บททั้งหมดของ Pucked On Ice : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

NicoI left Dex’s apartment with my chest tight and my eyes stinging.The walk back to my new place felt longer than it should have. Every step replayed the conversation in my head. The way he had hesitated. The way he had said "complicated" made me feel like I was something he couldn’t be bothered to define. I had opened up — asked what we were — and he gave me nothing.By the time I got home, the anger had settled into something heavier. Sadness. Disappointment. I sat on the edge of my new bed and stared at my phone. The messages from earlier were still there. I opened his contact, hovered over the block button for a long second, then pressed it.There. Done.He had only wanted me for sex. That was clear now. I wasn’t going to be his toy. I wasn’t going to wait around for scraps of attention. I shook my head, trying to push the memories away. It was over. Whatever “this” was, it was finished.I needed to focus on something real.I changed into comfortable clothes and walked to the n

DexWe walked the short distance to his apartment in silence, but the air between us felt electric. My body was already reacting — a low, insistent pull in my gut, the first warning signs of a rut trying to creep in. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold it back. I didn’t want to lose control. Not with him.Nico suddenly stopped right in front of his door.“Nico? What is it?”He turned around slowly. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something deeper — raw, desperate need. The scent of his heat hit me harder then, sweet and intoxicating, wrapping around my senses like a drug.Before I could say anything else, he stepped forward and kissed me.It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. His hands fisted in my shirt as his lips moved against mine, tongue sliding in with urgent need. I groaned into the kiss, hands automatically gripping his waist, pulling him closer.When he pulled back just enough to breathe, his voice was shaky. “Do to me what you want.”I blinked, trying to process

DexI finished cleaning the last of the scrapes on Nico’s feet and sat back on my heels, satisfied. They weren’t too bad, just a few cuts and bruises from running barefoot, but seeing his skin torn up because he had run from me twisted something ugly in my chest.“Well, I think I’ve done my job here,” I said, keeping my voice easy as I stood up. “I only came to bring your slippers, but I’m glad I caught these. I’ll get out of your hair now.”I turned toward the door.Nico’s hand caught my wrist.I kept my back to him for a second, letting the moment exist without rushing to fill it. When I finally turned around, he was looking up at me with those wide, open eyes that always made it harder to think straight than they had any right to.“So you don’t want me to go?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.His cheeks went pink immediately. “You forgot this,” he muttered, gesturing to his feet instead of answering the actual question.I leaned in slightly. There it was. A smaller bruise, angrier than

DexI drove to the station with a death grip on the steering wheel. Anger and worry churned inside me like a storm. Nico sat quietly in the passenger seat, but I could feel the tension rolling off him. There was no way I was letting this slide. Not after everything he’d been through.When we reached the station, I didn’t hold back. My voice echoed through the building as I laid out every detail: what Martin had done last night, the attack this morning, and especially what that piece-of-shit cop had tried when Nico sought safety. I was loud, furious, and unrelenting until they finally took action. They arrested the offending officer on the spot. The bastard even tried to apologize through the bars, but I didn’t give a damn.“Get him out of my sight,” I growled.The other officers promised they’d track down Martin too. I made sure they understood I’d be following up. Satisfied for now, we left and headed back to Nico’s place.Back home, I dropped onto the couch and exhaled heavily. Nico

DexNico shifted on my lap, hesitation flickering across his face. “But… you’re not feeling too well, and I’m sitting on you. Are you comfortable?”I cocked my head, squeezed his hands, and pulled him a little closer. “I’m much more comfortable than you think. More comfortable than I’ve been in days.”He smiled, cheeks flushing that beautiful shade of pink I was quickly becoming addicted to. I reached up and brushed my thumb over his warm skin.“I love you so much, Nico,” I said, the words falling out raw and honest. After the last twenty-four hours, I couldn’t hold them back anymore.Nico swallowed hard, eyes glistening. Then he whispered, “I love you too.”The kiss that followed was slow at first, full of relief and need. But it quickly deepened, turning hungry. My hands roamed his back, pulling him flush against me. He tasted like comfort and home, and I poured everything I felt into it—grief, gratitude, and desire.Nico moaned softly into my mouth, hips rolling instinctively. Heat