All Chapters of Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Chase… fuck…”His fingers threaded through Chase’s hair, not pulling, just holding on as waves of pleasure rolled through him. Chase hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks up Noah’s spine. He brought him right to the edge before pulling back with a soft kiss to his hip.“Not yet,” he whispered, crawling back up to capture Noah’s mouth in a searing kiss, “I want to feel you.”He reached for the small packet of lube from his discarded wallet, always prepared, even if neither had planned this, and warmed it between his fingers. Noah watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, completely melted. Chase kissed him through every step: a finger circling, then pressing inside slowly, then two, scissoring gently while his mouth stayed on Noah’s, swallowing every gasp and moan.Noah melted completely, legs falling open, body yielding to Chase’s careful preparation.“Please,” he breathed between kisses, “I need you.”Chase positioned himself, eyes locked on Noah’s as he pushed in slowly, in and

"...Chase Voss consistently writes some of the finest analytical work in this course."Several students turned and Adrian finally looked at his son again, "Does he?"The professor nodded enthusiastically, "I'd like him to join us."Chase didn't move at first until the professor gestured again and he slowly stood and walked to the front. Adrian watched him with no expression and no warmth. When Chase stopped beside him, he asked quietly,"Comfortable?"Chase replied with a slight shrug and Adrian turned back toward the class with his arms folded."If an organization invests heavily in a single asset..." his eyes shifted briefly to Chase, "...what becomes the greatest risk?""Exposure," Chase answered immediately."Eventually," Adrian tilted his head, "But before that?"Chase hesitated a beat before he replied, "Dependency.""Correct," Adrian smiled and continued. "If an employee begins influencing executive decision-making, who has failed?""Leadership," Chase answered immediately.Adri

The ice felt different today as Noah pushed away from the boards, the familiar scrape of his skates echoing across Yost, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, the weight pressing against his chest wasn't there. Not completely gone, just… lighter.He had spoken to Eli the previous night for nearly an hour complain dramatically that the hospital had somehow found a way to ruin mashed potatoes. He'd laughed about one particular nurse who insisted strawberry candy wasn't "nutritionally appropriate," then he'd spent ten uninterrupted minutes explaining why he was absolutely certain he'd be discharged before Noah finished midterms.Noah had laughed harder than he had in weeks and more importantly… Nothing had happened. There were no men outside Eli's room, no threatening messages and no consequences after Noah ignored Adrian's summons because Chase had stopped him.The memory surfaced before he could stop it. Chase, bare feet against cold pavement and a smile tugged at the corner o

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, Chase’s apartment felt too warm, too quiet. He had paced the living room twice, changed shirts once, and barely resisted the urge to text Noah. When the knock finally came, sharp and confident, his pulse spiked.He opened the door. Noah stood there in dark jeans and a black hoodie, eyes already dark with intent. No greeting. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut behind him. He didn’t waste time on pleasantries. His eyes raked over Chase like he was already imagining him broken open.“Have you eaten anything all day?” Noah asked, voice low and commanding.Chase shook his head, throat already tightening. “No. You said not to.”A slow, satisfied smile spread across Noah’s face. “Good.”He crowded Chase against the wall in one fluid motion. Their mouths crashed together instantly. The kiss was hungry and demanding. Teeth nipping, tongues sliding hot and wet. Noah’s hands fisted in Chase’s shirt, yanking him closer as he devoured him. Chase groaned

The first thing Noah became aware of was warmth. It wasn’t the heavy duvet tangled around his legs, it was Chase. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he had woken beside someone without immediately feeling the need to run.He lay still. Chase was asleep on his side of the bed, one arm stretched carelessly across the mattress, dark hair falling over his forehead in complete disarray. His breathing was slow and even, the tension that usually lived permanently in his shoulders nowhere to be found.It almost didn't look like him. No captain, no heir to an empire, no arrogant hockey star. Just Chase, and Noah found himself studying him far longer than he intended. His eyes traced the faint mark beneath Chase's jaw where he'd kissed him the night before. His throat still looked slightly reddened and guilt flickered briefly through Noah before disappearing beneath something warmer. Affection.The realization struck him hard. Somewhere between running from Adrian, the argument