The One Night Dash: A One Night Stand Hockey Romance (The Brooklyn Bears) by MJ Fields

Author:MJ Fields [Fields, MJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Valley Publishing LLC
Published: 2025-09-28T00:00:00+00:00

I knew she’d be mortified. Hell, I was counting down the seconds until it hit her.

She’s standing in the middle of my suite now, swimming in one of my button-downs, bare legs peeking out beneath the hem. Hair a little wild, face pale, but not nearly as wrecked as last night. And when her eyes lock on me—just out of the bathroom in nothing but red boxers covered in hockey sticks—her jaw drops.

Perfect.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, tugging the shirt tighter around herself.

I grin, not even pretending to be sorry. “Morning, Noelle. Sleep well?”

Her cheeks flame. “Why am I in your shirt?”

“Puke isn’t your color. And your room smelled like something died in there, so I threw my shirt on you when I carried you from there to here. And before you ask, yes, relocation was necessary.”

She looks like she wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Which, yeah, fair.

I cross the room and crouch enough to catch her eye. “Relax. It’s all good. I’ve taken harder hits on the ice.”

That gets me a glare, which is better than tears.

I stand, stretch, and let a grin tug at my mouth. “After my mouth was all over you.”

Her eyes widen.

“Yeah, right after you, uh …” I chuckle. “You⁠—”

“I don’t need highlights,” she groans as she moves and sits on the end of the bed.

“Yep, that’s how it all started, but you have more clothes on than last night.”

“Just shh,” she says then cringes as she holds her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I say, moving to my duffel bag. “The night started and ended the way I was hoping it would, just the middle part got a little messy.”

“What do you mean ended the way you thought it would?” she asks, eyes wide.

I place my hand on my chest. “Ouch, I would never fu⁠—”

“I know. Sorry, I’m⁠—”

“You’d know it if I’d been inside you. The night ended with your head on my chest, snoring softly. Cute as shit sounds, actually, and you fit perfectly.”

She turns her head, and I see her cup her hand and do a breath check, which makes me laugh.

“You brushed your teeth before you passed out, face on the bathroom counter.”

“Stop laughing. This isn’t funny. It’s horrifying.” She huffs as she crosses her arms. “Embarrassingly so.”

“Look, this thing⁠—”

“Oh my God, can we just never speak of it again?” She groans as she pulls the comforter up and over her face.

“Hell no.” I chuckle as I step into a pair of track pants. “This is one of those stories couples share with their⁠—”

“We’re not a couple.”

“Fuck we aren’t.” I roll my eyes as I pull on a long-sleeved tee and shove the sleeves up my forearms. “And don’t even try to argue, because this right here? This is how it starts. You puke on me, I take care of you, you wake up in my shirt, looking like sin, and not one single regret. Boom—origin story.”

She peeks out from under the blanket, eyes narrowed. “You are certifiable.

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