All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The arena was dead quiet at 7:45 a.m. Sunday morning skate was optional, but the top line never skipped. Muscle memory. Discipline. Or maybe just the need to see each other’s faces after last night without the buffer of a full team.Marek was the first one to arrive. Just as always— black Under Armour hoodie up. His beard was still damp from the hotel shower. He dropped his bag by the bench and his eyes went around the empty rink. Scanning, like he was checking for landmines.Jaxon was the next one to show up. His hair was mussed. Hoodie sleeves pushed up to show the fresh ink that was curling around his forearms. Sunglasses were still on despite the dim tunnel lights. He walked with a slight hitch— subtle. But Marek still noticed it.Of course he did.“Morning cap.” Jaxon said to him. His voice was deliberately casual. Too casual. As he sat down beside Marek.Marek grunted. He didn’t even look at him yet. He just started tapping his stick.Dima lumbered in last. A full minute late— u

The hotel suite door clicked shut at 2:17 a.m.No one spoke at first.The room was one of those upgraded team suites — king bed pushed against the wall, pull-out couch already unfolded into a second bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sleeping city. Bags dropped haphazardly by the door. Lights stayed off except for the soft blue glow from the TV on mute.Room reserved for just the top line.Riley stood in the middle of the room like he didn’t know where to put his hands. Still flushed from the bus. Sweats low on his hips. Hoodie unzipped. Eyes darting between the three men who’d just spent forty miles turning him inside out.Jaxon kicked off his sneakers first. Stretched like a cat, shirt riding up to show the fresh bruises Dima’s fingers had left on his hips earlier.“Kid looks like he’s about to bolt,” Jaxon said, voice lazy but eyes sharp. “You running, Riley?”Riley shook his head fast. “No. Just… processing.”Marek — still in his black hoodie, beard shadowed in the dim

Sasha’s povThe emergency light turned everything into red. It was a deep and throbbing kind of red. It felt like we had stepped inside someone’s fever dream. My skin looked flushed even before the heat really started getting to me.I pressed my back harder on the mirrored wall. My arms were crossed tight over my chest like that was going to keep my heart from hitting so hard like it wanted to escape.The air started to feel wrong. Thicker. Warner. Carrying that faint metallic elevator smell that was mixed with the clean, woodsy hit of his cologne. Every breath that I took pulled more of him into me.He had mashed the emergency button three times. Each press made him even more pissed off than the last. Now he was standing in the middle of the tiny box, hands on his hips.He was glaring up at the ceiling panel as if he could bully the lights to come back on through sheer stubbornness.“Guess we’re gonna be here a minute,” he said, voice low and calm, like this was just a minor annoyanc

With my dress hiked up high around my waist and my hips tilted back toward him, I stood completely exposed and on display, my ass presented like an offering, pussy still slick and swollen from his tongue.The red emergency light cast a crimson glow over our reflections—me bent forward, vulnerable and arched, him towering close behind, his large hands locked onto my hip bones, fingers digging in with possessive force.The sharp clink of his belt buckle rang out, metal scraping against metal in the confined space, followed by the rasping slide of his zipper being yanked down. He freed his cock with a low grunt, the broad, heated tip brushing between my folds, rigid and unyielding, already coated in the slick evidence of my arousal. It nudged at my entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh, making me clench in anticipation.“Tell me you want it,” he ordered, his voice a rough growl that vibrated against my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck and sending shivers racing down my spine.I p

Sasha’s povThe awkwardness hit me like a wave.We just sat down. Even the menus were still closed in front of us. The candle lights were dancing over our faces.I could still feel the ghost of him inside me. The ache. The fullness. The mess. Every shift in my seat reminded me.How were we supposed to do small talk now?Are we supposed to act like we had not just fucked as if we were animals inside a stalled elevator?Our server appeared. It was a young guy, all smiles.“Evening folks.” He started. “Can I start you with some drinks? House red? Cocktail specials?”“Whiskey neat.” Kai said without missing a beat.“Same.” I echoed. Make it two. Or ten maybe.He nodded and vanished.Kai rested forward. His elbows on the table. “So… this is not exactly how I pictured tonight going.”“Me neither.” I Said. Toying with the edge of the napkin that was in front of me. I made sure not to look at him. “I mean, I was expecting some kind of awkward conversation over appetizers with a weirdo. Not… w