تسجيل الدخولFor half a second longer than necessary, Ryder's arm stayed draped over Jax’s shoulders.Warm.Jax was all breadth and strength under his forearm, muscle dense and unyielding, the kind that felt earned. Ryder hated that his brain clocked it instantly. Hated that his pulse jumped, that his fingers registered the subtle flex beneath his hand like a memory.Don’t.He pulled his arm back fast, like he’d brushed a hot stove, and took a step away. Space. Air. He forced his expression back into something neutral and turned toward his stall before anyone could read more into it.“I'll be quick,” Ryder said, already moving. “Didn’t sound long. I’ll see if he can put you guys next.”A chorus of agreement followed him as he dressed, Drew asking about wings again, Connor reminding him not to bail.“Yeah, yeah,” Ryder said, tugging his shirt over his head. “We’ll still make it.”He finished lacing his shoes and glanced up just in time to spot the new guy, Leo, standing near Max’s stall, half-dress
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
Lukas came off the ice like he was underwater. Everything around him felt loud and bright. Helmets clashing, gloves tapping, guys yelling, sticks banging against the boards, but it all skimmed over him like sound trapped behind glass.Everyone was celebrating. Everyone was buzzing. Everyone was hig
For a moment, Noah let it happen.Anneliese’s kiss was over-the-top and eager, all lip and heat and desperation, like she was trying to prove something. Her nails skimmed up his arms as she kissed him again, leaning into him with theatrical effort, like they were already halfway into some late-nigh
Sterling sat up slowly, muscles rippling with the motion.The white towel pooled low around his hips, exposing a chiseled V of muscle that carved sharply between his hipbones. A faint trail of dark hair disappeared beneath the towel—masculine, coarse, and distractingly real. It made Noah's pulse sp
Practice was brutal in the best way.The team was split down the middle for a scrimmage, and Noah was flying. Every pass was clean, every hit calculated. The puck obeyed like it knew he had something to prove.Lukas chirped him relentlessly from the opposing bench. “Easy there, Wonder Rookie. You p







