All Chapters of The Ice King And His Hockey Boy Toy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CALIX'S POV Seven p.m. sharp. I stood in front of my dorm building, with an old duffel bag slung over my shoulder holding everything I owned, two pairs of jeans, some faded hoodies, and my skates. Right then, a black SUV pulled up to the curb with tinted windows so dark that I couldn't see who was inside. The back door opened, and a hand gestured for me to get in. When I got into the car, Noah was sitting there, his long legs crossed, and his eyes fixed on me. “Nice bag, Sinclair, I think my cleaner has the same one.” I didn't say anything. Minutes later, the car finally stopped in front of Kensington Estate… which was literally a freaking fortress with all white walls and glass, glowing under the floodlights like a giant diamond dropped in the middle of a forest. I felt like an alien in a strange new world as I followed Noah through the front doors. “Noah.” A man called, standing at the top of the staircase, George Kensington, Noah's father. I had seen his face on

NOAH'S POV He smelled like warm milk. Having him tucked against my chest, feeling the fast skip of his heart against my arm, was the first time in years that I felt like I could actually breathe. I wasn't a straight guy having a moment of weakness... I was a man who had finally caught what I had been hunting for two years. I remembered the first time I saw him, it was Freshman year. Northcott was a joke of a team, but Calix Sinclair played like he was fighting for his soul. He was lean, but fast, and had eyes that burned with a fire I had never felt. I had walked off the ice that day realizing that I wanted to keep him to myself by all means possible. I pulled his back closer to my chest, ignoring his struggle. Every time he fought me, it just made me want to hold on tighter. I thought about the hidden folder on my phone. Hundreds of photos… of Calix laughing with Miller by a food truck. Calix walking to class with his gear bag slung over his shoulder. Calix looking tir

CALIX'S POV The locker room door creaked as I pulled it open. I didn’t even get a chance to breathe before Noah shoved past me and slammed it shut himself. He was still in that expensive engagement suit, but just like in the news photos, the jacket was unbuttoned, the tie loosened, and his usually perfect blond hair was a mess like he had dragged his hands through it a thousand times. God, he still looked like the hot, gorgeous monster who'd had me so fucking horny that night in his house… right before he threw me out like trash. I shoved my hands into my pockets and lifted my chin. “What the hell are you doing here, Kensington? Shouldn’t you be popping champagne with your new fiancée or something?” Noah didn’t answer. He took a step closer, those blue eyes darker and stormier than I had ever seen them. “Don’t come near me,” I snapped. He took another step. I shoved him hard in the chest with both hands. I expected him to fight back, to grab my wrists and kiss me f

CALIX'S POV The clock on my chipped nightstand read 3:45 AM, and I was still staring blankly at the ceiling. My whole body was on on fire. Down between my thighs, my cock was rock-hard and throbbing, aching so heavily it felt like a punishment. No matter how many times I rolled over or shoved my face into my pillow, I couldn't escape the memory and feeling of Noah’s hands gripping my ass, and I could still taste the salt of his tears and the heat of his mouth devouring mine against the lockers. I hated him. I hated him with every fucking cell in my body. He had used me again, and then kissed his rich fiancée right in front of my face to cover his own ass... AGAIN! But my body didn’t give a shit about betrayal. My body was a freaking traitor! I wanted him back, I wanted him to slam me against the wall again, wrap those arms around my waist, and claim me so hard I couldn’t think straight. Shaking with frustration, I slid my hand down into my boxers. I gripped my ac

CALIX'S POV I dashed into my dorm room and flung the door shut behind me. My chest was heaving so hard it hurt, my throat burning as I tried to catch my breath. “Whoa, look who finally decided to show up!” Miller yelled over the sound of explosions coming from his computer screen. He was sitting in his gaming chair, locked into a first-person shooter game, furiously tapping his keyboard. He didn't even look back at me. “The big hockey captain is finally back from his first date with the campus queen. How was it, Cap? Did you guys hold hands?” I couldn't speak, I just stood there against the door, my hands shoved deep into my hoodie pockets so he wouldn't see the insane shaking. My mind was replaying the feeling of Noah’s mouth on me, the way I had tangled my fingers in his blonde hair, and the way I had shamelessly moaned like a slut. I felt dirty, terrified, and somehow still horn— “Hey, I'm talking to you,” Miller finally paused his game, pinning his chair around with