LOGINLukas lay back against the pillows, his breath ragged, his skin flushed from the neck down. Aiden hadn’t even touched his cock yet but still had him gasping like he’d already been wrecked. Fingers skimmed down Lukas’s torso, touches that burned hotter than fire.Aiden knelt above him, dark eyes roaming over Lukas’s body with lazy hunger, like he had all night and planned to savor every minute of it. One hand pressed to Lukas’s chest, pinning him down with a weight that wasn’t forceful, but absolute.“We can take turns,” Aiden said, low and rough. “But I’m going to ruin you first.”Lukas’s cock twitched against his stomach. He wanted to snap back, to sound cocky and cool, but then Aiden leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly across one of Lukas’s nipples, and the only sound he managed was a broken moan.He arched up instinctively, hips bucking, needing more. Anywhere.Aiden’s mouth followed the line of Lukas’s ribs, his abs, his tongue tracing the dip of his navel before continuing
The night air was cool, biting, and entirely unwelcome after the heat they’d left behind. Lukas followed his date for the evening out of the bar, their shoulders brushing, neither of them speaking. The silence was charged, thrumming with everything that was yet to come.Out back, parked in the shadow of the alley’s single flickering streetlamp, was a sleek black Mercedes. Clean and expensive. The kind of car that told you this man had money, and taste. Lukas couldn’t help the flicker of curiosity curling beneath his burning arousal."Fancy," he muttered with a crooked smile, dragging a finger along the sleek curve of the hood. “Hey, weren’t you drinking?” His eyes narrowed.The stranger clicked the key fob and the lights blinked to life. “I ordered one, but I decided I wanted something… stronger.” He turned to Lukas, eyes glinting in the dark. "Get in."Lukas didn’t need to be told twice.He slid into the passenger seat, the leather soft beneath him, the interior smelling faintly of c
The guy didn’t slow down.He walked straight into Lukas’s space and when he finally stopped, barely a breath away, the heat between them spiked.This close Lukas could see just how ridiculously attractive this man was.Flawless skin kissed by the low light, lashes so thick they almost looked painted, and a jawline that could’ve been carved from stone. His dark hair, just tousled enough to look like sex, gleamed with threads of deep gold where it caught the overhead lighting. And his eyes, fuck, those eyes, looked darker and hotter from this distance, locked on Lukas with the kind of focus that made it impossible to think.The guy grinding on Lukas noticed immediately. He spun around, brows furrowed, his hand still lazily pressed against Lukas’s side.The stranger smiled, cool, lethal, devastating, and said, "Sorry I’m late, honey. Who’s your friend?"His voice was smooth, low, and just amused enough to feel like a blade wrapped in velvet.Lukas blinked. What the hell.The guy next to
Lukas made his way toward the bar with the kind of lazy confidence that came from knowing exactly what he wanted.He didn’t bother pretending to be shy. That wasn’t his brand. And here, he didn’t have to be.A guy with a buzzcut and a grin like trouble leaned over as Lukas passed, murmuring something that was probably supposed to be a compliment. Lukas gave him a glance, let his lips twitch in a polite almost-smile, and kept walking.He slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and ordered a whiskey neat. The bartender barely needed to ask, he knew Lukas by now.It didn’t take long before someone sidled up beside him. Shorter, stockier, already halfway through a drink and full of bravado. "You alone tonight?" the guy asked, eyes raking over Lukas like he was already unwrapping him.Lukas lifted his glass and took a sip. "Not planning to be."That seemed to be invitation enough. The guy’s hand landed on his thigh, bold and a little too familiar.Lukas’s smile didn’t falter, but he leaned
The lights in the club were low, tinted red, like every surface had been dipped in temptation. Lukas leaned back in the booth, sipping his whiskey while a brunette in thigh-high boots twirled around, covered in enough glitter to be seen from space. His teammates were a few drinks deep, tossing bills and hollering like frat boys at a bachelor party. Which, to be fair, was kind of the vibe.A day off mid-season was rare enough. A two-day break at home? Practically a miracle.And their still-relatively-new team owner, Belmont, had once again picked up the tab.Food, drinks, lap dances.Hell of a way to win over a locker room.Even Lukas had to admit the guy knew how to throw down. The Dollhouse was packed tonight, and the lineup? Exceptional. The music thumped low through the floorboards, bass hitting his ribs like a second heartbeat. Lights strobed against glittered skin. Perfume, sweat and over-priced whiskey fogged the air.“Hanley,” Mac called over the music, nudging him with an elb
Almost a year laterThe cabin sat tucked into a snowy ridge above a frozen lake in northern Iceland. It was remote, silent, and breathtakingly cold, exactly the kind of place Ethan loved.After years of waiting and delays, they were finally married. And now, it was just the two of them, on their honeymoon.Outside, the world was all glittering snow and wind-brushed trees, ice gathering thick on the windows. But inside, the cabin was warm. The fireplace crackled, candles flickered low, and the windows steamed slightly from the difference in heat.Milo stood barefoot on the polished wooden floor in one of Ethan's hoodies, hands curled around a mug of hot chocolate, watching the snow fall.His suitcase had mysteriously gone missing the moment they arrived. Ethan claimed no knowledge of it, but Milo had found drawer after drawer of those ridiculous lace boxers Ethan loved on him, and an endless supply of Ethan’s oversized clothes. Which meant, for the past day and a half, Milo had been lo







