LOGINRyder 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
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Ryder demanded, in disbelief.Lila blinked between them. “Wait—you guys know each other?”“Yeah,” Jax said easily, his tone smooth like this was nothing. “We had practice together earlier.” He looked far too relaxed for someone walking into this mess. “I should’ve mentioned, I just moved in here.”Lila’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, Jax! You’re on the team?! I didn’t know you played hockey.”Ryder scoffed, the sound sharp. “No, he’s not on the goddamn team.”Calloway didn’t even glance his way. “It’s a recent thing,” he said casually, unbothered. “I’ve only been playing a few months.”Ryder snorted to himself. A few months? He’d been sweating and bleeding for years to get where he was, and this guy thought he could just stroll in and steal the spotlight. It was almost funny. Almost. One good body check, he thought, and this pretty boy’ll be crying about ruining his hair.The guy was clearly in it for the jersey, and the ego boost.Lila and Jax both loo
The noise of the party dulled as Lila led Ryder upstairs, heels clicking over the worn wood floors of Sigma Delta.The house groaned with life, bass thumping through walls, voices echoing below, but up here, the light was dim and private, only the hum of pipes and distant music filling the space.The faint smell of beer, sweat, and cheap cologne lingered in the air.Lila looked devastating as always. Her golden blonde hair fell in glossy waves over bare shoulders, makeup smoky enough to make her blue eyes electric, short skirt flaring as she moved, flashing toned legs that could stop traffic.The kind of girl who looked like trouble because she was.“Go shower,” she said, nudging him toward the hall. “You smell like sweat and beer.”Ryder blinked. “I showered, like, two hours ago.”“Yeah, in the locker room.” She wrinkled her nose, still smiling. “Those drains probably have cultures growing in them.”He groaned. “You want me clean or punctual?”“Both,” she said, already checking her l
The heat of the Wolf Den hit Ryder the moment he stepped downstairs, the kind of warmth that stuck to skin and made the air smell like beer, sweat, and excitement. Music shook through the floorboards, a pulsing bass that vibrated against his ribs and blurred conversation into a background hum of laughter and shouted lyrics.He'd swapped his worn hoodie for a clean, black team jersey before heading into the chaos. It wasn’t official gear, just one of the extras the team had printed for fundraisers, but the girls never cared. Something about the logo, the stitched nameplate, and the way it fit across his shoulders made them lose their minds.Confidence came easy when you had home ice advantage.The house was packed. Lights low, beer pong tables jammed into the living room, a faint haze of cheap smoke curling toward the ceiling. Someone had strung up colored lights that flickered against walls lined with old banners. The place pulsed with sound, bass hitting like a heartbeat beneath ever
Milo packed fast.The second the door shut behind Ethan, he’d moved with shaky hands, stuffing his clothes and gear back into his bag while the shower ran in the bathroom. His heart hadn’t quite calmed, not after that night. Not after watching Ethan pad across the room, half-hard and unapologetic,
Milo woke slowly, blinking into the soft light bleeding through the hotel curtains. The room was still dim, quiet except for the sound of Avery’s soft breathing and the occasional hum of the heater. He lay stiffly on the pullout couch, his back sore, his muscles aching with tension.But it wasn’t t
The streak kept building.Another goal. Two assists. Another game-winning shot in overtime that had the whole arena on its feet.And the headlines got louder."Milo Laskey: The Blackmoor rookie carrying the team through its slump.""Future franchise star? Laskey makes his case."Milo tried not to r
It had been a week.A week since Milo had stood frozen in that hallway and overheard the conversation that had made his stomach drop through the floor.A waiver.Not a maybe. Not a warning. A decision.And every hour since, he’d had to carry on, pretending nothing had changed. Pretending he didn’t







