All Chapters of PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The coffee shop was warm and bustling, the smell of fresh pastries and espresso cutting through the morning chill. Liam pulled the chair out for Emma with a smooth smile, the kind that had worked on plenty of girls before. She gave him an appreciative look as she sat, her summer dress riding up her glowing legs."Oooh! A gentleman." She cooed appreciatively. “Ladies first. Can’t have you thinking hockey players have no manners.”Emma laughed, twirling her hair in her finger. “Smooth, Lannister. I like it.”Marcus grinned across the table. “Told you he cleans up nice.”The waitress came by quickly. They ordered — lattes, cappuccinos, croissants, avocado toast, and a couple of breakfast sandwiches. While they waited, Liam leaned back in his chair, arm draped casually along the back of Emma’s seat.“So, Emma,” he said, voice low and charming, “Marcus tells me you’re into sports. You play anything, or are you just here to watch us look good on the ice?”Emma’s eyes sparkled. “I played so

Steam filled the shower stall like thick fog, hot and heavy, clinging to Liam’s skin. The sound of water hitting the tiles echoed around him, rhythmic and relentless. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but his feet moved anyway, carrying him deeper into the mist.Raphael stood under the main spray, completely naked, facing away from him. Water cascaded down the back of his neck, tracing the powerful lines of his shoulders and the deep groove of his spine before sliding shamelessly over the firm, sculpted curve of his ass. The muscles there flexed subtly as Raphael shifted his weight, rinsing shampoo from his dark hair.Liam couldn’t look away.His mouth went dry. Shame burned hot in his chest, but his eyes stayed glued to the water droplets racing down Raphael’s body. The way they followed the dip of his lower back, the way they clung to the perfect roundness of his ass before dripping lower. Raphael’s thighs were thick with muscle, his calves defined from years on the ice. Everything abou

The ice was crisp and bright under the arena lights, the sound of skates carving sharp lines filling the air. Morning practice was in full swing, and for the first time in days, Liam Lannister felt like he could breathe properly on the ice.“Again!” he called out, voice carrying across the rink. “Top line, let’s run that breakout one more time.”Raphael scooped up the puck on the backhand and sent a crisp, tape-to-tape pass across the blue line. Liam caught it cleanly, accelerated, and fired it back with a quick one-timer setup that Raphael buried in the net.“Nice pass!” Liam shouted, skating past him with a sharp nod.Raphael grinned, breathing hard but looking pleased. “Your vision on that breakout was clean, Captain. Keep feeding me like that and we’ll be unstoppable.”They ran the drill three more times, each repetition smoother than the last. Their chemistry was undeniable, instinctive reads, quick transitions, and a shared understanding that made the rest of the team take notic

The arena was eerily quiet at 4 AM, the lights just beginning to flicker on overhead as Liam and Raphael stepped onto the fresh sheet of ice. Their skates carved the only sound in the vast, empty space. Coach had given them permission for this early private session to prepare specifically for the charity showcase against the Shadow Reapers. Just the two of them. No one else.Liam adjusted his gloves, trying to ignore the way his pulse felt too loud in the silence. “Alright,” Liam said, voice echoing slightly. “Show me how they would attack. I want to see their style up close. Don’t hold back.”Raphael skated a slow circle around him, stick loose in his hands, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You sure? You really seem to like your personal space, Captain.”Liam’s jaw tightened. “They won’t care about my personal space on game day. So show me. Let’s go.”Raphael’s smirk deepened, but there was focus in his eyes. “As you wish.”He started immediately.Raphael came in fast, bumping sh

The apartment was a battlefield of open duffel bags, scattered gear, and half-folded clothes when Liam stood in the middle of his room, staring at his bag like it was an opponent he couldn’t quite figure out how to beat.The charity showcase game against the Shadow Reapers was only two days away. The team bus was scheduled to leave in less than an hour, and Liam felt like his nerves were stretched too tight. He kept folding the same pair of compression shorts over and over, mind drifting back to the rooftop conversation, the medical room moment, the dream that still haunted him every time he closed his eyes.A soft knock on his open door pulled him out of it.Raphael leaned against the frame, already dressed in a simple black hoodie and joggers, his own bag slung over one shoulder. “You almost ready? The bus will be here soon.”Liam nodded stiffly, not looking at him. “Yeah. Just finishing up.”Raphael stepped inside anyway, eyes scanning the room before pulling out a plushie from his