Novels by Blessing

Logan Every nerve in my body stands on end at the shrill sound of the whistle cutting through the silence on the ice, and Eli snatches the puck as soon as it touches the ice. He weaves in through the Embers' forward men, and one of the defenders skates forward. Eli passes the puck to Jake, who takes it only a few strokes of his blade across the ice and passes it directly between the legs of the Embers' defender to Eli, and Eli smacks the puck at the net. Their goalie catches the puck, stopping it with his knees snapped together, and the puck rebounds off the boards and back onto the ice, where the Embers' defender snatches it and passes it to their left winger. All three skate onto our side of the ice, and we give chase. Our defenders, Matt and Viktor, skate ahead, and the Embers' left winger shoots the puck at the boards. It rebounds to the center forward, but before he can get it, Matt steals it and flicks his stick, sending the puck to Jake, who passes to Eli, and Eli finally p

LoganI would never have thought that I'd get to fuck Nate. But I did. I am fucking him, and it's heavenly. It's like his asshole was made specially for my cock. I slam into him, feeling the tingling in my spine.Lustful moans leave his mouth as I fuck him slowly on his back. I already came, and he came twice, so I intend to take my very, very sweet time. It takes every ounce of my willpower to keep a slow and steady pace of pounding into his ass."Ahh, baby, go faster." Nate mewls, and I can't help the smirk that rises on my lips."No," I say to him, and his eyes furrow, pleading with me.I shake my head. "I'm going to take." Slam. "My." Thrust. "Damn." Slam. "Time." I punctuate each word with the snapping of my hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin louder than every other voice."Fucking hell, this feels so amazing," I murmur as I thrust deep into Nate, my orgasm just at the tip of my cock. I pour my warm cum into him as his cock leaks precum onto his abs. I fill his

NateThe lightheadedness had long since disappeared, even when the doctor insisted I stay in the hospital for monitoring. But finally, I was discharged, and if I said I didn't want to fuck Logan's brains out the second I stepped out and make him forget every other thing in the world, I'd be lying.Even before I had my unfortunate accident, we weren't having much sex, and I don't think I'd be able to even focus if I don't have my cock buried inside his warm hole.However, what I did not expect was the fact that he would want to fuck me. He has mentioned it a couple of times, but he never really took the initiative.But today's different. The sheer look on his face is that of determination. And in a way, it's so fucking hot.He takes my lips in his, kissing me softly and tenderly. Fuck. I'm the one that's supposed to treat him softly and tenderly. Because he's mine. He's my Logan and I'm willing to do anything for him. He shouldn't be soft and gentle with someone like me.I step back an

LoganI take a shuddering breath and relax on his body. "At least let me sit," I say, pulling myself off him. This time, he lets me, and I pull my legs off him and sit by his side on the bed.His palms wrap around mine, and he squeezes tight."At Pemberton,""Your last school?" He asks to confirm, and I nod."Yeah, I was openly gay to an extent. No one really cared. Not even the team. I mean, after I came out to them, it was weird, and things did change, but it wasn't so bad. They weren't violent or homophobic. But most just kept their distance."I swallow and continue, refusing to meet Nate's gaze even when he's literally almost breaking his neck to look into my eyes."And?" He asks."There was someone. Someone I noticed. Someone I liked. He was on the team. And he wasn't out yet."I sink my teeth into the inner lining of my jaw, chewing on the skin."You guys dated?" Nate asks, his grip on my hand tightening for a second."I thought we did. He refused to give us a name. He refused t

LoganMy heart leaps into my throat and stays there. "Huh?" I ask, but my voice is barely a whisper.Coach starts speaking. But I don't hear anything. His voice is distant, like a memory, and muffled by the roaring in my ears. Like waves crashing loudly against a shore. Like the roaring of a wood fire.Heat spreads all over my body, drenching my skin in sweat as my eyes track those of everyone in the room. Their faces are up in smiles. Then laughs. They're laughing? What are they laughing about? Are they laughing at me? The room spins and bile rises to my throat, filling my mouth with salty saliva and a rancid smell.I break out of the arms that hold me back and stumble to the bathroom. Crashing on the floor, I retch above the water system, and my meager meal empties itself into the bowl.The ringing in my ears continues but fades significantly as I drag myself to the sink, my heart thundering in my chest.It's okay, it's just a fucking game. Just a stupid fucking game. I shake my hea

Logan"You're hurt," I murmur against his lips, pushing back against him. I mean, I don't even try. With a minimal amount of force, Nate pulls me back in, trapping my lips against his. Our breaths mingling.He grabs my back firmly, and my vision swirls as he flips me over and lands my back against the soft mattress."What the fuck? You wanna do it in here?" I ask, my eyes now eyeing the door. Someone could walk in at any moment, and we could get caught. And somehow, that makes my dick grow even harder in my pants."Do you want me to?""Absolutely not. We could get caught."His face drops slightly."We can only do so much. But come on, think about it. Someone walking in on us with our pants down and inside me?" I raise my brows, and he scrunches his brows up."You don't have to paint the picture so vividly. I'm already hard enough as it is," Nate bites out in-between harsh breaths.I roll to the edge of the bed and sit on it."You're a party pooper," Nate says as he sits by my side."N

CHELSEAI glance around the empty room. Trying to lift my body, it aches all over. My head, my back, my hands. My waist.The room door opens and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl steps in. Bearnice."Chelsea," she rushes to my side, cooing."Why am I in the hospital?" I manage out of my throat that's literally glued together. It hurts to even speak."You kinda passed out, and Dante came to see you, and he didn't know you were sick. That's how we saw that you weren't waking up, so he brought you here."She blurs through the turn of events while I was unconscious."The doctor says you'll be discharged in two days," she continues."Two days?!""Yeah," she nods absentmindedly.Two days is hell. I can't stay here for two whole days. I'm gonna be bored out of my mind."That's too much. I have to get back to work." I lift my hand, but an ache shoots through it."Is your boss the spawn of Satan?" Bearnice puts my arm down and shoves me slightly into the bed again. "You're bedridden. I won't tak

DANTEJust one moment ago, she was sleeping. SLEEPING at work, and I wanted to let her go for it. I didn't really care. It was unprofessional, yes. But we've done worse unprofessional things together.Scolding her for it would be too problematic. Besides, the meeting wasn't even that important. But her eyes, they looked droopy.I sit in the conference room mulling over Chelsea and what's going on with her.She looks tired. I should probably let her off work.Walking out of the conference room, I take the elevator to the last floor. As it dings open, I direct my gaze to my office door, but just by the right corner is Chelsea laughing lightly by the coffee maker.My breath catches at her smile. It's full and complete, even though she leans by the wall wearily.And the one making her laugh is... what's his name again? This nerd from the legal team. What's he doing here? His office should be two floors below.He places his hand on her shoulder, and my eyes widen at the sight. What the fuc

CHELSEAWeakness tugs at my bones even as I work.The last three days have been the worst. A running nose that the hot morning teas can't solve and inexplicable weakness.The last thing I need is to be seriously ill.Only when it comes to that will I take leave to treat myself. For now, my mission is more important.My head spins, and I close the laptop and place my head on the table. I should rest my head a bit."Chelsea." I jerk up, hearing my name. Nice instinct. I wonder if I'll ever be able to go back to using my real name.My nerves are immediately alert even if my head feels woozy."Wasn't I supposed to have an appointment by 1 p.m.?""Oh." I glance at my phone, and it's 1:45 p.m."Oh, Jeez, fuck. I'm so sorry.""And you were sleeping." His voice is not cold. "Just bored.""I'm so sorry, sir." I stand up from my seat."I missed the meeting.""I'm sorry, sir," I say again, hoping my words can do something to ease his anger.But he doesn't say anything and just leaves the office.

CHELSEAHe is more deliberate. Slowly, he takes my lips in his, kissing and sucking.And I kiss him back. I don't want this. I don't want him. But his touch makes me lose my mind. I hate him. I hate that he makes me lose myself.My tongue lashes out in a fight with his, and his hands grip my waist tighter. Not enough to hurt, but firm enough to keep me rooted to the wall and trapped with him."Tell me you don't want this," he whispers against my mouth as his hands trail up above my shirt, his fingers grazing the skin on my side.One of his hands cups my face, the other moving under my shirt, not going higher than my stomach."Tell me you don't feel this," he says again against my lips.His mouth trails down my neck, sucking and biting."We're..." My voice comes in whispered pants.Fuck.His tongue licks the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I arch my back, leaning into him."We're... I'm your...""Go on," he coos against my neck. He nips at my neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh.A

CHELSEAI run three feet farther from him than usual. Since we started our morning run today, he has been inching closer to me, and I have been inching away."What do you want me to do?" he suddenly asks out of the blue."What do you mean?" I ask blandly. I know exactly what he means. I've been avoiding him. Well, it's not my fault I can't stay close to him when he affects me this much."You've been jogging about four feet farther away from me.""Three feet," I correct, my face still forward."Alright." He glances at my armband with my water bottle strapped tightly to my arm. "Well, doesn't it seem like you're trying to avoid me?""Jogging three feet farther from you can hardly be called avoiding." I laugh."Okay, then come closer."I stop for a second, scoff, and then jog closer to him."Much better." He doesn't hide the smile on his face.After jogging for a few more minutes, I stop close to a bench and sit. He follows suit without a word.And here I thought he didn't support the id

CHELSEADante steps into the room, and the room is suddenly smaller.He closes the door behind him, inching closer to me."Um, sir." I put my hands forward without moving, stopping him."Sir? Is that what you're calling me now? After all that's happened?""Yes, sir." I swallow hard. "I'm tired, and I need to go to bed. We're leaving for the United States, and I need to be ready and pack my things on time.""We don't need to go back tomorrow." He steps even closer, closing the gap between us. "We can stay in Berlin for a few more days. The company wouldn't die." He coos, his hot breath fanning my ear.I instinctively arch my back into him, losing sight of the plan.No shit. Just focus.Taking a deep breath, I step back, but he steps forward into my space."What is it, Chelsea?" His voice is low, almost a growl."I'm just tired. It's been a long night," I say sincerely, meeting his gaze for the first time. I guess that does the trick as his burning gaze melts."Alright." He smiles and p