ログインRyder woke up and immediately rolled onto his stomach, shoving his face into the pillow like it might smother the memory.It didn’t.He groaned into the fabric.He’d had sex with Jax.Again.Somewhere between last night and now, a crucial part of his brain had clearly fallen out.He lay there, eyes squeezed shut, heart thudding too fast for morning, and the memories came anyway. The desk. The pressure of Jax’s hands pinning him in place. The way every touch had felt right in a way Ryder absolutely did not want to unpack. How he’d tried to hold himself stiff and furious and failed the second Jax moved, his body arching on instinct, giving him away like it was proud of it.God.Heat stirred low and unwelcome, his body reacting before he could stop it. He pressed his forehead harder into the pillow, mortified by himself. It had been humiliating. Being bent over the desk, being told what to do, knowing Jax could feel every response and didn’t let up.And the worst part?It had felt so goo
Jax’s jaw ached with restraint. He shouldn’t be here.Wet fingers worked slowly between the curves of Ryder’s ass, slick, pressing deeper with every careful push. He felt Ryder tremble, arms braced on the chair behind Jax, thighs quivering, cock twitching against Jax’s tongue with every breath—and he felt the answering pull in his own body. This was why distance mattered. Ryder Hayes was the one person he was supposed to avoid. One wrong look and the trainers would ask questions he couldn’t survive.He was close. Too close.Jax could taste it. The salt. The tension. The way Ryder’s hips rolled involuntarily, that little desperate thrust he probably didn’t even realize he made. It would have been easier with anyone else. Easier to finish. Easier to walk away.For such a sensitive guy, it had to be torture.Jax thought he’d have broken by now, lost the fight and cum hard, choking on a curse and shame. That was usually how this went. But Ryder was holding on. Barely. And something tig
Ryder felt it first in his pulse. It was hard, fast, and impossible to ignore. He was suddenly too aware of everything, of the heat at his back, of the quiet drag of breath so close to his ear it made his shoulders tense.Jax slid his hand down Ryder’s spine, lighter this time, but unmistakably intentional. He guided Ryder’s fingers again, slower, anchoring him in place as his own thumb pressed just beside the bone.Ryder turned his head without meaning to. Just a fraction.Enough to see Jax’s mouth. The curve of his lips was calm. Focused.Ryder’s breath shallowed, his body reacting without permission.Jax kept his hand exactly where it was. “Are you hard?” he asked quietly.Ryder's silence betrayed him. He swallowed, jaw flexing, eyes still fixed on Jax’s mouth.Jax’s thumb traced a slow, idle circle at Ryder’s lower back. Not moving away. Not moving closer. Just enough to make Ryder’s knees feel unsteady.“You’re fucking sensitive, Hayes,” Jax murmured.Ryder’s face burned. He sta
By the time practice finally wrapped, Ryder already knew how the night was going to go.They piled back into the Wolf Den not long after, the house quieter than usual, most of the guys heading straight upstairs or collapsing onto couches with exhausted groans. Ryder lingered in the kitchen, opening the fridge, closing it, opening cupboards that held nothing he actually wanted.Ten minutes passed. Maybe more.He was staring into the pantry when someone cleared their throat behind him.“Hayes.”Ryder didn’t turn. He just glared at the shelf like he could see Calloway's condescending expression reflected it in.“What?”“Project,” Jax said. “Now. Remember?”Ryder snorted. “I’m hungry. What, I’m not allowed to eat on your busy schedule?”“You’ve been in here a while,” Jax replied evenly. “You don’t have any food in your hands.”Ryder snapped, spinning halfway toward him. “I haven’t found what I want yet.”Jax sighed, long and tired. “I’ll order you some fucking food if you’ll just get upst
The cafeteria was already half taken over when Ryder got there.Most of the team had pushed a couple of long tables together near the windows, bags dumped at their feet, trays scattered with food like an invasion. It was loud in that familiar way—chairs scraping, voices overlapping, someone laughing too hard at something that wasn’t that funny.Ryder dropped into an open seat across from Beck, snagged a fork off an abandoned tray, and started stealing bites without asking.“Get your own,” Beck muttered.“Shut up,” Ryder said, already reaching again.A few minutes later, the doors swung open and Calloway walked in.Ryder felt it before he saw it. A subtle shift in the room. Heads turning. A couple of girls at a nearby table straightening without realizing they’d done it.Max waved immediately. “Calloway! Over here.”Traitor.Jax crossed the cafeteria easy and unhurried, dropped his bag at the end of the table, then turned toward the food line without a word.Ryder pretended not to watc
“Hayes?”Jax’s voice broke the silence like a weight.Ryder stayed where he was, kneeling with his head low, one hand still hovering uselessly where the door had been a moment ago. Then he inhaled, slowly and looked up.His gaze traveled before he could stop it.Long legs, powerful and too familiar, planted wide in the doorway. Sweatpants riding low on lean hips, the outline of a bulge beneath them, obvious. The hem of a worn T‑shirt clung where it shouldn’t, stretched across a chest that made the fabric look like it was working overtime.Ryder swallowed.Up higher, Jax’s shoulders filled the frame, relaxed in a way that felt deliberate. Not defensive. Not surprised. Like this was exactly what he’d expected to find.Ryder’s pulse kicked up, loud in his ears. From this angle, everything about Calloway felt amplified. The height, the breadth, the quiet control of him standing there while Ryder was on the floor.Fuck.“Uh,” Ryder said, forcing a casual expression. “Hey.”Jax’s mouth twit
Sterling had intended to keep breakfast simple. Eggs, coffee, something with carbs to keep Noah upright after the night they just had.He was halfway through scrambling the eggs when Noah walked into the kitchen completely, unapologetically naked.Sterling nearly dropped the spatula and swore under
The Stormriders' facility was empty, save for the hum of the lights and the cold whisper of blades cutting over ice.Noah coasted out toward center ice, the crisp echo of his skates the only sound in the space. The place was eerily quiet without the usual chaos of sticks, shouting, and crashing bod
Noah wasn’t sure why it hit him so hard.He knew Sterling had played hockey. Pro. In Crestwick. He’d seen glimpses of that past in the way Sterling moved, the way he coached, the way his body remembered things before his mind did. But to see it now, in crystal-clear video, Sterling younger than Noa
Sterling stared at the ring on his finger. Platinum, slim, a yellow diamond in the center, bright, warm, and of the highest quality. It was so perfectly Noah. Stunning and full of energy. Unruly sunshine wrapped in cool beauty.He tugged on the hoodie and sweatpants Noah had lent him, the fabric to







