in confusion. I played my part to a tee, but what if it was too much?

“Okay.”

Okay? My dignity just waved me goodbye. Disappearing into the midst of Ava’s chaos. “How about you come with me? I need to drop off my stuff in the locker room.”

“To the ice rink? No, thanks,” she snaps at me, grasping her laptop in her hands and pulling it toward her. Her attention is on the screen, as if I no longer exist.

I thread my fingers through my hair and take a step back. “See you around then.”

“Uh-huh.” Fucking perfect. What did the girl you like say to you after you gave her an orgasm? Uh-huh.

Veering around the table, I edge to the door. My shoulders are squared, and my head is high, but my heart is heavy, so each step takes a toll on me. It’s hard to breathe, and I almost suffocate. For the first time in my entire life, I met a girl who turned my world upside down. Fucked up my head and made me brainless. I feel alive around her and empty when she’s not with me. Her behavior is confusing and irritating, and it is totally driving me crazy.

The door slams behind me, and I trudge to the ice rink. Ten minutes, and I will be free to go home and throw myself a pity party. I definitely need it.

Just as I’m about to enter the locker room, I feel my phone vibrate. I take it out of my pocket, unlock the screen, and take a deep breath. She sent me three new messages, and I’m not so sure I want to know what they say. Fuck it.

HONEY:

I kinda didn’t expect you to leave.

HONEY:

But sorry for snapping at you. You didn’t deserve it. The ice rink and I aren’t friends anymore, so…

A lopsided grin forms on my face, and it feels as if I can breathe freely again. Her final message makes me laugh so hard, I have to press my forehead to the wall to steady myself.

HONEY:

Thank you for the O in the library. Not sure whether to be mad at you or feel grateful. How about going to the movies tomorrow? It’s dark, and there’s more privacy.

I need to calm down before I reply. There is no way in hell I will fuck her for the first time anywhere except my bed. It’s absolutely out of the question, and I won’t change my mind no matter what.

ME:

I’ll buy tickets and send you the details. And we’re not fucking in the movie theater.

HONEY:

Sounds like a challenge.