FAZER LOGINON THE ICE, UNDER HIM (4)CHAPTER 4 — SECRET SEASONThe morning light filtering through the hotel curtains felt too bright, too real. I woke up with Jordan’s arm draped heavily across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. My body ached in the best and worst ways, ass sore from how hard he’d fucked me, muscles tired from the game and the night that followed. Cum had dried on my stomach and chest. His cock was soft now, pressed against my ass, but even that innocent contact made my own dick twitch with interest.I should have left hours ago. Instead, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding with a mix of satisfaction and panic.What the fuck had I done?Jordan stirred behind me. His hand slid up my chest, fingers brushing over one nipple. I shivered.“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep. He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder. “Regretting it already?”I swallowed. “No.”Liar.He rolled me onto my back, hovering over me. His green
CHAPTER 3 — HOTEL ROOM COLLISIONJordan’s mouth was pure sin.He took me deep again, throat relaxing around my cock like he’d been practicing this moment in his head for years. The wet heat, the tight suction, the way his tongue pressed firmly along the underside, it made my eyes roll back. I fisted the sheets harder, hips trying to buck up, but his strong arm pinned me down.“Fuck… Jordan…” My voice came out broken, raw. Sweat was already sliding down my temples. My balls drew up tight, pressure building fast.He pulled off with a filthy pop, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to the head of my cock. His green eyes looked up at me, dark and hungry.“Not yet,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “I want you desperate first.”He crawled back up my body, kissing and biting a trail across my abs, my chest, my neck. When his mouth found mine again, I tasted myself on his tongue. The kiss was messy, aggressive — teeth clashing, tongues fighting. I growled into it, finally yanking one wrist
CHAPTER 2 — HOTEL ROOM SPARKThe elevator ride up to his floor was pure torture.Jordan stood on one side, I stood on the other. The air between us crackled like static before a storm. Neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the low hum of the elevator and our heavy breathing. My cock was still hard, straining painfully against my jeans. Every time the car jolted slightly, the friction made me bite back a groan.I kept stealing glances at him. His jaw was tight, hands clenched at his sides. The damp hair at the nape of his neck. The way his suit jacket stretched across his broad shoulders. Fuck, I hated how much I wanted him.The doors dinged open on the fifteenth floor. He stepped out first. I followed, close enough that our arms brushed. He unlocked the door to his room with a keycard, pushed it open, and held it for me.I stepped inside.The moment the door clicked shut behind us, all hell broke loose.Jordan shoved me against the wall, hard. My back hit it with a thud. Before I
CHAPTER 1 — ICE COLD RIVALRYThe puck slammed into the boards with a crack that vibrated up through my skates and straight into my balls. The arena noise was deafening fifteen thousand fans screaming for blood… but all I could focus on was the number 19 skating ahead of me.Jordan fucking Hale.My blood was already boiling. Three seasons of this shit. Three seasons of him checking me harder than necessary, smirking after every blocked shot, getting in my face like he owned the ice. Tonight, I was done playing nice.I chased him down, skates digging hard into the frozen surface, breath fogging in front of my helmet. He reached the puck first. I didn’t slow down. I slammed into him full force shoulder to chest, driving him into the boards with every ounce of my 6’4”, 220-pound frame.The impact rattled through my bones. His body tensed against mine, hard muscle and heat pressing back. For a split second, I felt everything, the way his ass flexed against my thigh, the rapid rise and fall
CHAPTER 5 — NO TURNING BACKI was still catching my breath when Jax untied my wrists, his fingers gentle as they rubbed the faint red marks left by the rope. My arms ached, but it was a good ache, the kind that reminded me I’d let go completely. My body was slick with sweat, thighs sticky, pussy still pulsing from the last orgasm. I felt raw, exposed, and more alive than I had in months.He pulled me into his arms, chest to chest, his heart hammering against mine. For a moment, we just stood there in the dim back room, breathing together, the scent of sex and old wood heavy in the air.“You okay?” he asked, voice rough but soft. His hand stroked down my back, soothing the places he’d marked.I nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah. Just… a lot.”He kissed my temple. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”My stomach flipped. I was exhausted, but the ache between my legs hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had grown sharper.He turned me around gently, pressing my chest to the pole again
CHAPTER 4 — TIED UPHe pulled me up slowly after I swallowed every drop, his hand still tangled in my hair, stroking now instead of gripping. His kiss was deep and messy, tasting himself on my tongue, and I melted into it, moaning softly against his lips. My body was still buzzing thighs slick, nipples hard, pussy aching even though I’d just come twice. I pressed closer, grinding against the hard line of his cock through his jeans, wanting more.Jax groaned into my mouth, the sound low and raw. His hands slid down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me tighter against him.“Fuck, Lila,” he muttered against my lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”I smiled into the kiss, drunk on the power of making this calm, steady bartender lose control. “Good. I want you to feel it too.”He broke the kiss, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine for a second. His green eyes were dark, pupils blown. For a moment, he just looked at me, really looked like he was deciding how far he was willi
CHAPTER 4 — UNDER THE DESKI didn’t sleep.Not really.I got back to my tiny off-campus apartment around midnight, body still buzzing from the library. My thighs were slick, my lips swollen from biting them to stay quiet, my pussy aching with the kind of emptiness that made me want to cry. I stripp
CHAPTER 5 — LECTURE HALL ECHOESHe pulled me up slow after I swallowed every drop, his hand still tangled in my hair, stroking now instead of gripping. His kiss was deep, lazy, tasting himself on my tongue. I moaned into his mouth soft, needy my body still buzzing from taking control, from making h
CHAPTER 3 — THE FAILED HITThe whiskey burned going down, but I barely tasted it. Luca’s hand was still on my thigh under the table possessive, unmoving, like he owned the skin beneath the silk. His thumb traced slow circles, each one sending sparks straight to my core. I hated how my body responde
CHAPTER 4 — TRIGGER FINGERThe door to the private room slammed shut behind us with a finality that echoed through my bones. The lock clicked like a gun being cocked, sealing us in. The space was dim, lit only by a single red lamp in the corner that cast long shadows across the velvet couches and a







