All Chapters of Craving The Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32MASONTyler came out of the bathroom with damp hair and a towel slung low on his hips. Steam curled out behind him, clinging to his skin.And yeah—my dick was instantly awake again.He didn’t even look at me as he grabbed his clothes, mumbling something about needing water, and left the room.The second the door shut, I muttered, “Fuck.”I couldn’t even pretend to focus on anything else. I was already halfway hard from earlier, but seeing him fresh from the shower? Water dripping down his chest? Yeah, that was it.I stripped and headed straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.The heat in the air was still heavy, smelling faintly of his body wash—something clean, with a hint of citrus. I turned the water on, as hot as I could stand it, and stepped under the spray.My hand was on myself before I even thought about it.I leaned back against the tile, closing my eyes, and pictured him again—spread out under me, flushed and needy. The way he’d moaned when I’d sucke

CHAPTER 34 TYLER Mason was at it again. We were barely ten minutes into practice, and he’d already “accidentally” bumped into me twice. The first time, I let it slide. Hockey’s physical. Things happen. The second time, I knew damn well it wasn’t an accident. We were skating side-by-side, chasing the puck, when his shoulder clipped mine just hard enough to throw off my balance. His voice was in my ear instantly, low and smug. “Careful, Reyes. You fall too easy.” I gritted my teeth and skated ahead, ignoring the way my pulse jumped. Not two minutes later, he was right there again. This time, his gloved hand brushed my hip, and he leaned in like he had every right to be in my space. “Bet I could get you off the ice faster than that,” he murmured. I shoved him, not hard enough to knock him down but enough to make my point. “Get off me, Grant.” He grinned like I’d just told him his favorite joke. Unfortunately, our little exchange didn’t go unnoticed. “Jesus, are you two gonna

CHAPTER 36TYLERThe noise in the lodge was giving me a headache. Everyone was talking over each other about what to wear to the club, who was going to get the drunkest, and whether Avery should be banned from controlling the music in the car.I slipped outside into the cool evening air.The temperature hit me instantly, but it felt good. Crisp. Quiet.That’s when I heard, “You avoiding the chaos, too?”I turned. Gabriel was leaning against the side railing, hands in his jacket pockets, looking at me like he already knew something I didn’t want him to know.“I just needed some air,” I said.He hummed, stepping closer. “No, you needed space from a certain someone.”I frowned. “What are you talking about?”“Come on, Ty.” His tone was that big-brother mix of smug and protective. “You’re acting like a guy with a crush. Is it Mason?”I rolled my eyes. “No.”His brow lifted.“…Maybe.”“Mmhmm.” He grinned. “I knew it.”I sighed, leaning back against the railing. “It’s… complicated.”Gabriel

CHAPTER 38TYLERHis mouth stayed on mine, hot and hungry, his tongue sliding against mine like he owned the space. My fingers curled in his shirt without me realizing, pulling him closer even as my brain screamed this is insane.He broke the kiss with a wet sound, his mouth ghosting over my jaw. “Relax,” he murmured, lips brushing skin. “Let me take care of you.”“Mason—” My voice cracked when his hand slid under my shirt, palm rough and warm against my stomach.“Say my name again,” he said, grinning against my neck before biting down lightly.I sucked in a sharp breath. “Mason.”“Good boy.”Heat shot through me at the way he said it — low, satisfied, like he knew exactly what it did to me.His other hand tugged my shirt up and over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His gaze swept over me like he was memorizing every inch. “Fuck,” he muttered, “you have no idea what you do to me.”I was about to respond when his mouth dropped to my chest. His tongue flicked over my nipple, sl

CHAPTER 40TYLERThe sun was barely creeping through the blinds when I cracked my eyes open.Everything hurt. My thighs. My lower back. Hell, even my hips. I shifted and winced — Mason was sprawled beside me, the blanket kicked down to his waist.And that’s when I saw it.His cock was half-hard already, thick and heavy against his stomach.My stomach flipped.What the hell is wrong with me?I told myself to look away. I didn’t. My gaze traced the veins, the curve, the flushed head peeking out.I shouldn’t…I swallowed, my mouth dry, my body buzzing in a way I didn’t understand. It wasn’t like kissing girls. It wasn’t like porn. This was real.Before I could think it through, I was shifting down the bed, moving slow so I didn’t wake him. My fingers hovered above him, then brushed lightly along his length.He twitched in his sleep.I froze, heart pounding.“Mmm… Tyler?” Mason’s voice was low, rough from sleep.Shit.But instead of moving away, I leaned down and pressed my lips to him.H