All Chapters of Falling for the Hot Alpha Hockey Star: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~Lily~I crouched low behind a cluster of pines, heart hammering so hard I swear it was trying to punch its way out of my ribs, and watched them through the branches. Ryder had Skylar scooped up in his arms like she weighed nothing, both of them half-naked and laughing breathlessly as they bolted deeper into the woods away from whoever they thought was coming. Away from me.Perfect. Let them think they escaped. Let them think it was just some random pack asshole snooping. I wasn’t ready to blow everything up yet. Not even close.I stayed frozen until their footsteps faded completely, until even my stupid-sensitive hearing couldn’t pick up Ryder’s low growl or Skylar’s shaky little laughs anymore. Then I let out the breath I’d been holding and slumped back against a tree trunk, dragging both hands through my hair like that could untangle the absolute mess in my head.Because holy shit. Holy shit.My sister. My actual sister. The one I thought burned up with Mom and Dad and everyone els

~Lily~I woke up with my face smashed into the pillow and drool drying on my cheek, phone still digging into my hip from last night. My head felt like someone had used it as a punching bag, probably from all the crying I pretended I didn't do. Whatever. I rolled over, grabbed the phone, and saw three missed texts from Jace.Jace: you alive?Jace: seriously lil answer meJace: i'm coming over if you don't reply in fiveI snorted, typed back quickly.Me: chill i'm not dead just ugly crying over family dramaHe sent back a middle finger emoji and then: breakfast? my treatMe: fine but you're buying extra hashbrownsI dragged myself out of bed, threw on yesterday's jeans and a hoodie that smelled like sweat and leaves, and headed out. She was there, outside the coffee shop, bundled in that same oversized hoodie, probably Ryder's, obviously, holding a to-go cup with both hands like it was keeping her warm. Her hair was in a messy bun, cheeks pink from the cold, and she was laughing at som

~Lily~I got back to my apartment way later than I should have. My hands were still shaking from the whole stupid night, from watching Skylar's perfect house glow like some Hallmark card while I sat outside like a total creep. Jace's keys dug into my palm the whole drive home and I kept thinking about how I hadn't texted him once, not even a dumb emoji, and he was probably ready to murder me or call the station or both.I slammed the door behind me harder than I meant to, dropped the keys on the counter, and just stood there in the dark living room, breathing like I'd run the whole two hours back instead of driving. The place smelled like whatever takeout I'd forgotten to throw out last week. Home sweet home.Then I heard the TV. Low volume, some dumb action movie with explosions I could recognize even without looking.I froze. "What the fuck."The lamp clicked on and there was Jace, sprawled on my couch like he owned the place, feet up on my coffee table, bowl of popcorn in his lap.

~Lily~He thrust in deep and hard and we both groaned loud enough the neighbors probably heard, but then he stilled, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to mine, breathing like he’d run ten miles.“Fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “You feel way too good.”I clenched around him on purpose and he hissed, hips jerking. “Move, asshole.”He laughed, short and rough, and pulled out slow just to slam back in, setting a brutal pace right away like he was trying to fuck the whole shitty day out of me. The couch creaked under us, springs digging into my back, but I didn’t care, just wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and met every thrust, nails raking down his shoulders.“Harder,” I snapped, because if we were doing this I wanted to feel it tomorrow when I had to look at crime scene photos again.He growled, grabbed my hips and angled me higher, pounding deeper until I was yelling his name with every snap of his hips. Sweat dripped off him onto my chest, his mouth everywhere biting my

~Jace~I walked into our ‘church’ - of course it's not a church, - twenty minutes late because I’d been at Lily’s again, holding her hair while she puked up last night’s whiskey and case stress, and yeah, I still smelled like her shampoo, which was a real smart move when half the table already wanted my balls on a platter.Ryder banged the gavel once, hard, the second my ass hit the chair. “Nice of you to join us, VP.”“Bite me,” I muttered, slouching back, arms crossed. “Traffic.”“Traffic named Lily?” Tank snorted from across the table, big arms folded, beard twitching like he was holding back a grin.A couple guys chuckled. I flipped him off without looking.Ryder didn’t laugh. He just lit a smoke, took a long drag, and blew it toward the ceiling. “We’re going cold. No runs. No drops. Nothing moves till I say. Shops only. Everybody tightens belts.”Murmurs started instantly. Hammer leaned forward, tattoos shifting on his knuckles. “How long are we talking, Prez? I got rent.”“As lo