Semua Bab Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: Bab 151 - Bab 158

Hailey’s POVA while later, everything felt lighter in a way I hadn’t thought was possible anymore.Ryan’s treatment pulled through. Not in some miraculous, movie-perfect way, but enough to bring him back to himself. The hollow look in his eyes faded. His steps were steady again. His laugh—real, full, annoying—echoed through the house like it used to. His body had filled out, muscle returning, posture straight, confidence sliding back onto him like second skin.He was alive again.I lingered by the doorway, arms folded loosely across my chest, watching him and Roy wrestle in the living room. It was loud, messy, and completely unnecessary. Ryan locked Roy in a headlock, grinning like he’d won a championship already. Roy cursed and shoved back, using his weight to throw them both off balance.They crashed onto the couch, cushions slipping, both of them breathless and laughing like boys who’d forgotten how close they’d come to losing everything.I smiled without realizing it.Tomorrow wa

Violet’s POVI’m still boneless, chest heaving, when Luca finally rolls off me and onto his back beside me on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. His cock—thick, flushed dark, veined, and glistening at the tip—stands rigid against his stomach, twitching every time his heart beats. He’s leaking steadily now, a shiny trail already smeared across the ridges of his abs from where he’d been grinding against me earlier.He doesn’t say anything. Just props himself up on one elbow, eyes locked on my face, waiting. Challenging. Like he knows exactly what I’m about to do before I even move.My mouth waters.I push up onto my hands and knees, crawl between his spread thighs without breaking eye contact. His breath catches when I settle there—knees tucked under me, ass still in the air, thighs sticky from everything he just did to me.I wrap my fingers around the base of him first. He’s so thick my thumb and middle finger don’t quite meet. Hot. Velvet over steel. I give one slow, firm st

Luca’s POVViolet’s legs are locked around my waist, her nails digging half-moons into my shoulders while I drive into her—hard, steady, no mercy. The bed creaks under us in that familiar rhythm we’ve perfected over months. She’s moaning my name in that broken little way that usually sends me over the edge fast.But tonight my head isn’t all here.Every time my eyes drift shut, it’s not Violet’s face I see behind my lids. It’s Hailey—cheeks flushed after practice, sweat-damp hair sticking to her neck, that sharp smirk she throws me across the ice when our teams line up for drills. Rivals. Always fucking rivals. The same girl who body-checked me into the boards last week and then laughed when I got up cursing her name.I open my eyes again—force them open—and it’s Violet staring back at me, lips parted, pupils blown wide. Beautiful. Mine. Except the image flickers, overlays, and I’m picturing Hailey’s mouth instead. The way she bites her bottom lip when she’s concentrating on a play. T

Roy’s POVMy palms are slick with sweat, no matter how many times I wipe them on the rough denim of my jeans. The ring box in my pocket presses against my thigh like a stone—small but impossibly heavy, its velvet edges worn from how often I've pulled it out just to stare at it in the dim light of my truck. College is behind me, the last game played, scouts' calls fading into silence, and all that's left is this gnawing uncertainty about what's next. But her—that's the one thing I know. Hailey. The girl who turned my world upside down with one fierce check on the ice and never let it right itself.The deck at the lake house overlooks the water, string lights draped like stars fallen low, their warm gold flickering off the gentle ripples below. The air smells of pine and fresh lake mist, cool against my heated skin. Crickets chirp in the distance, a soft underscore to the pounding in my chest. No crowd, no distractions—just the quiet intimacy of the place we've claimed as our escape, wh