NSFW Wednesday: Coldest Kind of Love (Crimson Hawk’s Hockey Book 1) by MP Bates

For #NSFWednesday we're back on the ice with Coldest Kind of Love by MP Bates. This is a stepbrothers/rivals/second chance story with enough heat to melt the hockey rink ice, and a guaranteed HEA. Once you've enjoyed the scorching hot excerpt, the book is available now. 

From the blurb:

From the best selling author of the Killer Boys series comes a new sports romance...

The Crimson Hawk’s are my dream team.  

Playing for them for the last few years has been the best time of my life.
I worked hard for my chance to be here, playing alongside my best friends, and wouldn’t change a thing.
After losing my dad, all I wanna do is make him proud day in and day out every time I get out on that ice.
Until he comes along, and ruins everything I’ve been so used to.
The man who I once called my stepbrother, my best friend, my lover.
But he gave me too many reasons to hate him.
I made my peace with losing him years ago.
But how am I supposed to keep hating him when he’s my new left winger, taunting me on and off the ice?
Foster Callcott is the bane of my existence, and I don’t know how long I can keep hating him.

"I just want to play nice again, Foster"

An authors note is located at the front of the book with any warnings before reading.

Coldest Kind of Love is a high heat, high angst, high banter book. The characters fall into each other hard and fast. This book is intended for 18+.
This story ends in a HEA that the characters work hard for.
professional hockey/step brothers/second chance/lovers to enemies to lovers/rival teammates/no third act breakup


Excerpt:

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice hoarse and as desperate as I’m starting to feel.

I answer by reaching down, fumbling with the button on his jeans, tugging them down with his boxers to free his cock. I grip his hard length, sighing at the contact.

Fuck, I’ve missed how he feels. His thick, heavy length in my hand feels right. I’m finally touching him again, and it’s because I, admittedly, want to.

“Get your pants down, Ronan,” he commands, his words laced in a deep, masculine moan.
I pull my pants down quickly, my aching cock bobbing out, hitting my stomach.

“You gonna be a good boy at tomorrow’s game?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Y-yes,” I sigh, eyes going wide as he grips both of our cocks in his large hand. We simultaneously groan as Foster tightens his hold, the feeling of being so close hitting all at once.

“Open your mouth,” he says with a smirk, his eyes focused on my lips. I do as I’m told, parting my lips. I have no time to think as his saliva is spit onto my tongue, coating my mouth. I rock my hips into his, needing the friction as a whole new level of need rushes through me. My body is on fire with the need for release.

“Get our cocks nice and wet, Ronan.” I part my lips, letting the mixture of his saliva and mine drip down onto us. “Good boy, Ronan. So fucking hot,” Foster sighs, his lips inches from mine.

I want him to kiss me so fucking badly. I’ve never wanted it this badly. Each time we get close like this, the intimate connection scorches me.

Coldest Kind of Love is currently available as an e-book and paperback and can be read as part of your Kindle Unlimited Subscription