CHAPTER 70TYLER Mason’s cock stretched me so deep I thought I’d split in half. The stretch burned, but it was the good kind of pain, the kind that had me clawing at his back like I was starving.“Fuck,” Mason hissed, burying his face in my neck. “You’re so fucking tight—”I cried out, rocking down on him, not giving him a choice. My body was on fire, shaking, wet in ways it had never been. Every thrust had me clenching, desperate, greedy.“Mason,” I panted, my voice raw, eyes rolling back. “Harder. Please. Harder.”He pulled back to look at me, his face dark, his jaw clenched like he was holding back. “Tyler, you’re not—”“Don’t say it.” I bit out the words, grabbing his wrist and shoving it against the bed. “Don’t fucking say it. Just fuck me.”His eyes flickered, torn between worry and hunger. Then his restraint snapped.“Fine.”He slammed into me so hard the breath whooshed out of my lungs. I screamed, only for his hand to slap over my mouth, muffling the sound.“Shut up,” he gro
CHAPTER 69TYLERI was pissed.Not just at Mason, though he was my number one target right now. No, I was pissed at myself too—for caring. For letting his smug little smirk when that retreat staff girl gave him a “special” drink make my chest tighten like I’d swallowed barbed wire.He’d looked happy. Pleased with himself. Like he needed more people drooling over him. Tch.I scoffed out loud as I shoved open the door to our room. “Fan girl. Of course.”I flipped off the light, yanked the blanket up, and rolled onto my side. My pulse was still racing, but I forced my eyes shut. If I could just sleep, maybe I’d forget the whole thing.Fifteen minutes later, the door clicked open.Mason’s footsteps were heavy but unhurried, his shadow cutting across the dark room as he stripped down. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t even glance at me. Just crawled into his bed, rolled onto his back, and went silent.Good. Perfect. Stay over there, Mr. Special Order Drink.Except… I couldn’t sleep.My body ref
MASONI was already in a pissy mood before practice ended. Two days of Tyler ignoring me felt like being benched during finals—humiliating and infuriating in equal measure. I’d never admit it out loud, but I’d gotten used to his smartass remarks, his little scowls, even the way he stomped off like I’d ruined his life every other hour.Now? Nothing. Just silence.So yeah, I was plotting an apology, which was a first for me. I didn’t apologize. Ever. But this was Tyler, and the way he wouldn’t look at me was driving me insane.By the time I trudged back to the room, sweat still clinging to my shirt, I’d decided: I’d talk to him. Clear the air. Maybe throw in one of those stupid half-smiles he pretends not to like.Only when I dumped my bag on the bed, something slid out.I frowned. “The hell?”It wasn’t one of my shirts. Not tape. Not gear.A photo.I picked it up, and my chest tightened.It was me.Asleep.In this exact room.I stared at it, my mouth dry. The sheets in the picture were
TYLERTwo days. That’s how long I’d ignored Mason.Not that it was easy — we shared a damn room. But I’d mastered the art of silence. Eyes on my skates. Hands on my stick. Focus on drills. No lingering glances. No stupid laughs at his dumb jokes. Just ice. Clean, cold, and predictable. Unlike him.By the time practice ended, I was drenched, lungs burning. Exactly how I wanted it. Exhaustion meant less time to think.I yanked off my pads and trudged into the lounge.The second I stepped inside, chaos.Avery was practically draped across Malik’s lap, long legs hanging off one armrest like he owned the place. Malik had his hand shoved in Avery’s face. “Get off me, man. You’re heavy.”Avery grinned, unbothered. “Shut up. You love it.”“I don’t,” Malik said. His ears were red though.“Mmhm.” Avery picked up a chip from the bowl, popped it in his mouth, then leaned closer. “Say that again while looking me in the eye.”The room howled. Damien threw a cushion. “Y’all are disgusting.”I droppe
CHAPTER 66MASONI barely had time to toss my gear into the locker when footsteps echoed behind me.Sharp. Fast. Angry.Then—smack.My head jerked sideways. My cheek stung.“What the—Tyler?”His chest heaved, eyes blazing. “That picture. That’s why you’ve been acting like an asshole all day?”I blinked. “You slapped me.”“Answer the question!”I scoffed, rubbing my jaw. “What do you expect me to think? You had her on your lap, kissing you like—”“I pushed her away!” His voice cracked with fury. “I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. And you—” He jabbed a finger at me. “—decided I was the villain.”I opened my mouth. Closed it. “You didn’t exactly fight her off instantly—”“Are you f*cking kidding me?” His laugh was sharp, bitter. “You don’t believe me. Even after everything?”The words sliced through me.He shook his head, stepping back. “You know what, forget it. Think what you want. I’m done explaining myself to you.”“Tyler—”“No!” His shout echoed in the empty locker room. “You don’t
MASONThe first thing I saw that morning wasn’t Tyler’s face.It was my phone.And the headline.“Hockey’s Golden Boy Tyler Reyes Caught in Heated Club Kiss.”Underneath, a grainy shot of Tyler in that stupid dim club lighting — some girl straddling him, her mouth mashed against his.Perfect. Just perfect.I stared at it so long I forgot to breathe. My chest went tight, stomach hollow, like someone had sucker-punched me.Last night I’d fallen asleep with him in my arms, his hair in my face, his voice still rasping in my ears. And this morning? The internet thought he was out there tasting random girls like he hadn’t had me moaning under him hours before.I threw my phone onto the pillow and dragged a hand down my face.“Idiot,” I muttered. At him. At me. At all of it.He wasn’t even awake yet — sprawled across his side of the bed, lips parted, looking way too damn peaceful for someone who’d just made me look like a clown.I showered, dressed, and left without waiting for him.Breakfas