《Burning Desires: (25 Gay Short Stories) 》全部章節：第 261 章 - 第 270 章

Off-Season Chapter 2: One Bed, Two Enemies Morning light stabbed through the half-open curtains like a accusation. Julian woke up sore as fuck, ass throbbing with a deep, filthy ache. Ryder’s massive cock had wrecked him last night — nine thick inches of pure aggression that left him gaping and leaking cum onto the expensive hotel sheets. He could still feel the enforcer’s handprints bruised into his hips. Ryder was already awake, standing by the window in nothing but tight black boxer briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy bulge. His tattooed back flexed as he crossed his arms, staring out at the city like he wanted to punch it. Julian sat up slowly, wincing. “Enjoying the view, Riot? Or just admiring your handiwork?” Ryder turned, gray eyes dark and unreadable. His gaze dragged down Julian’s naked body — bite marks on his neck, red handprints on his ass, dried cum on his thighs. “Looks like I marked my territory pretty well. You gonna bitch about it or admit you

Chapter 4: Balcony The team party was supposed to be “team bonding.” It felt more like foreplay for a riot. The luxury rooftop bar was packed with players, staff, and a few WAGs. Music thumped. Alcohol flowed freely. I was three whiskeys deep and feeling loose, the constant low ache in my ass from Ryder’s morning fuck mixing nicely with the buzz in my head. Ryder was across the roof, looking illegally hot in a tight black button-up that strained across his massive chest and shoulders. Tattoos peeked out at the collar. He had a beer in one hand and was laughing at something one of the younger forwards said, but his eyes kept cutting back to me. Dark. Hungry. Possessive. I hated how much that look made my cock twitch. Some rookie defenseman — Matthews, I think — slid up next to me at the bar, smiling too wide, eyes roaming over my body. “Voss, man. You and Riot look insane together on the ice. That chemistry is next level. You guys fucking or what?” He laughed like it was a joke,

Chapter 6: Shared WallsWe moved into the luxury apartment two days later.The team’s “solution” for star players during off-season training: a sleek, three-bedroom penthouse overlooking the waterfront with floor-to-ceiling windows, a private gym, and a massive kitchen island that I already knew was going to get destroyed. Management thought it would help us “build chemistry.”They had no fucking idea.Ryder carried most of the heavy boxes like they weighed nothing, his thick arms and back flexing under a tight compression shirt. I followed with my good arm, shoulder still taped up, watching the way his ass moved in those gray sweatpants. My hole twitched just looking at him.The second the door closed behind the last mover, Ryder dropped the box he was holding, stalked across the living room, and shoved me against the wall.“Finally,” he growled, mouth crashing into mine. “No more fucking hotel. This whole place is ours. I’m gonna fuck you in every single room.”He didn’t wait. He sp

Chapter 8: Midnight Confession The rumors had turned into a fucking hurricane. Everywhere I looked online or in the locker room, people were whispering. Management had “quietly” warned us again to keep things professional. Sponsors were getting nervous. One reporter even camped outside our building for three hours yesterday. I was exhausted. Ryder was pissed. And the tension between us had turned into something electric and terrifying. It all came to a head at 11:47 p.m. on a random Tuesday. We’d stayed late at the practice facility after everyone else had gone home. Just the two of us on the empty ice under dim lights, skating hard, burning off frustration. No pads. Just sweats and skates. I was breathing heavy, sweat dripping down my back, when Ryder suddenly slammed into me from behind — not a check, but a full-body pin against the boards. His massive chest pressed against my back, his hard cock already grinding against my ass through our clothes. “Enough,” he growled again

Chapter 10: Home The arena was electric. Final exhibition game before the season started. Sold-out crowd. Media everywhere because of the scandal. This wasn’t just hockey anymore — it was a fucking circus, and Ryder and I were the main attraction. We dominated. Every shift we were on the ice together felt supernatural. I’d pull the puck, draw defenders, then hit Ryder with a perfect pass. He’d bulldoze through checks like they were nothing and feed it right back to me for the shot. We were terrifying. Beautiful. In sync in a way that went way beyond hate. Midway through the third period, I got slashed hard behind the net. Pain flared in my ribs, but before I could even react, Ryder was there — dropping gloves and absolutely destroying the guy who hit me. The crowd lost their minds. When he skated back to me, helmet off, sweat dripping, eyes wild with fury and love, he grabbed my jersey and pulled me close. “You good?” he growled. “Yeah. Finish this with me.” We scored the gam