ログインHunter "You are good?" I glanced over at Ivan who had been peering at me at intervals since the drive back to my home. I didn't know what he was seeing on my face, but hoped I was managing to hide the truth. Because the truth made no sense. What happened at that alley made no fucking sense. I had been debating with myself about my next course of action. Storm into Travis' room and ask him what the fuck was that was option A. Option B went more like pretending the whole thing didn't happen, and maybe moving out of the house entirely. I was long overdue to get my own place. Somewhere I didn't have to see Travis daily. Maybe I could even get traded after this season. "Hunter?" Ivan called. I blinked back to the present. "Yeah, I'm good. Peachy." "The club did not do you good." He pointed out."Nah, it was okay. It was a great idea. It helped." Did it really? "The purple haired lady came back pretty quick." He smirked at me. "You weren't up to the task? Or she was disappointed b
Hunter Her hands were too soft. That thought replayed in my head again and again as I tried to think about something pleasurable. My head filled with images of tits, the last woman I slept with who was absolutely voracious, women's plump skin, their perfect lips. The pleasure stayed buried six feet under. I squeezed my eyes shut, frustrated. Here I was with a sexy woman who wanted me, and I couldn't even get it up. What the hell was wrong with me? I couldn't even blame it on alcohol cause I didn't indulge. Maybe I was exhausted. That had to be it. My body wasn't yet fully recovered from it's ordeal. "I've got a little something that would help you." The tattooed woman whispered in my ear, not sounding discouraged at all. Which just made me feel even worse. "Nah, I'm good." I sighed, opening my eyes. "Rain check?" "Oh." Disappointment flashed in her eyes for a second, but then she covered it up with another smile. "Sure, babe." She was a beautiful, badass woman who looked like
Travis "We have a game in two days." I gave him a pointed look. Sammy shrugged, a shit eating grin on his face. "I'm not saying we need to get shit faced. You've been tense as hell all day man, and after that row with Hunter, I'd say you definitely need a breather." "A breather is an afternoon at the pool side." I raised a brow at him. He shook his head, chuckling, then threw an arm over my shoulder. "It's one drink, man. Dip in, dip out and hightail it outta there. You can bring Zahara along." I snorted, moving away from his hold to pull my jeans up my hips. "Yeah, I don't think a club is really Z's scene. She's more of a fancy dinner kinda girl." "Says you." He said. "I bet you she's bored out of her mind of fancy dinners and would love to get wild and dirty." "Thought you said it was one drink." He paused. "So?" I laughed. "You're the worst." "C'mon cap. Let loose." He waggled his eyebrows. "Hey, it will help you forget about Bailey."I stiffened. He couldn't possibly kno
Hunter Travis was staring at me again. Not glaring, which was why the whole thing was weird in the first place.Every few minutes, I’d glance up and catch his eyes already on me. The second we made eye contact, he’d look away like he’d been caught doing something illegal.Was he mad about my mother hitting him? For the record that wasn't on me. And I had even snapped at her over it. The freezer incident had been an accident. The only thing I didn't understand was the part where my mother let it slip that he had been at my bedside for hours. Why? I was sure he had better things to do than watch me sleep. Had he been worried about me? No, that was impossible. My mother was probably wrong about him being there. There was no way Travis Moore had been worried about me.“Bailey!” Coach Warren’s whistle shrieked across the rink. “Move your ass!”“I’m moving,” I called back.Unfortunately, my body had other ideas. I pushed off into a sprint, and immediately my left skate caught awkwardly b
Travis The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was a sharp contrast to the beating of my own heart. Where it was slow and steady, mine was pounding, fast and relentless, the panic that had washed over me since I had watched Hunter pass out refusing to leave. He lay motionless now beneath crisp white hospital sheets, his skin far paler than it should have been. His lips had lost their usual color, and it looked wrong. I hated it. Hated seeing him look so vulnerable. He always acted like he was indestructible, like a force far greater than even gravity. Hunter Bailey wasn’t fragile.He was six-foot-four of sarcasm, stubbornness and muscle. He annoyed me every chance he got, invaded my space, argued with me.Kissed me.My pulse stumbled.The doctor had assured us that Hunter would be fine. “Mild hypothermia,” he’d said. “A little longer in that freezer and we’d be having a very different conversation.”Those words refused to leave my head. My stomach twisted violently. If Mrs. Johns
TravisThis wasn’t happening.Nope.There was absolutely no way this was real.I’d escaped Hunter’s room after… whatever the hell last night had been, gotten maybe four hours of sleep, and now I was trapped inside the walk-in freezer with the one person I’d been trying to avoid for days.Any second now I was going to wake up.“Help!” Hunter bellowed, pounding both fists against the steel door. “Can anybody hear us? Help!”His voice ricocheted around the tiny room until it made my temples throb.“Would you quit yelling?” I snapped.He rounded on me. “What?”“My eardrums are filing for divorce.”His jaw dropped. “You’d rather I just stand here?”“I’d rather you stopped making my headache worse.”“Oh, I’m sorry.” He spread his arms dramatically. “I didn’t realize there was a correct etiquette for freezing to death.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Those doors are insulated. They’re designed to keep temperature in.”“So?”“So…” I gestured at the thick walls. “Sound doesn’t travel.”He s
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
Travis "There's someone in coach's office." Sammy's brows were furrowed. I raised a brow. "So what?" He shrugged. "I don't know, man. I have a bad feeling about it. Have you heard anything at all, cause I heard that_" "Yo, cap." Another teammate called, cutting Sammy off. "The coach wants to se







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