My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0670 Nina "You did what?" The evening's events had left a bittersweet taste in my mouth as I sat in front of the bedroom vanity, slowly brushing out my long, black hair. It had gotten so much longer over the past year, and now fell almost down to my butt. My bangs had grown out, though.

"I told her that she doesn't need to work for us," I said, meeting Enzo's gaze in the mirror.

He huffed with annoyance and flopped down onto the edge of the bed. "But we needed her help. After all that, you just let her walk away?" I met his gaze in the mirror, pausing mid-brush. "Look, I know how it sounds, Enzo," I said softly. "But it just didn't feel right to use her like that. Giving her a taste of friendship only to wind up using her for her services... it seemed so... transactional.

Enzo let out a deep sigh, running his fingers through his curly brown hair. "I get it, I do," he said quietly. "But she was our key to finding that wolf. We need to figure out another way now." I placed the brush down and turned to face him. "She'll cback." Enzo raised an eyebrow. "What?" "She'll cback," I repeated, standing and crossing over to him. "I'm sure of it." "What makes you so sure?" "Look," I said, "she's lonely, and intrigued by us. I just have a feeling that she won't be able to ignore that feeling, and that she'll return. Maybe then she can help us, not as a spy, but... as a friend." There was a pause, a moment of silence where the weight of the situation seemed to hang between us. Then, Enzo's demeanor shifted, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. I noticed then the slight unsteadiness in his stance, the faint flush on his cheeks. He was a bit drunk, the merriment of the party still lingering in his system. He stood. "You amazesometimes," he said, his voice low and husky. "Always so welcoming. Even when you hardly know someone." I smirked at him. "I know a girl like that better than you realize. You forget that I was like that, once; an outcast. Someone who always watched from the sidelines but never actually got to join in on the fun." "Yeah, I guess I do forget," Enzo said softly. "Now noble of you, to care for those who are like that now. While you're over here, popular as ever, Mrs. Rivers." I couldn't help but blush.

He sauntered over to me, his large, callused hands sliding along the soft silk of my nightgown. I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down my spine at his touch. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you were absolutely glowing tonight. Still are." I felt my cheeks warm up under his gaze. "It's just the pregnancy," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Enzo's hands found my waist, pullingcloser to him. "No, it's more than that. It's you, Nina. You're beautiful." His words were a gentle caress, and I melted into his embrace.

The dim light of our bedroom cast soft shadows around us, the outside world fading away as we stood there, lost in each other. The soft music that was playing through the bluetooth speakers filled the silence, low and sweet.

Without a word, we began to dance, swaying gently to the music. His hands were warm and steady on my back, guidingin a slow, gentle rhythm. My arms wrapped around his neck, my head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

As we danced, Enzo's hand drifted down to rest on my belly. "What do you hope for? A boy or a girl?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I'm impartial," I murmured. "I just hope he or she has your hair." "Mine?" Enzo laughed. "You're the one with the gorgeous hair. Mine's a messy mop." "I like your mop," I whispered, tilting my chin up to look at him.

Enzo gazed down at me. His eyes were half-closed, partially from the alcohol and partially from the intimacy of the moment. "Either way, they'll be amazing," he murmured. "Just like their mother." Our eyes met, and in that moment, there was nothing but us. The worries, the responsibilities, the challenges we faced-they all faded into the background. All that remained was the love we shared, the bond that had only grown stronger with time.

Slowly, Enzo leaned down, his lips meeting mine. He tasted like whiskey as his tongue slid into my mouth, swirling around with mine.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me, pickingup with ease. He carriedslowly over to the bed and gently laiddown, my hair fanning out aroundon the pillow. I shivered as his hand began working its way up my thigh.

"You feeling okay for this?" he asked, his soft brown eyes meeting mine in the dim lamplight.

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

"What about this?" Enzo smirked, slipping his hand up inside my silky nightgown. His callused fingers pressed against the soft cotton fabric of my panties and madeshiver. "You're already wet," he muttered, sounding a little surprised.

"Can you blme?" I asked with a smirk of my own.

Enzo shook his head. "No, I can't," he said, taking my hand and pressing it against his groin, where he was already hard and straining through his pants. "Because I'm already like this."

I grinned as I felt the warmth of his cock in my hand. Propping myself up m on my elbow, I stroked him there for ΝΟ a few moments before tugging at his belt. His fingers, clumsy from the alcohol, fumbled to help me. A moment later, I was tugging down his jeans just enough to see his erection burst out, causing a soft gasp to escape my lips.

"What?" Enzo teased, sliding onto the bed between my legs. "Never seen it before?" "No," I replied. "I just never get used to it." Enzo grinned. I felt those sthick, callused hands pushdown onto the bed, and then he was over me, holding my wrists down to the mattress-firmly, but not too hard.

"You're too gentle withnow that I'm pregnant," I teased as I rocked my hips against him, feeling the head of his cock graze my panties. "You know you don't have to." Enzo groaned softly and pressed his erection a little harder against me. "Quiet," he muttered.

"Make me."

Suddenly, Enzo released his grip on one of my wrists and pressed his hand over my mouth. His. his close to have face chis lips grazing my neck as he began to grind himself against me, his soft moans echoing in my ears. I bucked my hips against him then, desperate to feel him now as I felt my panties get even more wet. But Enzo pulled away, clicking his tongue at me.

"Not yet," he teased, reaching up e underneath my nightgown again, where he slipped my panties aside and began to work his thick, warm fingers into me, causingto arch my back and moan behind his hand.

"Not yet."