All Chapters of Slapshot Awakening: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Jaxon POVI’ve tried calling Erin more times than I can count, but she’s ignored every call and message. It feels like the universe is forcing me to sit here alone with my thoughts, picking at every word Ryker said and coming up empty.What he told me doesn’t feel real. I can’t picture it, can’t make the memory fit in my head. But it explains this feeling, like something’s missing. Like I’ve lost something important, and maybe I have. He’s distant, and I know it’s because of me. Because I made it sound like he took advantage of me. And the worst part is, I don’t even know if I meant it or if I was just scared.I want to remember. I want to know if I meant what I said or if I was just running from it. From him. From myself.Even after that kiss in the hospital, I still can’t wrap my head around it. Ryker touching me, and me letting him? Wanting him to? My mind won’t show it to me. There’s a wall there I can’t climb.The entire day passes and neither Erin nor Ryker come home. Neither of

Jaxon POVA woman I don’t recognize sits across from me. Blonde, bright smile, too much perfume. She leans forward with a drink in her hand, her eyes scanning me like I’m a challenge she’s already decided to win.“You’re Jaxon, right?” she asks, voice sweet like syrup.I nod but don’t look at her long.“You skated with Erin?” she presses, smile widening.Still do, I want to say, but the words stick.“Yeah,” I mutter.“You were amazing at Nationals,” she says, and I can tell it’s rehearsed. Like she practiced the compliment, like she’s used it before.“Thanks.”She shifts closer on the couch, like the proximity will change anything. I glance at her once, just to be polite, but I don’t engage. I don’t have the energy. Whatever interest she’s trying to spark in me just burns out before it even starts.Then I see them. Out of the corner of my eye, movement by the hallway draws my attention. Ryker’s hand rests lightly on Aiden’s lower back as he guides him toward the bathroom. Aiden’s lean

Ryker POVHis breath comes faster, more erratic, and his hips jerk once into my hand.“You moan like that again,” I growl against the shell of his ear, “and I won’t be gentle.”He groans again anyway, right into my neck.That does it. I drop to my knees in front of him, shoving his jeans lower, yanking them down just enough. His cock bobs free, flushed and slick at the tip. My mouth waters just looking at him. I don’t tease. I don’t wait.I take him in, slow and steady, letting my tongue drag along the underside as I sink deep. His hands are instantly in my hair, clutching, trembling. A sharp inhale cuts through the air as I hollow my cheeks, setting a rhythm that has his knees locking tight and his jaw falling open above me.The noises he makes go straight to my spine. I want to devour them. Claim every broken sound he gives me like it means something. Like he’s not just letting this happen, but wanting it and needing it.I move faster, deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat.