PUCKING MY ROOMMATE
Liam Lannister is the straight, no-bullshit captain of the Frostbite Wolves until the league trades his most hated rival straight into his apartment.
Raphael Thorne is cocky, dangerously hot, and unapologetically bisexual. For two seasons he’s tormented Liam on the ice with filthy whispers and grinding hits. Now he’s in Liam’s space — shirtless, smirking, and calling him “pretty boy” every chance he gets.
Liam hates him. He hates the constant teasing. He hates the way Raphael’s body brushes against his in their too-small apartment. And he definitely hates how his own body is starting to react.
When a drunken welcome party ends with them chest-to-chest against the wall, years of rivalry explode into something raw, angry, and dangerously addictive. What starts as hate turns into desperate, sheet-clawing nights filled with biting kisses, powerful hands, and Liam’s first sinful taste of a man who knows exactly how to break him.
On the ice, they’re unstoppable.
Off the ice? They’re breaking every rule.
Hate never tasted this good.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 15- YOU'RE MY PREYA soft knock sounded on the bathroom door.“Everything okay in there, pretty boy?”Shit.Liam froze mid-stroke, his cock still throbbing in his fist, cum streaking his fingers and the edge of the sink. His heart slammed against his ribs like a panicked puck ricocheting off the boards. The bathroom smelled like sweat, sex, and shame. The dream — Raphael’s low moans, the weight of his cock in Liam’s hand, the filthy promises — was still burning behind his eyes.He heard me. Fuck. He definitely heard me moaning like a fucking slut.Panic exploded through his body. He yanked his sweatpants up with shaking hands, nearly tripping over them as cum smeared across his thigh. He grabbed a towel and frantically wiped the sink, then his hand, then the counter, his movements jerky and desperate.“I’m fine,” he snapped, voice cracking badly. “Fuck off!”There was a pause on the other side of the door. Then Raphael’s low, amused chuckle filtered through the wood, smooth and far too knowing.“Alright
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Chapter: CHAPTER 14- UGGH... JUST LIKE THAT THORNESteam filled the shower stall like thick fog, hot and heavy, clinging to Liam’s skin. The sound of water hitting the tiles echoed around him, rhythmic and relentless. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but his feet moved anyway, carrying him deeper into the mist.Raphael stood under the main spray, completely naked, facing away from him. Water cascaded down the back of his neck, tracing the powerful lines of his shoulders and the deep groove of his spine before sliding shamelessly over the firm, sculpted curve of his ass. The muscles there flexed subtly as Raphael shifted his weight, rinsing shampoo from his dark hair.Liam couldn’t look away.His mouth went dry. Shame burned hot in his chest, but his eyes stayed glued to the water droplets racing down Raphael’s body. The way they followed the dip of his lower back, the way they clung to the perfect roundness of his ass before dripping lower. Raphael’s thighs were thick with muscle, his calves defined from years on the ice. Everything abou
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Chapter: CHAPTER 13- MEET ALEX, RAPHAEL'S PAST FLING Liam felt heat crawl up his neck. Did he guess I rushed home because of that text? Fuck.Raphael took over the introductions. “Liam, this is Alex. Old teammate and close friend from back home. Alex, this is Liam Lannister, our captain.”Alex stood up with a grin and extended a hand. “Nice to finally meet you, man. Raphael’s told me a lot about you.”What did he mean by that? What had Raphael told him?Liam shook Alex's hand, keeping his grip firm and his face neutral. “Yeah. Good to meet you too.”As they released hands, Alex’s grin turned a little playful. He glanced at Raphael before adding, “We were once more than just friends, actually.” He winked at Raphael, who just chuckled, low and unbothered.Liam’s stomach dropped. He barely hid the flash of unwarranted jealousy that shot through him. What the fuck? Why do I even care? He’s nothing to me. Just a roommate. A rival I got stuck with.Raphael's voice suddenly cut through the fog in his head. “Yo, Cap! Why are you back so early
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Chapter: CHAPTER 12- RAPHAEL'S HOME WITH A GUESTThe coffee shop was warm and bustling, the smell of fresh pastries and espresso cutting through the morning chill. Liam pulled the chair out for Emma with a smooth smile, the kind that had worked on plenty of girls before. She gave him an appreciative look as she sat, her summer dress riding up her glowing legs."Oooh! A gentleman." She cooed appreciatively. “Ladies first. Can’t have you thinking hockey players have no manners.”Emma laughed, twirling her hair in her finger. “Smooth, Lannister. I like it.”Marcus grinned across the table. “Told you he cleans up nice.”The waitress came by quickly. They ordered — lattes, cappuccinos, croissants, avocado toast, and a couple of breakfast sandwiches. While they waited, Liam leaned back in his chair, arm draped casually along the back of Emma’s seat.“So, Emma,” he said, voice low and charming, “Marcus tells me you’re into sports. You play anything, or are you just here to watch us look good on the ice?”Emma’s eyes sparkled. “I played so
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Chapter: CHAPTER 11- WAS RAPHAEL HURT?Liam rushed out of the shower stall with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, water still dripping from his hair. The locker room was slowly filling up as the teammates that had gone in earlier were coming out now. But all Liam could focus on was the image burned into his brain.Raphael Thorne’s bare ass.Firm. Wet. Water streaming down the curve of it like some kind of fucking invitation. He needed to quit imagining and reimagining everything that had to do with Thorne.He clenched his jaw and started whistling — some random upbeat tune he barely knew — trying desperately to drown out the memory. The sharp sound cut through the chatter as he walked back to his locker and started pulling on his clothes.Lee, already half-dressed a few lockers down, raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the sudden chirpiness, Cap? Seconds ago you were a grumpy sad mess nervous about our competition, and now you’re whistling like you just won the lottery.”Liam’s whistling faltered for half a second. Pan
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Chapter: CHAPTER 10- IN THE SHOWER WITH THORNEThe locker room was humid with sweat and exhaustion. Liam's teammates helmets clattered on their benches, pads were peeled off with groans and laughter, and the usual post-practice chaos filled the space. And for once, Liam Lannister, captain of the Frostbite Wolves, stayed silent.He sat on the bench in front of his locker, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor between his skates. Practice had been a disaster. He’d been the biggest fuck-up on the ice today, and everyone knew it. He didn't have the right to give his usual post practice speech that constituted of corrections and encouragement.Kowalski, the big defenseman who had barreled into him earlier, walked over, still in his compression shorts, towel slung over one broad shoulder. He extended a hand carefully.“We good, Cap?” his voice was unusually calm.Liam looked up, forcing a nod. He clasped the offered hand firmly. “Yeah. We’re good. My bad out there. I was a wreck today. Should’ve been paying attention.”Kowalski shru
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5- I'M SO NEEDY FOR YOUThe rain was relentless.Heavy sheets of water slammed against the windshield as Logan drove through the darkened streets. His jaw was locked tight, hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. He hadn’t planned on offering Damon a ride. But when he saw the young man standing under the building’s shade, soaked to the bone with no car in sight, something twisted in his chest, and his cock.Damon sat soaked to the bone. His white shirt had turned completely see-through, clinging to his toned chest. His dark nipples were hard and clearly visible, begging for attention. Water ran down his neck , through his chest and disappeared into the waistband of his tight black trousers.Logan kept his eyes strictly on the road.The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the violent drumming of rain on the roof and the rhythmic sweep of the wipers.After nearly ten minutes, Damon shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under him.“Yo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4- FUCK YES... DON'T STOP NOWLogan’s hand remained frozen around Damon’s cock, the weight and burning heat of it searing into his palm like a brand. It was thicker than he expected, velvet-smooth skin stretched over rigid hardness, a vein pulsing faintly against his fingers. He gave one tentative, experimental stroke from base to tip, watching as a fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit and trickled down over his thumb.Damon let out a shaky, needy moan that echoed softly in the marble bathroom stall. “Fuck… yes, Mr Wale,” he breathed, hips twitching forward. “Just like that. Don’t stop now… your hand feels so good on me.”The sound of his name in that wrecked, desperate voice sent a forbidden thrill racing down Logan’s spine. He stroked again, slower this time, feeling every inch, every ridge.Wait! What the hell am I doing? Logan thought, staring at his own hand moving on another man’s cock. This wasn’t him. He had never touched another man like this. Never wanted to. Yet here he was, in a public bathroom sta
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3- WANT TO TOUCH MY COCK?Logan Wale slammed the door of his penthouse behind him, the sound echoing through the empty marble foyer. It was barely nine-thirty at night, but the day had been torture. Every time Damon had walked past his office, every lingering glance, every teasing smile had chipped away at his sanity. He refused to let that spoiled brat get under his skin any deeper.“This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself as he loosened his tie and poured a glass of whiskey. “I’ve been working too damn hard, I'm getting sexually frustrated and sex-starved, nothing more.”He needed a woman tonight. Soft curves, sweet perfume, a warm and willing cunt that would remind him exactly what he liked. No more confusing thoughts. No more hazel eyes or sharp cheekbones haunting him.Thirty minutes later, Logan stepped into Eclipse, one of the city’s most exclusive private clubs. The bass of the music pulsed through his chest as the hostess led him to a VIP booth in a dimly lit corner. Low crimson lighting bathed e
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2- TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROPThe next morning, Logan arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain control. He’d barely slept, his mind replaying that shameful scene in his chair on loop. The way he’d come like a teenager just from imagining Damonn Vale’s mouth was Pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen again.By nine o’clock, Damon strolled in wearing another sinful outfit, a crisp light blue shirt that hugged his lean, toned torso and dark trousers that looked almost painted on. The top two buttons were undone, revealing the delicate bop of his Adam's apple.“Morning, Mr. Wale,” Damon said cheerfully, setting a coffee on Logan’s desk. “Black, two sugars. Just how you like it.”Logan didn’t look up from his monitor. “I didn’t ask for coffee.”“You didn’t have to.” Damon leaned over the desk to place a folder down, deliberately giving Logan a close view of his chest and the smooth skin disappearing into his shirt. “Thought I’d be useful. Since I’m here to serve and all.”The word “serve” lande
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1- cum for youLogan Wale paced around his office like a Man on heat. He stopped at some point to stare through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering city below.He was pissed, and rightfully so. He'd single handedly built his company from the ground up and at thirty six, he'd been named one of the top CEOs in his country.But with having board members as influential as Thorne Smith, some decisions were forced on him. And it was fucking irritating! A personal assistant. For six fucking months. And not just any assistant, it was the spoiled son of his biggest share holder Thorne Smith. He'd met him a few times and the dude had always made it his duty to subtly tease him.The door opened behind him without a knock. Logan turned slowly, his expression already annoyed and irritated.Damon Thorne sauntered in like he owned the place. Twenty-seven, sinfully beautiful, with tousled dark hair that looked freshly fucked, sharp cheekbones, and full lips currently curved in a lazy smirk. He wore a ta
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