Rising Summers: Unbelievable, #1

By Garnet Davenport

Chloe's childhood crush for as long as she could remember had always been Nix Drayden. Nix was her best friend's older brother and has never been a good idea for multiple reasons. Nix had broken her heart on more than one occasion; from never giving her the time of day, to the day he signed his NHL contract and left her behind. All she ever wanted was for was the one boy who has always owned her heart to give her his. 

Nix was fine going through life without commitments or responsibilities until the summer that changed everything. He came home to get the shock of his life and all he could do after that was think about the one girl that could destroy his career. Nix decided to keep seeing her, to keep her in his life and by his side. When things go south, Nix gives in to the pressure and pushes her away, breaking Chloe's heart for the last time. She won't let it happen again. 

Chloe had to pick herself up and walk away from the only boy who would ever hold her heart. If Nix can come to his senses will it be too late to prove to Chloe his heart belongs to her? He might have to walk away from everything he's ever known to be with the one girl who stole his heart and won't let it go. 

For mature audiences only. Contains mature content. 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Garnet Davenport
• Release date: Apr 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393341192

Book preview

1

PUCKING CONFUSING

CHLOE

I watched my eight-year-old self twisting her hips from side to side in front of the long mirror in my childhood bedroom. I had tried to see how my new My Little Pony outfit looked on me. I had begged my mom for anything My Little Pony, but she said it wasn’t dignified enough for a Senator’s daughter to wear. She had always dressed me in the utmost fashionable clothes only a Kennedy would wear. My mom once said she had to be Jackie O all the time for my father’s senatorial candidacy. Fashion had always been high on the priority list for me—I wanted to look cute. That’s why, when my nanny had given me this outfit, I knew it was the one I wanted to show off to Phoenix. I thought I looked good. Hopefully, Phoenix would too.

Phoenix, my best friend’s older brother and quite possibly the love of my life, was supposed to have been on his way to walk me back to his house. I had been so excited for that one-on-one time with him. I could feel the anxious butterflies in my stomach even as I watched my younger self get ready. I already knew I was going to marry him one day. I just needed to get him to notice me. Notice me the way his father looks at his mother. I longed for that kind of love.

I hurried down the stairs to the kitchen with a happy bounce in my step. When I saw Phoenix, my heartbeat sped up just a little faster. I followed after my younger self, ready to see Nix as that fifteen-year-old god. I caught a glimpse of him as I felt the excited little girl present herself to the boy she loved.

There he was, jet black hair just like his mom’s and his sister’s, the brightest blue eyes that anyone had ever seen. I looked up and saw Phoenix standing by the door, looking down at his cell phone. He was perhaps texting one of his jerk friends. But I really wanted him to look up and notice me.

You ready? he asked. When I hadn’t said anything, he looked up without really seeing me. Let’s go, Phoenix said, not even giving me a chance to reply. In fact, he barely took any notice. My heart dropped for the little girl I was nearly a decade ago when he didn’t say anything. He purposely looked away from me. Reminding me of the time, I was almost sure he overheard Brooklyn and me talking about that stupid crush I had on him. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious to nearly everyone. I’d overheard his friends making fun of him about my crush on him all the time. It hurt hearing them tease him about my crush. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it. And it’s not like I could do anything either. Stupid boys.

Before I could tell him I needed a coat, he had taken off out the back door. I knew he didn’t want to wait for me. I rushed after him, not thinking it would take too long to get back to his house, and if it was a little cold, it wouldn’t have been too bad. But I had been wrong.

I could barely see him weaving between trees and over logs. He was so fast. Too fast. I tried so hard to push myself forward. But I just couldn’t keep up.

Phoenix! You’re going too fast! Don't leave me! I cried out. I wanted to reach for her, tell her everything would be all right.

I felt myself falling with her as she tripped over a downed branch covered in snow. When she looked around for Nix, he was so far ahead. I remembered it as if it took hours for him to turn around.

Phoenix! I cried out for him. Hearing him rushing to a stop and coming back for me made my heart sing with all the old emotions I thought were buried.

Chloe! he called back for me.

He was instantly beside us, kneeling. He looked me over. Tears streamed down my face as I clutched at my ankle. He took his coat off and laid it over me.

I’ll go get help, he said frantically.

Don’t leave me, I cried.

I’ll be right back. For the briefest of moments, I could feel how much he cared for me. He put his hand on my shoulder and then said, I promise.

He was up and running before I was able to respond. I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore. Everything was silent except for the cold winter’s wind and some wildlife that had started to make the hairs on my arms stand on end. It was now dark, and Nix was nowhere in sight. I remembered thinking he wasn’t coming back. That he had left me. That was when I heard my younger self whisper, Don’t go. Her voice was lost in the wind. Watching her lying there on the ground, clutching onto Nix’s coat for warmth, and crying. I hadn’t known what to do at the time. I had been in so much pain, and the only thing that had brought me comfort was the scent from Nix’s coat.

A fresh layer of snow was coming down heavier. I had been alone in the woods for what felt like hours, no one around to help me. It was even colder then. My fingers and toes felt like they were burning. The only bit of warmth I could feel was the warm cloud of air as I breathed through my mouth throughout the pain in my ankle.

My tears had dried, but I still felt like I needed the release. I had felt like he wasn’t coming back like he had promised. He would come back. Right? Wouldn't he? I started to think I might be able to crawl back to my house, but I wasn’t sure which direction we had come from. I slowly fell asleep, whether from the cold or exhaustion. I don’t remember how long it took, and I don’t know who came for me, but I had made it out of those woods.

2

PUCKING HELL

NIX

Pucking hell, I thought to myself while I tried to look only into my bowl of cereal. But I couldn’t take my eyes off my little sister’s best friend while she ran upstairs in those tight leggings. Ugh. I felt my cock twitch, and I knew I needed a release. When the hell did that scrawny little girl that followed me around get so damn sexy? She has boobs. Real perky boobs. I adjusted myself and put my unfinished plate and bowl in the sink.

I kept wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t moved out of the house when I started looking at her differently. Chloe is supposed to be like a little sister to me. I’ve known her for as long as I can remember, and even when our families first met and Brooklyn brought her into the family, I felt something. Even though I shouldn’t have. I felt guilty every time I had jerked off over the thought of her under me, on top or me, or on her knees in front of me for the last six months. My stable girlfriend had broken up with me because I wouldn’t fuck her anymore. I didn’t want to be with someone and fantasize about another woman. She went so far as to accuse me of fucking someone else. It hadn’t been untrue, but it might as well have been. I had gone out with my teammates one night and found someone else for the night. I wanted to put Chloe’s face and body in her place. I hadn’t known when it had changed, but the one thing that wouldn’t change was her age. Seventeen. I groaned.

The thought of Chloe brought me back to a memory from last summer. I hadn’t been paying attention and needed to use the bathroom. I opened the door just as Chloe had stepped out of the shower. She was beautiful. Everything about her was perfection. I could tell she was mortified. Every inch of her flushed pink with embarrassment. She tried to grab for her towel at the same time I stepped back and tried to grab the door to close it. I stumbled when I grabbed for the door and tripped. Before I knew it, I fell into the hallway table and gave myself a black eye. I tried to apologize as she wrapped a towel around herself and ran past me lying on the floor with my hand gripping at my face. All I could do was apologize. After that, I didn’t know if I could face her again during the two weeks I had planned on staying with my parents. I left before the end of the day like a coward. I didn’t even stay for the big Fourth of July festivities.

Footsteps from Chloe and Brooklyn coming down the stairs pulled me from my memory, and I needed to looked up just to get to see Chloe again. I just wanted one more look. I wouldn’t do it again after that. I can swear off her. I really can. She bent over and picked up her book bag. Fuck me. Look at her ass. I remembered at that moment that she’s a runner. She loves to workout. She would be the perfect girl for me. Someone to workout with and someone to eat pizza with. I wanted more time with her.

You girls need a ride to school? I asked. Chloe, maybe you would like to ride my cock? The thought bounced around in my head while I waited for them to answer.

God, no, Brooklyn said in disgust. I don’t want to be swarmed trying to get to class.

I chuckled softly. I enjoyed some of the attention, but I really just wanted to be able to go to the pucking grocery store without being recognized. I’m twenty-four, and I hated going out to clubs or on dates. Everywhere I go, someone seems to recognize me as number forty-four on the New York Knights. I was signed my senior year of high school and started training with them the summer after I graduated. One of the compromises my mom made to make sure I would have at least my high school degree. Which I’m glad I have after a knee injury at the beginning of last season and physical therapy that could make a grown man into a baby. I realized I wouldn’t spend my entire life on the ice. Most NHL players typically don’t stay past the age of thirty-five, which means, if I play my cards right, I’ll get another ten years before my body gives out on me and I won’t even be able to teach my kids how to play the game I grew up loving.

During that time, I wanted to find a girl that I could spend the rest of my life with, and I thought that could have been with Beth, but after seeing Chloe’s pinked skin from head to toe, I knew I still needed to sow some oats. I knew I couldn’t be in love with Beth if I wanted another woman. That didn’t make me the man for her, and it wouldn’t have made me a man to fuck someone while I was still with her. Even if I did cheat. I know she had too. She had thrown it in my face when she broke up with me.

Maybe fucking a puck bunny will give me some release. I haven’t done that in a couple of years. Realizing that it hadn’t been since my feelings for Chloe had started to changed. They’re always asking, and I know they would be ready for anything. That’s exactly what I needed. A good fuck. I shook my head to get the idea out of my mind. That was just too much. I don’t like the idea of fucking some girl that has fucked at least half my teammates, if not more. I fought the urge for release and got dressed for practice.

I skated hard and wore myself out with sprints. My legs ached, and my knee throbbed when I skated off the ice and back onto the black rubber mats that covered the tunnel to the locker rooms. Showering with other men definitely wouldn’t give me a hard on, but I still needed some sort of release even after the exhausting practice. Chloe had been on my mind throughout practice, and she wouldn’t be going anywhere. She hadn’t gone anywhere for the last six months.

What’s up with you, man? It’s like you’ve been in a trance since before the season started, John said coming up behind me.

Just thinking, I said.

You were limping off the ice. How's the knee? he asked, motioning with his head toward my knee.

It was hurting. I’d needed to push myself to keep my mind off the one thing I couldn't stop thinking about.

I adjusted my towel to keep it tight around my waist. I need to get some ice on it.

Better get it taken care of. How’s it been since the move? You know there’s more fish in the sea.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

Holy puck, man. Have you already found another fish?

Had I? I mean, the only girl I’d been thinking about had been Chloe. And I’m not thinking about her. I refuse to think about my little sister’s best friend in any way. Even if I couldn’t stop thinking about her and all the moments throughout my life with her in them.

Dude. Am I turning you on? John asked.

I look him up and down then said, Nah, you’re not my type.

That’s good, man. I don’t think I could explain that to my wife. He laughed.

I’d never take her on anyway. I can’t compete with that, I joked.

No kidding. You wouldn’t ever be able to compete with her. He laughed in his baritone voice.

I wouldn't want to try, I said and closed my locker. See you tomorrow.

The drive home hadn’t been bad. I could feel my muscles screaming at me, and I was looking forward to a hot Epsom salt bath. I pulled onto the drive and saw Chloe standing next to a red Ford Mustang. What was worse was the tool standing over her trapping her in with his arms. She hadn’t even realized his move. She probably thought that he was just trying to be close to her. But every man out there knows it as a power play. He wanted to push her into something. My blood boiled, and I wanted to pull the boy from within arm’s reach of her.

I parked next to the Mustang and got out, slamming the door behind me. Chloe’s head shot around to me. She looked like she got caught in the act. Her cheeks pinked, maybe from embarrassment or discomfort, I didn't know, but I didn’t like what I had walked up to.

As I approached them, I looked around for Chloe’s car but hadn’t seen it. Chloe. Where’s your car?

Um, Brooklyn has it. She had to stay late to finish a group project.

And you are? I growled, looking at the teenage tool still trapping Chloe from being able to walk away from him.

Bryon Platton. He reached out his hand to shake mine. Chloe’s boyfriend.

My eyes shot to hers. Her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. Boyfriend? I knew I already hated the guy. He was too cocky for his own good, and Chloe doesn’t need some asshole to screw up her senior year.

Yeah, a couple of weeks now, Bryon tried to break the awkwardness.

So, not serious, I stated.

I wouldn’t say that. Bryon had an eat-shit grin.

And how old are you Bryon? I interrogated.

I just turned eighteen before Christmas. He gave another shit-eating grin. I hated that tool so much. He already acted like he had her locked down. Fuck that.

Chloe is seventeen.

Nix! Chloe warned.

I think my mom needed your help when you got home from school. You better go inside. I narrowed my eyes on this Bryon person.

Fine.

She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for me to leave, but I wasn’t going anywhere.

I’ll go inside in a minute. Her eyes went back and forth between me and the front door.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stood with my gait nice and wide. That made my already large frame look even more significant.

Uh… I’ll call you later, Chloe, Bryon said and leaned in to kiss her on her cheek.

Bye, she said, and Bryon got into his Mustang and backed off the drive. I can’t believe you. What’s your problem?

My problem? Chloe, that tool was trying to maul you, I snapped.

So? Maybe I wanted him to, Chloe said.

She wanted him to? What the fuck? Hell no. I won’t let that happen. Chloe, he’s not the right kind of guy for you. You need… Fuck. What does she need? She doesn’t need any type of guy screwing up her life. I would not only screw up her life but mine if I even think about her. I just wanted to grab her and kiss her.

What do I need? she snapped. I don’t want to be a virgin for the rest of my life. I want to find love. Her hands were flying everywhere while she spoke. This was the most worked up I’d seen her in a while. I liked this firecracker side of her. I think I’d been too scared to get close enough to let this side of her hit me. But I’d seen the fire and passion pour out of her little by little over the years. It was this moment that I knew I wanted something from her. I just wasn't sure what quite yet.

My head shot up, and my voice wavered, Virgin? That can’t be.

You can’t control me. You’re not my brother. She jammed her little boney finger into my chest.

No, I’m not your brother, I said. Our eyes met, and I saw something in hers for the briefest of moments. What was that? Desire? Does she want me the way I want her? I remembered she had a crush on me when she was like eight, but now?

No, you’re not. And you need to stay out of my business.

That tool isn’t good enough for you.

You don’t even know him She turned around to stomp into the house.

I don’t need to know him. I was an eighteen once. Hell, I still act like an eighteen-year-old boy most of the time. I laughed at myself, which seemed to ease the tension between us.

She set her book bag down beside the table. I walked up right behind her. Something was drawing me to her. She turned around and gasped. She looked up into my eyes. Those aqua blue colored eyes lit me on fire. I felt my cock stir. I wanted her. She started to wobble and lose her balance. I instinctively grabbed her hips to steady her. She squeaked. Fuck me. She licked her lips. Did she know she was torturing me? My cock was ready. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned down to her and kissed her. Her soft lips fit perfectly into mine. I licked across her crease to urge her to open for me. Our kiss stayed PG until I reached around and grabbed her ass in my hands. She gasped and opened for me, giving me the opportunity to sneak my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted sweet, and I wanted more.

I pulled back, and she whimpered. I need you to tell me when to stop, I said, trying to catch my breath.

But what if I don’t want you to stop? she said breathlessly.

Fuck. I hissed out between my teeth.

Before I had a chance to react, she pulled me closer and her lips were on mine.

I moaned into the kiss and then picked her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. The warmth from her center was hitting me straight on. I’m going to take you to my room, I whispered into her ear.

Okay, she whispered back.

I strode up to my room with her wrapped around my body. I set her down on my full-size bed and turned to close and lock my door. She giggled. I pulled my tee over my head, and she stopped giggling. I toed off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans. Her eyes went wide.

Chloe, I want this with you. It came out as a low growl. Admitting this secret was the first thing that damned me. It was like opening Pandora’s Box. You can’t take it back. I didn’t want to take it back.

I’ve always wanted you, she whispered.

I groaned and went straight for her. I pulled her sweater over her head to be met with a white cotton bra. Nothing you would expect to be sexy, but it was on her. It was simple and feminine, and it was sexier than any lacy lingerie that a Victoria Secret model would wear on the runway. I pulled her boots off and those black leggings that made my balls blue this morning. Her white cotton underwear had little pink flowers.

I’m giving you one last chance to leave. Pretend this never happened.

This would wreck me. If she wanted to pretend this never happened. I knew in that moment I couldn’t go back. I needed to be around her. To see her laugh and live her life. I held my breath and pleaded she wouldn’t walk away from me.

She bit onto her bottom lip. The suspense was killing me. I looked back and forth between her eyes to see if she was rejecting me or having second thoughts, but then she shook her head. She wanted this as much as I did.

Chloe baby, I need to hear that you want this. Tell me what you want.

I want you to fuck me, she said breathlessly.

I lowered my jeans and stepped out of them. My cock was so hard that it was about to tear through my boxer briefs. Her eyes went to my crotch, and I smiled. See something you like? I asked. She blinked rapidly and blushed. I hooked my fingers into her underwear and slid them off. The little patch of darker blonde hair groomed at her entrance beaconed to me. I removed my boxer briefs, and my cock stood at attention for her sex.

I want this to be everything for you, I said.

She nodded. I know.

I unhooked her bra and flung it over my shoulder to the floor. There were her beautiful pink nipples, hard as little rocks, just waiting to be sucked. I leaned over her and enclosed one into my mouth. I ran my tongue over it and pulled it with my teeth. She gasped a moaned. I trailed kisses down her stomach while she writhed below me. Her skin was soft. I wanted to run my fingers over every inch. As I got closer to her sex, I felt her tense.

What’s wrong?

Her knees came up and closed her off to me. I looked into her eyes and could see something. Hesitation? Did she want to stop?

What are you doing? Her voice came out as a whisper.

I was wanting to taste you.

Her cheeks flushed bright pink and then it extended down her neck, highlighting her breasts and making her glow.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

Let me do this.

She slowly opened for me. Her slit opened just enough to see the pink hue beyond her lips beckoning me to come closer.

I gently ran my fingertips from her knee up to the apex of her thigh. Goosebumps rose under my fingertips. As I came closer to her slit, I checked her face to make sure she was all right with it. There would be no going back. Even though we had already passed several moments where there could be no going back.

This time, there was no hesitation. There was lust and curiosity.

I ran my thumb over the soft skin of her opening. It was like an unimaginable heaven. My thumb found her clit and circled the bundle of nerves. My eyes went to her lips as she gasped. It was if I already knew every inch of her body. I couldn’t wait any longer. My tongue found that same spot, and Chloe barely stayed on my bed. I worked her clit and pussy with my mouth in the oldie-but-goodie ABC method until the sweetness of her natural juices hit my taste buds.

She moaned and arched. I felt her muscles tighten in her calves and thighs as I gripped on to her while she came down from her orgasm. When I felt the last bit of her orgasm ebb, I pulled back to watch her in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss.

You’re not done yet, are you? A slight chuckle left my lips.

No.

Good.

I knelt above her on my bed, rolling a condom I had grabbed from my nightstand over my length, and lined up to her sex. I started to enter her, pulling back and then going more forward. I looked into her aqua blue eyes. Are you ready? I asked.

Yes. She nodded her head.

I pushed into her. Feeling her walls surround me and the newly penetrated muscles grip me. Her pussy was so tight. She whimpered and readjusted. I knew I was on the larger side. I’d never been with a virgin, even when I was a virgin. This was all new for me. I tried to take my time entering her. Tell me if it doesn’t feel good.

She nodded.

I proceeded further. Pushing in and pulling back. I was glad I was able to give her an orgasm before I entered her. The slickness helped as I eased my way into her fully. We found a rhythm very quickly.

I could tell