تسجيل الدخولHunterThe woman pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before disappearing through the curtain, leaving me alone with Travis.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.Travis stood near the door, shoulders rigid, staring at anything but me. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world.“This meant nothing,” he finally said.I raised an eyebrow.There was no point responding to that.I adjusted my clothes and sauntered toward him, stopping a few feet away. His eyes finally lifted to mine.“What meant nothing?” I asked. “It’s not like you touched me or anything. Guys get off with each other all the time.”His jaw tightened. “So you’ve done this before?”I grinned. “Maybe.”“With who?” The question came out sharper than I expected, and it gave me pause. I tilted my head. “Why?”His eyes narrowed. “That guy from the other day?” he demanded. “The one who got you high and was pawing at you? You've done this with him?"I blinked. “You mean Ivan?”The reaction was immediate. Something
Travis Hunter was seated on the long couch, legs spread out before him like an emperor on his throne. His eyes slid over to me as soon as I stepped into the room, and instead of asking me what the fuck I was doing there or tossing me out, his mouth curved into a half smile. I finally glanced over at the woman between us. There was a pole in the center of the room and she was curled around it, rolling her hips in a seductive motion. Soft music sounded from speakers mounted somewhere in the room, and the dim lights created a lulling atmosphere. The stripper paused as soon as I walked in, then glanced over her shoulder at me, a question in her eyes. I made my way over to the bed at the corner and dropped down onto the edge of it."Ignore him." Hunter's mocking voice cut through the sudden quiet. "Big bro's just trying to watch out for me." My jaw ground together, but I knew he was just trying to rile me up. It was strange to realize how much I could now read him. But not half as st
TravisHe was acting reckless. What the hell was wrong with him?That question had been circling my head since we’d walked through the doors of the strip club.Hunter had always been reckless, cocky, impulsive, stubborn as hell. But tonight felt different.He hadn’t touched a single drink, which was probably the only reason he was still standing while the rest of us slowly lost our dignity. But somehow, being sober made his decision to stay even more irritating. If he was drunk, I'd have blamed it on the alcohol.He was watching everything. Taking everything in.And every time one of the dancers came by, he’d toss a ten-dollar bill into the air with that stupid smirk on his face. Where the hell had he even gotten that much money to burn?“Come on!” Sammy yelled as another dancer spun around the pole.Law whooped beside him.I shook my head, keeping my smile fixed on my face while I continued staring at my step brother as covertly as possible, which wasn't all that difficult, judging b
HunterThe first round of drinks arrived before the captain did.Which, frankly, was impressive.Sammy had barely finished announcing that Neal was buying when the bartender appeared with a tray loaded with bottles and glasses. Everyone cheered like we’d just won the Stanley Cup.“Now we’re talking!” Law grabbed two bottles.I laughed, taking one for myself even though I knew I wasn't going to take a drop of it. I didn't want to be the party pooper or have to start explaining that I didn't drink.The bar was already loud enough to make conversation difficult. Music thumped through the floor, colored lights swept over the crowd, and our table had somehow become the center of attention.Neal leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself."What do you think? Having fun?" Neal asked.“So this is what you call celebrating?” I scoffed, swirling the drink in my glass.“Wait until round three,” Sammy piped up.“I’m not making it to round three.” I told him.“Coward.”“I
Travis“Welcome back to the team, Matthews.” Coach Warren’s voice carried across the locker room.For half a second, there was silence. Then the place exploded. Cheers erupted from every corner, guys shouting, whistling and pounding their palms against the benches. Someone threw a towel at Neal’s head. Sammy practically launched himself across the room and pulled him into a bear hug.“Fuck yeah!”Neal laughed, stumbling backward. “Miss me?”“Like a hole in the head!”“That’s not very welcoming.”Sammy shoved him affectionately.I smiled despite myself. It was good to see him here. Really good.For the past few weeks, there had been an uncomfortable emptiness around the team. Neal’s locker had remained untouched, his name still hanging above it while everyone pretended not to stare at the empty space.Now he was back. And everything felt right again. Almost.My gaze drifted across the room to where Hunter stood near the far end of the benches, arms crossed over his chest.He wasn’t che
TravisBy the time I got home, I was exhausted enough to barely register the front door closing behind me.The alcohol I’d had earlier wasn’t enough to make me drunk, exactly. Just enough to soften the edges of everything. The drive home had been a blur of streetlights and thoughts I didn’t want to have.Thomas Graves.Neal.Hunter.Always Hunter.I pushed a hand through my hair and headed into the living room, already planning to go straight upstairs.Then I stopped. My entire body went rigid.Hunter was curled up on the couch. And Zahara was curled up against him. Her head rested against his chest, one arm tucked between them. Hunter’s arm was draped around her shoulders.And she was wearing his old team's jersey.Something hot and vicious tore through me.“What the fuck?”Both of them jerked awake.Hunter blinked blearily, looking disoriented. Zahara lifted her head, rubbing her eyes.“Travis?”I barely heard her. My gaze was fixed on Hunter. “What are you doing?”Hunter frowned. “
Hunter There's a strange tension at dinner. As a matter of fact, there's always a strange tension when Travis and Michael are within ten feet of each other. I considered not coming for dinner at all after what I had put my body through during the brutal practice with Travis, but somehow, I found
Travis I swung my stick and the puck went sailing... right into Hunter's waiting stick. I gritted my teeth, annoyed at ho impressive he was, which made no sense. It was more than clear why coach had brought him on as Neal's replacement. Hunter was fast, had a precision level that was rare on ice
Hunter "I was open, why the hell didn't you pass to me?" I bit out for what had to be the millionth time. It didn't take a genius to realise what was happening, but I was annoyed to admit it had taken me a while to pinpoint the problem. But then again, it had never occurred to me that the team wo
Hunter By the time my alarm rang the next morning, my eyes felt raw from staring into the dark all night long. I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, and it was all because of damn Travis. I knew he would be a problem when mum first told me she was getting married to Mr. Moore. I had already known abou







