Page 1 of The Casanova Complex

CHAPTER ONE

BENNETT

There’s only one thing that I know better than hockey.

Women.

Fuck, I love women.

All shapes and sizes.

Blondes, brunettes, redheads.

Thick thighs and soft, plush hips that I can bury my fingers into.

Silky, smooth skin that I can drag my tongue along.

Those low, breathy moans that echo in my ear when I have my face buried between their legs.

Now, don’t get me wrong, as much as I love all of those things about a woman, it’s not only the physical things that I’m attracted to.

I love their softness, their intelligence, their empathy.

I’m a feminist to my core.

I truly believe that women are the superior creatures and that they are smarter and more resilient than men.

It’s just a fact.

Sure, I might be able to pick up a woman and bench-press her body weight like I would a bar in the gym without breaking a sweat, but they sure as fuck have the ability to bring me to my knees without even lifting a finger.

On my knees at a woman’s feet might just be my favorite place to be.

Which makes my current predicament an extremely painful one.

My self-imposed celibacy.

I haven’t touched a woman in over six months.

One hundred and eighty-seven days.

That’s half a year.

But I mean, who’s counting?

Turns out that as much as I love sex, and as much as I love women, everything about them… all it takes is catching feelings one time to ruin it all.

Feelings I didn’t even realize I was capable of until the girl I wanted for way more than just a hookup turned me down. Repeatedly.

It wasn’t just my ego that took a hit.

Yeah, that shit sucked.

But it was in that moment, when she said I would never settle down, that I’d never be a one-woman kind of guy, it dawned on me… that’s actually exactly what I want.

It’s kind of like that saying “always the bridesmaid and never the bride”? Or however the fuck it goes.

I’m fucking tired of being the hookup. The good dick, the guy you call when you want to come, but never the guy you take seriously. The one who fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked and at the same time… the guy you never bring home to meet your parents because it’s only temporary.