All Chapters of Slapshot Awakening: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ryker POVHis hands suddenly leave my shirt and grab the back of my neck, yanking me down into a kiss so hard and desperate it steals the breath from my lungs.It’s messy. Raw. All teeth and tongues and fury. It’s everything we’ve both been denying all night and everything we can’t hold back anymore.I push him harder against the bed, my hands sliding under his hoodie, up his ribs, mapping the ridges of his body like I need to memorize every inch of him. His skin is hot beneath my palms, burning with a fever only I seem able to feed.He breaks the kiss first, his forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing harshly into the tiny space between us.“You’re such a fucking asshole,” he mutters, voice wrecked and broken.“Yeah,” I whisper back, smiling against his lips. “But I’m your fucking asshole.”He growls low in his throat, and before I can say anything else, he flips us over, pinning me down to the bed with surprising strength. His thighs straddle my hips, and he stares down at me

Jaxon POVHis phone’s on the floor beside the bed. I stare at it for a second. One second too long, then I pick it up. Scroll through his messages until I find Aiden’s name. Flick through the thread.Nothing. They always came here. Never there. Of course they fucking did.I glance back at Ryker once, just once, before typing a message.Hey, can we talk? Not here, Jaxon will be here.I hit send before I can second-guess myself. The reply comes fast.Sure. Come to my place.An address pings through. I don’t save it. I don’t need to. I burn it into my brain.I drop the phone gently back where it was, like I was never there. Downstairs, the cold hits me harder. I grab my jacket, my helmet, and head out.The air bites against my skin as I swing my leg over the bike and fire it up. My body protests, still sore, still healing, but I shove it down.All that matters is this. Cutting off every possible way he could leave me. Destroying every door that might open if I don’t.The ride there is a

Ryker POVMy heart is hammering in my chest, fists still clenched, arm still locked against Aiden’s throat like I haven’t decided whether I want to throw him through the fucking wall or let go.I woke to my fucking phone ringing and Quinn warning me that Jaxon was up to something. Then I saw the message. I would have got here quicker if I didn't have to wait for a damn taxi but I'd drank too much tonight to drive.Aiden's not smiling anymore. His usual cocky grin is gone, replaced with something quieter. A little shaken. A little cracked.Good.“You understand me?” I growl, voice low and sharp like a blade pressed to skin. “This isn’t a joke. This isn’t some pissing contest. You don’t get to talk to me. You don’t get to show up around me. You don’t fucking exist to me anymore.”Aiden swallows, his throat working hard against my arm. He nods once, quick, jerky.I shove him back, not as hard as before, just enough to let him know this is over. Not up for debate. Not up for discussion. D

Jaxon POVHis grin goes sharp, smug, and way too fucking pleased with himself.“But,” he adds, voice dropping low and teasing, “you’re banned from doing that hip roll shit on the ice.”I blink at him, thrown. “What?”“That shit was teasing. Straight up harassment.” He smirks wider. “You know how many people you just mentally fucked up with that? Including me?”A snort escapes before I can stop it, the weight in my chest loosening a little. “Jealous?”“Terrified,” Ryker grins. “Next time you pull that move, I’m storming the fucking rink mid-routine and dragging you off by your stupid, tight-ass pants.”Rosie laughs beside us, overhearing enough to get the gist, and shoves Ryker lightly. “Get in line, man. Half the arena probably wants to propose to him now.”Ryker just winks at her. “Doesn’t matter. He’s already fucking taken.”Heat flushes up my neck, but somehow, this time, it doesn’t feel heavy. It feels light. Real.The announcer’s voice booms overhead, jolting me back to the momen

Ryker POVI don't move. I barely breathe. This is his moment to answer, not mine.She shifts on her feet, waiting, looking like she might break if he says nothing.For a long second, he does not. He just watches her, unreadable.Then he exhales slowly, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders a little.“Thanks for saying it,” he says quietly.Erin nods, looking like she might cry.Jaxon doesn't offer more, and she does not push for it. She just gives him a small, broken smile and backs away into the crowd, disappearing into the noise and lights.Jaxon watches her go for a second, then turns back toward me, something heavy and hollow lingering in his eyes.I step closer without thinking, close enough that he can feel me there if he needs it.“She’s trying,” he whispers.I nod slowly. “She is, moving out seems to have made her grow up. Not to mention, when she tried that shit with Paul he destroyed her with words and she learnt.”We all heard the stories, Erin trying to get Paul to mou