MasukRyder’s irritation burned hotter with every lap around the rink. He told himself it was just competition, that Calloway was a show-off, a rookie trying too hard, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt personal.Every move the guy made grated at him.The next drill started: a full-ice scrimmage. Drew tossed Ryder the puck for the opening rush. He sprinted down center ice, cutting past the defense. Just as he lined up his shot, a blur of black streaked past him. Calloway, intercepted at the last second. The puck snapped off his stick and curved neatly into the net.The whistle blew. Cheers erupted from the bench. Beck clapped Calloway’s shoulder. “Nice play!”Ryder’s stomach twisted. His own teammates were grinning like they’d just found their new favorite player.The next rotation came faster. Ryder forced his legs to move, sweat burning down his neck. Every pass, every shift, Calloway was there. Smooth. Precise. Effortless. The bastard didn’t even look like he was trying.During a corn
Ryder woke to silence.No bass pounding through the floor, no voices, no laughter, just the steady hum of the heater and the dull ache in every muscle of his body.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets twisted around his legs, the morning air thick with the ghost of heat and sweat. The faint scent of Lila's perfume lingered in the air, floral and sweet, undercut by something more masculine.Lila was gone.So was Calloway.He noticed a folded scrap of notebook paper sitting on the dresser, written in Lila’s looping, careless handwriting:Had to run. You were incredible, baby. xoxoRyder stared at it until the words blurred.Memories hit in jagged flashes. Skin, breath, heat. The press of weight behind him. The sound of his own voice when he’d lost control. How long that guy had kept going after Lila had drifted off, the rhythm that wouldn’t stop, the way his body had responded again and again like it didn’t belong to him anymore.He scrubbed a hand over his face, willing it
Ryder lay on his side, sheets twisted around one leg, facing the wall, eyes shut. His body was tense, his breathing forced slow and even. He wasn’t asleep. Not even close. But he didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to look, didn’t want to exist. Pretending was easier.His skin still buzzed, over-warm and over-sensitive, every nerve raw. His brain wouldn’t shut up or make any sense.He couldn’t believe he’d just cum again.That quickly. That hard. That way.He hadn’t even known it was possible. Not after everything else. But his body had betrayed him in the worst, most humiliating way, and now he was lying there, wrecked and quiet, while that asshole was still going like it was just a casual Saturday night.Lila had been thrilled, of course.“Oh my god, Ry,” she’d giggled, breathless and glowing, still stroking his hair. “That was so hot. You were so intense—I knew you’d be like that.”He hadn’t answered. Couldn’t. His face burned with it all.Jax had just looked at him. Calm. Composed.
Ryder lay back stiffly on his bed, every muscle in his body still buzzing.Lila’s fingers were wrapped around his cock, slow and distracted, a lazy stroke that did little but remind him how overworked and oversensitive he already was.Across the sheets, Jax was between Lila’s legs, moving like he’d done it a thousand times before. It was surreal, watching another guy fuck his girlfriend in his bed. The sound of it, the rhythm, the soft whimpers she made, it should’ve been hot, maybe even satisfying in some twisted way. But mostly, it annoyed him.He wasn't sure why.Maybe it was the way Jax barely looked at him, like Ryder was already old news. Or the maddening calm he wore, that silent arrogance that said he was in control of everything and everyone. It made Ryder’s teeth grind. Maybe it was the way Lila’s fingers slacked around Ryder's cock, lost to Calloway’s rhythm instead of his.Somewhere downstairs, bass thumped through the floorboards, muffled shouts and laughter echoing off t
Lips met Ryder’s.The kiss hit like a shockwave. Nothing like the playful, cocky kisses he threw at girls at parties. This was heat and pressure and something more dangerous. Jax kissed like he had all the time in the world to pull Ryder apart one breath at a time.There was a guy’s tongue in his mouth.An actual guy.Ryder’s brain couldn’t even make sense of the situation. But his body was already reacting, clenched up tight, every muscle humming with confusion and heat.Jackson Calloway's stubble rasped against his skin in a way no girl's skin ever could, rough and jarring, but not bad. Not even close. It felt like being grabbed by the collar and pulled under. The kiss grew more aggressive, more consuming, nothing soft or slow about it. Just lips and tongue and heat. Demanding. Unapologetic.It should’ve been too much.But the taste of him, like alcohol and heat, sent something electric twisting down Ryder’s spine. His body betrayed him, cock twitching in Lila’s mouth as she kept go
“Wait."Calloway paused mid-step, looking back. His expression, irritatingly calm.Ryder cleared his throat, feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck.“If you’re gonna be such a big girl about it,” he muttered. “You can touch above the waist and shit.”For a second, Jax just stared at him like he couldn’t tell if Ryder was joking. Then the corner of his mouth curved, slow and deliberate, as he turned back around.“Above the waist and shit, huh?” His tone was low, almost amused. Calloway tilted his head slightly, eyes catching the low light of the room.“Tempting,” he said, voice roughened by something that wasn’t quite laughter, “but it still sounds like you’re forcing yourself.”His gaze lingered on Ryder, steady and unreadable. Up close, he looked too composed for the chaos of the party downstairs. Dark hair falling just right, jaw set, and eyes so deep and sharp they seemed to pin Ryder where he stood. The intensity behind them wasn’t mocking this time. Just assessing.“I’m not f
Noah was pissed off, and not just because his cock wouldn’t leave him alone.He yanked a shirt over his head Monday morning, muscles sore from practice, hair still damp from the shower. His reflection in the mirror looked like someone who hadn’t slept properly in days. Probably because he hadn’t.S
Noah woke up tangled in his sheets, his mouth dry, his body aching like he'd fought a war in his dreams. He blinked at the ceiling, the early light slicing through the blinds.For a second, he floated there. Weightless, detached.And then it slammed into him.The kiss.Christ.He groaned and flung
Noah woke with the weight of the previous night still clinging to his skin.The sheets were twisted around his legs, the pillow beneath his head damp with sweat. For a second, he just lay there, staring up at the ceiling of his hotel room, his heart ticking in his chest like it had been wound too t
Noah snorted, tension crackling through his body like static. “Right. That’s real fucking charitable of you.”He turned to leave again, ignoring the spike of pain it cost just to stay upright. But Sterling didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.“Charitable?” Sterling’s voice was low, sharp as a blade. “No. I’







