All Chapters of Pucking Forbidden Claim: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Kade POVSitting here, I watch Rook, really watch him, and I can see it. The way his fingers tighten slightly around his glass, the way his jaw tenses just a little too much. He’s worried.I get it. This is a shift neither of us expected. I didn’t even expect it. But the more I think about it, the more I know this is what needs to happen.Sure, I love hockey, and I always will, but it takes time away from work, which then takes time away from Rook. If I have to choose, I’ll take him every time, and maybe that’s the biggest difference.For years, I didn’t think I had a choice. Hockey was survival. Work was control. Everything else was just existing between the cracks. Rook just existed between the cracks. Now, I can choose, and I want to I choose him.Leaning forward, I rest my arms on the table, waiting until his eyes flick back to mine. “I’m not saying I won’t play again, Rook. I’m saying I wan

Kade POVSitting I watch as Rook drinks, his eyes still locked onto me like he’s waiting for me to say something that makes all of this make sense. I let him sit with it, let him turn it over in his head.After a moment, he exhales and sets his glass down. “So, what now?”I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”“I mean, you’ve just dropped this shit on me, and now we’re supposed to what? Just finish dinner like you didn’t just change everything?”Smirking, I shake my head. “I figured we could get dessert first.”Rook glares. “I’m being serious, Kade.”“So am I. I want tiramisu.”He groans, rubbing his face. “You’re fucking impossible.”I just grin, leaning back in my chair. “Look, I don’t have all the answers yet, but I know I’m done ignoring shit. I know I don’t want to keep fucking up our marriage. And I know that, no matter what happens next, you’re my priority.”His jaw clenches, and I see the way his fingers flex

Rook POVI’m going to make him follow his own damn rules. He doesn’t realize it, but he’s turned fixing things into a job, something structured, something to keep him busy so he doesn’t have to just be with me.Now he has nothing to hide behind.My fingers stroke along his neck, and he stays relaxed, leaning on me slightly. Then he tenses. I feel the shift immediately and glance at him.“I swear to god, Kade.”“What?” He peers up at me, all innocent like he hasn’t just found another excuse to focus on something else.“Go on, what is it now?”“Look, I was meant to tell you on the way, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight,” he mutters. “At some point, I need to meet Lorenzo.”I sit up more, and he straightens too, the weight of him leaving me.“Your dad asked me to,” he continues. “He can’t be there whe

Rook POVKade’s body trembles against mine, his back pressed firm against the shower wall as I hold him there, refusing to let him go. His breathing is sharp, his fingers flexing against my shoulders before gripping tight, holding on as if he’ll lose himself completely if he doesn’t.“You act like you wanted to leave this shower,” I murmur against his jaw, dragging my teeth over his wet skin. “Liar.”His legs tighten around my waist, and I thrust into him again, slow and deep, feeling the way his body reacts, how he clenches around me, how his muscles coil under my touch.“Fuck, Rook,” he gasps, his nails biting into my skin, as his whole body shakes.I pull back and roll my hips forward again, harder, dragging a strangled groan from his throat. His head tilts back, exposing his neck, and I take advantage, biting down, sucking a mark into his skin.“You feel so fucking good,”

Kade POVThe meal continues with Rottami di Pollo in Padella, a rustic dish of pan-fried chicken finished in a wood oven. The skin is golden and crisp, the aroma rich and inviting.Rook picks up a piece, biting into it with an appreciative groan. “Okay, I’ll admit, this is really good. But no pasta? No pizza? What kind of Italian meal is this?”I chuckle. “Authentic, traditional. Not the tourist menu.”His lips quirk up as he leans back. “Still think pizza would’ve been a nice touch.”A wedge of Parmigiano Reggiano is placed on the table, the waiter cutting thick slices straight from the wheel. Rook stares at it, his eyes widening slightly.“That is an excessive amount of cheese,” he mutters.“Think you can handle it?” I tease.He grins, taking a generous piece. “Watch me.”When we finally finish that, the final course arrives, Arance all