登入TravisSomething was off.I felt it the second I stepped onto the team bus.The aisle was the same. Law was already arguing with another of the guys over whose playlist deserved custody of the speakers. A couple of the rookies were tossing protein bars at each other when they thought Coach Warren wasn’t looking. Sammy was sprawled across two seats like he owned the damn vehicle.Everything looked normal.Yet something was… missing.I scanned the bus without meaning to. No blond head shoved against the window. No beat-up headphones.Hunter Bailey wasn't tucked into one corner by himself pretending he didn’t notice the rest of us.The realization landed harder than it should have.Right. He was benched.Coach had announced it that morning, making some excuse about recovery protocols, even though everyone knew I’d pushed hardest for it.I’d gotten exactly what I wanted.Then why did the bus feel so damn empty?“You planning on standing there all day, Cap?” Law called. “Or are you waiting
Hunter I stood rooted to the spot long after Jack’s truck had vanished around the bend, my pulse still pounding in my ears.Thirty days.Coach O’Brien.The words echoed through my skull like a broken record.Beside me, my mother hadn’t moved. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, her gaze fixed on the empty road as though Jack might suddenly reappear.I swallowed, then turned to her. “We need to go to the police.”She didn’t even look at me. “No.”I stared at her. “No? What do you mean no?” I repeated.Her head snapped toward me. “I said no.”“Mum_”“I heard you the first time.”My temper flared. “Jack just threatened us! Did you hear him?"“He blackmailed us.”“He threatened us with prison!”She rounded on me so fast I instinctively took a step back. “And whose fault would that be?” she hissed.The words hit harder than I expected.I clenched my jaw. “So that’s it?” I asked quietly. “We just let him extort us?”Her laugh was hollow. “You think the police are going to save u
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
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







