Semua Bab Fake dating my hockey enemy: Bab 41 - Bab 46

ZANE’S POVThe coffee kept pouring. I stood there, hand wrapped around the pot, watching the dark liquid fill the mug, past the rim and over the edge. Spilling onto the counter in a slow, steady stream that pooled around the base.I didn’t notice until it hit my hand.”Ah! Shit!”The burn snapped me back. I jerked the pot away, slamming it onto the burner—coffee dripping from my knuckles onto the floor. I grabbed a dish towel, pressing it against my skin. Fuck.I turned on the tap, shoved my hand under cold water—the sting turned into a dull throb. My jaws clenched as the image came back uninvited-again.Nick Grayson, standing too close to her—holding out that piece of paper like it was an invitation to something I wasn’t part of. And Reeve—she just took it without hesitation. I watched the whole thing from across the room—watched her smile at him and laugh at whatever bullshit joke he’d probably told. And he was leaning in like he had every right to be that close to her.Like I wa

REEVE’S POV‘That’s my girl’The words hung in the air between us—he had said it yesterday to Nick and now they’d fallen off his lips again. And it felt too real for something that was supposed to be fake. I froze, phone pressed against my ear, Priya’s voice a distant buzz I couldn’t process. My eyes locked with his.And I watched him realize what he’d said. His jaw tightened, eyes widening for half a second before he tore his gaze away. He cleared his throat—once then twice before turning toward the counter like it suddenly needed his attention. My chest felt tight, heart hammering so loud I was so sure he could hear it. Why did I even ask for his opinion? He was the one who’d said personal lives weren’t part of the arrangement.What did I expect him to say?But his words had soothed something in me. Making me see beyond the paranoia of Nadia being on camera, of Priya exploiting her. He’d made me see the good side—that I’d get to see my sister. That Nadia would see me doing well.

His mouth swallowed me again, deeper this time, his nose pressing into the trimmed hair at the base while his throat worked around the head. One of his hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently, and the other pressed flat against my lower belly to keep me from thrusting up. He set a rhythm that was pure torture. Each downstroke ended with his lips at my roots and his throat fluttering. Each upstroke finished with his tongue flicking rapidly across my slit. The pressure built at the base of my spine, my thighs trembling—breath coming in ragged gasps. ”Henry, I’m gonna—“ He pulled off immediately. A groan escaped me, my cock throbbed in the air, slick with his spit—so close to release that my balls ached. “Not yet.” His voice was wrecked—lips swollen and red. “Did you bring it?” It took my brain a moment to process words. “What?” ”The stuff, Rook.” He sat up slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “The lube and condoms. Tell me you actually brought them.” ”Oh y