บททั้งหมดของ Tainted ice: my stepbrother is my rival : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 49

Hunter "Shit." I cursed under my breath as my shot went wide, missing the net. I rolled my neck, and reached for the bag of Skittles at my side, surprised when I dipped my hand in and came up empty. When the hell had I gone through the entire bag? I eyed the distance between the couch and the kitchen while the game screen loaded. "Don't tell me you're too lazy to go get snacks." My head snapped around to where Zahara stood at the doorway leading off to the patio, one eyebrow hiked up as she took me in. For a second, I considered being embarrassed about spending my Saturday night in sweatpants, playing video games on the couch and consuming way too many snacks. But then again, I didn't have anything to prove to Zahara. My mother wanted me to snatch her away from Travis, but that thought didn't sound the least bit appealing. She was attractive in that doe eyed, american princess way, but there was zero attraction. In addition to that, I was sure she hated my guts. "Make yoursel

TravisBy the time I got home, I was exhausted enough to barely register the front door closing behind me.The alcohol I’d had earlier wasn’t enough to make me drunk, exactly. Just enough to soften the edges of everything. The drive home had been a blur of streetlights and thoughts I didn’t want to have.Thomas Graves.Neal.Hunter.Always Hunter.I pushed a hand through my hair and headed into the living room, already planning to go straight upstairs.Then I stopped. My entire body went rigid.Hunter was curled up on the couch. And Zahara was curled up against him. Her head rested against his chest, one arm tucked between them. Hunter’s arm was draped around her shoulders.And she was wearing his old team's jersey.Something hot and vicious tore through me.“What the fuck?”Both of them jerked awake.Hunter blinked blearily, looking disoriented. Zahara lifted her head, rubbing her eyes.“Travis?”I barely heard her. My gaze was fixed on Hunter. “What are you doing?”Hunter frowned. “

HunterThe first round of drinks arrived before the captain did.Which, frankly, was impressive.Sammy had barely finished announcing that Neal was buying when the bartender appeared with a tray loaded with bottles and glasses. Everyone cheered like we’d just won the Stanley Cup.“Now we’re talking!” Law grabbed two bottles.I laughed, taking one for myself even though I knew I wasn't going to take a drop of it. I didn't want to be the party pooper or have to start explaining that I didn't drink.The bar was already loud enough to make conversation difficult. Music thumped through the floor, colored lights swept over the crowd, and our table had somehow become the center of attention.Neal leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself."What do you think? Having fun?" Neal asked.“So this is what you call celebrating?” I scoffed, swirling the drink in my glass.“Wait until round three,” Sammy piped up.“I’m not making it to round three.” I told him.“Coward.”“I

Travis Hunter was seated on the long couch, legs spread out before him like an emperor on his throne. His eyes slid over to me as soon as I stepped into the room, and instead of asking me what the fuck I was doing there or tossing me out, his mouth curved into a half smile. I finally glanced over at the woman between us. There was a pole in the center of the room and she was curled around it, rolling her hips in a seductive motion. Soft music sounded from speakers mounted somewhere in the room, and the dim lights created a lulling atmosphere. The stripper paused as soon as I walked in, then glanced over her shoulder at me, a question in her eyes. I made my way over to the bed at the corner and dropped down onto the edge of it."Ignore him." Hunter's mocking voice cut through the sudden quiet. "Big bro's just trying to watch out for me." My jaw ground together, but I knew he was just trying to rile me up. It was strange to realize how much I could now read him. But not half as st