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CHAPTER 18: what Changed?
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CAPTAIN ~I didn’t even feel the cold when I stormed out. Didn’t register the voices around me. It was all a blur. White noise.My pulse was roaring too loud in my ears.Slamming Andrew against the wall? Yeah, probably not my proudest moment. But the way he looked at me—like I was some stranger—set something off. My hand was still tingling from where I’d grabbed him. My chest felt too tight, like I couldn’t breathe properly. Each step I took was heavier than the last, like my feets were weighed down by the mess of emotions twisting in my gut.I rounded the corner and pushed open the side door, stepping into the biting afternoon air. It should’ve cleared my head but it didn’t.“Captain!”A hand grabbed my shoulder.I stopped mid-step, jaw clenched, stomach already dropping because I knew that voice.James.He was always too observant for his own damn good.“You alright?” he asked, voice low, cautious. Like I was some wild animal on the verge of snapping.And maybe I was.“No,” I almo
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The ride home should’ve cooled me down. I’d just showered, just gotten out of practice, just rubbed myself raw trying to rinse Andrew off my brain—and still, I was burning. Maybe not from the heat anymore, but from that damn ache that refused to leave. Not the kind of ache a hot bath or a protein shake could fix. This one was deep, coiled low in my stomach and tight around my throat.I needed something physical to ease all this shit up.My hand slid over to my phone resting in the passenger seat.I hadn’t called him in a while. It had been months, actually. We’d hooked up back when I first started doing OnlyFans. He’d been easy—quiet, eager, always down to meet when I needed it and never texting afterward unless I initiated. No strings, no drama, no expectations. He barely even asked questions. Just a good body and a mouth that didn’t run.I scrolled through my contacts, thumb pausing over his name: Marco.I hesitated for a split second. Then I tapped Call.It rang once, twice. Then h
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“Fuck!” I groaned as Marco swallowed my cock between his lips. I clenched a fistful of his hair and thrusted deep into the soft mouth surrounding me, Marco shut his eyes at the impact.FUCK YES!That was more like it.I clenched my fingers and shoved my cock deeper into Marco’s throat, and kept thrusting deeper and deeper until I came.But before I even had the chance to bask in my orgasm, Marco raised his head, and licked his well-fucked lips.I smirked. That was cute.I flipped him over, ignoring the fact he was yet to recover. That didn't master, I was already revving it up for round two.Now flat on his stomach, he grunted as I came back down over him and pressed his head against the couch. My hand clamped a tight fist around the base of his neck as his ass squeezed my cock when I tunneled deep inside him.“Fuck! Captain!” He cried out.But I didn't say a thing.There was no need for words when the rhythm between us was loud enough. The sound of skin meeting skin, the rustle of cl
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I lifted my beer to my lips, ready to take a slow sip, when James elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.I barely stopped myself from spilling the damn drink all over my lap. "What the hell, man?" I muttered, scowling at him."That's him," he muttered, nodding toward the far end of the bar. "The pretty boy everybody's been talking about."I paused, my beer hovering midway to my mouth. That got my attention.Everybody had been running their mouths about some new student—whispers about how he didn’t talk to anyone, how he always sat alone, how he looked like he belonged on a damn magazine cover instead of walking these shitty college halls like the rest of us. I hadn’t seen him yet, but curiosity had been gnawing at me. Now, I finally had the chance.Following James’s gaze, I spotted him instantly.And Damn. The rumors weren’t exaggerating. He was pretty. No, scratch that—he was fucking beautiful. The kind of good looks that made people stare without realizing they were staring. His dark hair
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Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 18: what Changed?
ANDREW PARKER ~“Gush—!” I stumbled back, clutching the wall behind me like it could explain what the hell just happened. “That scared me…”The words barely made it out of my mouth. My heart was racing like it wanted out of my chest, lungs dragging air in like I’d been running for miles. My shoulder throbbed where he’d slammed me—his hand like a damn vice, fingers bunching up the fabric of my hoodie before shoving me hard into the concrete hallway wall like he owned the whole damn building.Captain.That psycho.I rubbed my shoulder, grimacing. His grip had left a phantom imprint, like his touch still clung there. I could almost feel the exact shape of his fingers through the layers of hoodie and t-shirt underneath.“What the fuck is wrong with that psycho?” I hissed under my breath, voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. My hoodie was all stretched and twisted from where he grabbed it, so I yanked it back into place and patted it down like that would erase what just happened. My
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 17: Let Go Of Me, Captain
There’s something about the sound of skates carving into fresh ice that always centers me. Cold, sharp air in my lungs, the hiss of movement, the dull roar of blades digging in. It’s therapy. I tugged on my helmet and rolled my shoulders, staring out at the rink as my team warmed up. The morning chill still clung to everything, misting from our mouths with every exhale, but inside my chest, it was a furnace. Burning slow. Uncomfortable.I kept my expression blank. Didn’t want to show it. Didn’t want to admit that I’d been looking forward to this practice for the worst reason—because I knew he’d be there.Yeah. Andrew.Pretty boy. Fuckboy. Muse. Mistake. Whatever the hell you wanna label it.I spotted him immediately when I stepped on the ice. Like my brain had a built-in radar that beeped hot whenever he was within fifty feet. He was on the far side, helmet off, smiling at something one of the rookies said. That lazy smile. And then I noticed something else.He wasn’t looking at me.
