LOGINHunter I had started referring to that night as 'the incident' in my head. Despite all my efforts to forget that it ever happened, it remained right at the forefront of my mind. Images of that night replayed on an unending loop in my head. The feel of the cold air against my heated skin, the sound of Travis' moans, the taste of him, the way he had trembled in my arms, like he wanted to get away and get closer at the same time. The way he had looked at me after be had pushed me off. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the memory, but it just became more vivid, taunting me. I needed a fucking lobotomy or something at this point. But the absolute worst part was that the thoughts came with physical evidence. I glanced down at my erection, then slammed my forehead against the shower wall. One kiss. One stupid fucking kiss. And somehow my brain had decided to make it the defining event of my existence. Even the icy shower spray wasn't doing a damn thing to get it down. I
Travis For a second, I didn't move at all. I stood frozen as Hunter's hot mouth moved over mine. Something fluid slid throughout my body, and my knees suddenly felt like jelly. My eyes fluttered shut and when his tongue dragged against the seams of my mouth, I found myself opening for him. A moan rumbled in my throat as his tongue slid against mine, his hand on my suit tightening, pulling me in even tighter. The world fell away around me, all my senses attuned to just his mouth moving against mine. It felt so good. Like I'd never actually been kissed before until this moment. Like my world was being rearranged, brick by brick. Blood rushed downwards, gathering at the base of my stomach, and I felt my dick swelling in my pants. I moaned again, wanting to be closer, wanting his hands on me, wanting- The sound of my ring tone snapped me back to my senses. My eyes flew open and everything came rushing back. I was at the rooftop of a party, my father, step mother and the woma
Travis I'd barely crossed the front door when Mrs. Johnson announced that my father expected me to be at one of his business launch event in a few hours. "I'm beat." I told her, trying not to snap at her. "Do I really have to be there?" I hated going for those stuffy things. Years of wearing tailored suits and ties hadn't reduced my hatred for the things. These events always went exactly the same way. First, Dad would show me off to his friends and partners, talk about my stats and the last goal I scored. Of course, all the hockey information was fed to him by his bevy of assistants a few minutes before the event began. Michael Moore didn't give two shits about hockey unless it was to brag to his wealthy friends. "He made it clear that it was an order, not a request." She winced. "Would you like me to microwave something for you before you head out?" I scrubbed a hand over my face. "Nah, I'm good." I regretted that decision two hours later as I adjusted my collar for t
Hunter "Yo Bailey, you down?" My head snapped up and I found several sets of eyes watching me. I blinked, confused. "Sorry, what's going on?" "We're doing a charity fundraiser event for kids with disabilities." One of the guys informed me. "We've been doing it every year for the past three years, but this year it's going to be way bigger. We're having press coverage and the goal is to get the word out there, get as much donations as possible." "Yeah, sure." I agreed with a shrug. "Sounds great." "Really?" He looked excited. "So far, I've only been able to get Sammy, cap and the goalie in on it. The others would much rather just send in their donations." "Quit making us look like assholes." Another teammate whined. "By the middle of the season, we're all just beat and want to get some rest. It's the donations that matter anyway." "No way." The first guy argued. "Sure, the donations matter but these kids see us as their heroes. They get really excited to see us." The other guy s
Travis I braced for the punch. The guy's fist came at me fast, his face twisted with rage, and I tightened every muscle in my body, preparing for the impact. But it never came. Instead, there was a grunt, followed by a loud thud. My eyes flew open in time to see the guy sailing through the air and crashing against the dumpster, and suddenly standing before me was none other than Hunter, breathing hard, chest rising and falling and his blue eyes blazing in the dim streetlight. "What the-" The other two guys released me immediately and went after him. My eyes went wide, and I tried to get up and help, but I only ended up stumbling and falling down on my ass. I grabbed my stomach, grimacing. I hoped those fuckers hadn't broken a rib. "Hunter, run." I snarled just as the two guys charged. He grabbed one of them and shoved him sideways with enough force to send him crashing into a parked motorcycle. My jaw dropped open as he hit the second guy with two quick upper cuts, then slamm
Hunter The only reason I heard the knock on the door was because all my senses had been laser focused on that door for the past two hours or so. So by the time the knock sounded, I was already leaping out of the bed and lunging for it. My senses came back right on time and I paused, waiting for the second knock to sound. I didn't want to look like the loser who had been waiting around for him. "Finally back from your_" I froze as I took in the person standing there. Instead of a tall, muscled figure with dark hair, a dainty blonde wearing freaking pearls stood there, clutching her Chanel bag like someone was intent on snatching it. Zahara blinked at me. "Hello." "What are you doing here?" This was like something from one of my worst nightmares. Instead of replying, she pushed past me uninvited. "I'm here for Travis. Where is he?" "I'm not my brother's keeper." I quipped. She shot me a loathing look. "You're teammates and step brothers now. You should know where he is." I ra
Travis I couldn't for the life of me remember the blonde's name even though she had mentioned it twice. I thought about asking a third time but decided that it wasn't worth it. I didn't need to know her name to enjoy what was about to happen here. "I watched your game tonight." She purred, pushin
Hunter The final scoreboard flashed amidst a thunderous booing from the fans of the home team. 4-0 I grinned, turning around to blow a kiss at them. The sight of furious faces made me want to cackle with glee. After all, the home team had had a lot of bullshit to say on the internet before the g
Travis "Trav. Trav!" I snapped back to the present, blinking in confusion. "What?" Neal shot me a strange look. "You totally zoned out man. What the hell? Are you okay?" "Yeah. Sure." I raked my fingers through my hair. "I guess I'm just a bit exhausted, that's all." "We can meet some other ti
Hunter Sweat dripped into my eyes despite the fact that I was standing on ice. A smile curved my mouth as the scoreboard flashed red. Another score for us. I almost pitied our opponents for tonight. They didn't stand a chance. We were literally scrubbing the ice with them, but for the first time







