All Chapters of MOANING FOR MY HOCKEY RIVAL: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JULIANThe cold water was blasting down my back, but my dick was throbbing so hard it hurt, the head swollen and purple, leaking precum into the drain. My whole body was on fire, the need to destroy and claim warring inside my chest."Rowan?" Theo's feet slammed against the wet concrete right outside the stall door. "What the fuck is taking you so long in there?" my brother roared.I knew I was being a petty, twisted bastard. I was supposed to hate Rowan for playing both of us, but seeing him trapped against the wet tile, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with fear and something darker, made my head go completely wild. His cock was already half-hard, twitching against his thigh, and the look in his eyes fear mixed with desperate hunger drove me insane.I grabbed the base of his rock-hard dick, my fingers barely able to close around his thick girth. His shaft was hot and heavy in my palm, the skin stretched tight over the thick veins pulsing beneath, the head already slick with precum

ROWANMy head was pounding like a fucking sledgehammer hitting concrete... The cheap beer and the suffocating memory of Theo’s hand crushing my dick under that sticky table last night made my stomach roll with pure sickness... I stood by my locker early the next morning, pulling my gear out of the dark metal frame with shaking hands... Every muscle in my body ached, but the mental spiral was a hundred times worse...Julian hadn't looked at me once... Not during our shared morning class, not in the hallway, and not when we walked through the double doors of the arena... He completely ignored my existence, acting like I was a fucking ghost...When Coach blew the whistle for our one-on-one drills, Julian didn't even attempt to line up across from me... After that explosive, filthy moment in the locker room shower, I genuinely thought Julian finally gave a shit about me... I thought he wanted me... I knew it was fucking insane to want both brothers—to be torn between two psychotic bastard

JULIANI hit the street outside the hotel complex like a fucking bat out of hell, my chest burning so goddamn hard I could barely pull a single clean breath of cold air into my lungs... My fucking fingers were trembling so violently I missed the keyhole twice before jamming the fob into the ignition of my truck... I slammed the cab door shut, locking myself into the dark leather interior, but the suffocating silence inside only made the image in my head roar ten times louder...Rowan on his fucking knees...Rowan taking every single, greasy inch of Theo’s dick down his throat, choking like a pathetic pet, spit dripping down his chin while his eyes watered...“Fuck!” I screamed, throwing my weight forward and slamming my bare fists straight into the leather steering wheel until my knuckles cracked and ached...“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I barked, my head falling back against the headrest, my chest heaving, my skin boiling hot under my clothes...It made me fucking sick... It made my stomach t

JULIAN.I kept my hand moving inside Maya’s underwear for three more agonizing seconds, stroking her wet clit until her body gave one last pathetic shudder against my collarbone. Then I yanked my hand out, wiping my slick, coated fingers straight onto the leather bench seat without taking my eyes off the shadow standing in the fog lights.Rowan didn't move a single inch. His face was ghostly pale in the yellow glow, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged heaves under his dark hoodie.“Julian...” Maya breathed, her voice heavy and completely unfocused as she reached out to pull my face back to hers.“Get out,” I said, my voice flat, cold, and dead.Maya blinked, the heat clearing out of her eyes fast as her whole body went stiff against me.“What did you just say?” she asked, her voice cracking.“I said get the fuck out of the truck, Maya,” I stated, unceremoniously shoving her off my lap so hard her shoulder hit the passenger door.“Are you fucking serious right now?” she spat,

JULIAN.The fucking sunrise over the arena parking lot felt like a slap across the face... cutting right through the cold glass of the truck cab.By the time the team bus rolled out for the four-hour drive to Western State, my throat was raw as shit. My ribs were purple where Rowan’s knees had dug into my chest during the struggle... and my brain was completely fried.Rowan sat three rows ahead of me on the bus. He had his noise-canceling headphones clamped over his ears, staring out the window like the dirt lot... the lighter... the chokehold... had never fucking happened.I sat in the back, staring at the back of his thick, stupid neck. My stomach twisted into a knot of pure, acid poison every time he shifted in his seat. I wanted to tear his fucking headphones off... I wanted to scream into his face until he stopped acting like I was invisible.Three hours later, under the blinding lights of the Western State Ice Center, none of that shit mattered.The arena was loud as fuck... fou