Novels by Elle Woods

CHAPTER FIVE RILEY’S POV“Coming!” I called out, my voice sounded shaky even to my own ears.I quickly dropped the pregnancy test on the bathroom sink like it had burned me. The two pink lines stared back at me accusingly. My heart was hammering so hard I felt like I might throw up again. I couldn’t deal with this right now. Not with Logan waiting downstairs.I splashed cold water on my face, took a deep breath, and forced myself to look normal in the mirror. My cheeks were pale and my eyes looked scared, but there was nothing I could do about it. I locked the bathroom door behind me and headed downstairs.Logan was already sitting at the kitchen island when I walked in. He had made my favorite meal—grilled chicken Alfredo with garlic bread. The smell that usually made my mouth water but now, it turned my stomach violently.He looked up at me with that familiar smile, but his eyes were intense. Again.“There you are,” he said, pushing a plate toward me. “Sit down. I made extra just

CHAPTER FOUR RILEY’S POVThe days after the storage room incident felt like walking a tightrope made of fire. Every second I wasn’t with Jax, I was thinking about him. And every second I was near him, I had to pretend I wasn’t dying to touch him again. My obsession was growing worse.Maya noticed something was different during our Tuesday afternoon coffee run. She kept staring at me over her iced latte, narrowing her eyes at me like she was trying to solve a puzzle.“Okay, spill it,” she said, pointing her straw at me. “You’ve been glowing and spacing out like a girl who just got properly cracked. Who is he?”I nearly choked on my drink. “What? Nobody.”“Bullshit. You’ve got that freshly eaten look. And don’t think I didn’t see you sneaking around the rink again after practice yesterday.” She leaned in, smirking. “It’s someone on the team, isn’t it?”My heart hammered. “You’re imagining things.”“Mhm. Sure.” She didn’t look convinced, but thankfully she dropped it…for now.Later

CHAPTER THREE RILEY’S POVThe next few days felt like I was walking around in a dream.Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel Jax inside me. His thick, hard cock stretching me open on that cold locker room bench. I could still hear the way he groaned my name when he came, the way his cum had leaked out of me afterward. My body was sore in the best possible way, and every time I moved, I remembered exactly who had claimed me.I tried to act normal around Logan. Really, I did.We were sitting at the kitchen island having breakfast the morning after. Logan was scrolling through his phone, eating cereal like nothing had changed. I kept my head down, pushing my scrambled eggs around the plate.“You good, Ri?” Logan asked suddenly, his voice sounded casual but his eyes looked different when he looked up at me. “You’ve been quiet since the game, and you look…different.”I forced a small smile. “I’m fine. I was just tired from watching you guys almost lose in the third period.”He

CHAPTER TWORILEY’S POVJax cursed under his breath, pulled me closer with one strong hand, and crushed his mouth against mine.The kiss was nothing like I had imagined in all my years of obsessing over him. It was rough, hungry and almost angry. His lips were hot and demanding, his tongue pushed into my mouth like he had been holding back for just as long as I had. I moaned into the kiss, as my hands flew up to grip his bare shoulders. His skin was still damp from the game, it felt warm and hard at the same time under my fingers.He tasted like salt and victory and a darker element. My body reacted instantly, and heat flooded between my legs as he kissed me like he owned me. Which honestly he did.Jax suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily and rested his forehead against mine. His eyes were full on wild and his pupils were blown wide.“Riley… fuck,” he growled in a strained tone. “We can’t do this. Logan will kill me. He’ll kill both of us.”I didn’t care. I had waited way too long

CHAPTER ONERILEY’S POVThe crowd was screaming so loud my ears were ringing. Chatham University’s ice rink was packed tonight, and the energy felt like it could lift the roof off the building. I sat in my usual spot, a few rows behind the team bench, gripping the railing tightly out of excitement. My eyes weren’t really on the puck flying across the ice or the players slamming into each other. They were only on him.Jax Harlan.He stood behind the bench in his captain’s jersey, with his arms crossed and shouting instructions at the team with that deep, commanding voice that always made my legs go weak at the sound of it.He was thirty-four years old, tall, heavily muscled, with arms covered in dark tattoos that showed every time he raised his stick. The way he moved, the way he commanded the ice—it was like he owned everything he touched.I had been obsessed with Jax for years. But nobody knew, not even my best friend. I kept it locked deep inside me, it was a secret I was scared t