All Chapters of Pucked On Ice : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KaelTwo days later, the team finally left Millbrook without me.They had wanted to wait, but I told them to go ahead. “I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing a smile. “Dad’s here. Go home and rest. I’ll catch up soon.”Oliver had clapped my shoulder gently. “Don’t be a hero again, alright?”I nodded, watching the bus pull away. The ache in my side was still there, but the doctors said I was healing well enough to travel the next day.The following morning, Dad drove me home. The ride was quiet at first, just the hum of the engine and the occasional glance he gave me, checking if I was okay. I kept assuring him I was, even though every bump in the road sent a dull throb through the wound.When we finally pulled up to the house, May was already waiting on the porch. The second she saw the car, she ran down the steps, eyes wide and already glistening with tears.“Kael!” She threw herself at me the moment I stepped out, arms wrapping tightly around my waist.I hissed softly at the pressure on my

RivenThat morning, I woke up to the familiar beep of my alarm clock.I groaned, reaching blindly for it and slapping the snooze button. My body felt heavy, the kind of tired that came from restless sleep and too many thoughts spinning in my head. I had crashed hard last night after everything, and part of me felt like I deserved to stay in bed all day. No practice, no obligations — just sleep.Then my phone rang.I sighed deeply, sitting up and rubbing my face with both hands. The screen lit up with Dex’s name. I wondered what he wanted this early.I answered, my voice still grainy from sleep. “Hey?”“Are you still sleeping?” Dex asked, sounding half-amused, half-annoyed.I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”Dex sighed softly. “You wanna go to the gym together?”“Nah, I think I’m cool. I’ll go tomorrow,” I replied, already remembering that I had promised to have lunch with Kael today.“Okay then. See you tomorrow,” Dex said before ending the call.I groaned again and flopped back onto the be

KaelThe old lady waited, key dangling from her fingers, her eyes flicking between us with mild impatience. The motel was small and worn, the kind of place that smelled faintly of old wood and cleaning solution. A single flickering bulb lit the reception area, casting long shadows on the walls.Riven shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. His shoulders were still tense from the argument earlier, and now this — sharing a room with me after everything that had happened between us. I could see the conflict in his eyes: the part of him that wanted to run, and the part that knew there was nowhere else to go tonight.I glanced at him, waiting for his reaction. The air between us felt thick, charged with everything we hadn’t said during the silent drive. The picture incident still lingered; his upset look was etched in my memory. I had deleted it without hesitation, but the damage was done. He was pulling away again, retreating into that safe shell of denial.The old lady cleared her th

RivenThat morning, we woke up to the smell of cheap motel coffee and toast that the old lady had left outside our door. We ate quickly in silence, the single bed and last night’s almost-kiss still hanging heavy between us. Kael moved carefully, his bandaged arm making every motion awkward.After breakfast, I went to wash off first. When it was Kael’s turn, he stood at the bathroom door, staring at the shower with clear frustration. His bandaged hand made it impossible for him to wash himself properly.I hesitated, then stepped closer. “I’ll help you.”Kael swallowed, eyes flicking to mine. “You sure?”“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Just… keep your shorts on. That’s the condition.”He nodded and stepped into the small bathroom. I followed, heart already beating too fast. The space felt even smaller with both of us in it. I turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortable warmth, and grabbed the small bar of soap.Kael stood under the spray, water running down his chest and

KaelRiven suddenly leaned closer and kissed me again.The moment his lips touched mine, everything else faded. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my own, the heat of his body radiating through our clothes. My breath hitched.“Shit… what are you doing to me?” I whispered against his mouth, my voice rough with need.“You asked for it,” he murmured, and then I kissed him back — deeply, hungrily, forgetting the dull ache in my bandaged arm. In that moment, the pain didn’t exist. All that mattered was the way his lips moved against mine, soft yet desperate, the faint taste of mint and the sweetness that was purely Riven.We started walking backwards, still kissing, our lips never parting for long. I guided him until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he sat down. I crouched low over him, one knee on the cushion beside his thigh, continuing the kiss. My good hand cupped the back of his neck, tilting his head to deepen it. Our tongues slid together, slow and wet