All Chapters of Craving My Pucking Rival : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TRISTAN: I ignored him. Maybe if I pretended he wasn’t there, he’d finally crawl back into whatever rich-kid shithole he’d escaped from. No such luck. “Seriously, let’s up the stakes.” he persisted I stared straight ahead at my guys playing the second line, cringing at how badly they fucked a pass. The red light soon went off, signaling a goal for the Lice Reapers. 3:0. Fuck. “Oooh, that’s not looking good for you, Reeves.” He mocked. And then added. “Are you seriously not gonna hear me out?” Finally, I looked at him. The arena lights reflected off his visor, obscuring his face, but I could hear the grin in his voice anyway. Fuck. Okay, I’ll bite. If it meant getting rid of this asshole. “What the fuck do you want, Beaumont?” I snarled. “Let’s make a bet.” I gritted my teeth so hard they fucking chattered from their roots. “No.” “Aww, are you scared y’all are gonna lose? Again.” That was a cheap shot and the asshole knew it. Backed into this wal

Hunter When you get caught with your dick out minutes to one of the biggest games of the season, you have just two options. Shamefulness or Shamelessness Well, I chose the latter. Did things get a little out of hand? Well, yes. Do I regret it one bit? Fuck, no. Seeing the captain of the Winter Wolves lose his shit was the highlight of my day and it doesn’t happen often enough. The guy was a fucking brick wall. On a good day, you’d probably get two words out of him at most. But today I’d hit the right nerve and suddenly, Captain Stone wasn’t as cool and collected. A grin stretched across my face as I pushed through the doors leading into the visitor’s locker room. The feeling in there was electric as my teammates buzzed with the adrenaline of being the victor. "As always boys, we reaped the fucking ice!" I yelled, pounding my fists against the locker to get their attention. At my entrance, their excited chatter turned into loud chants of our team slogan. Sti

HUNTER Tristan Reeves looked like he just saw a ghost that shit itself. That look on his face would have been funny as hell if the joke wasn’t on me. I, Hunter Beaumont, am a new student at Raven Hill High School. Since he wasn't taking the hand I offered him, too busy gaping at me, I dropped it to my side. I couldn't even blame him. Three weeks ago, I wouldn’t have believed I’d be standing here either. Then again, three weeks ago, I still had my fucking life. The IRS hadn’t locked my father up for some unbelievable financial crime, and my mother’s worries only included what color Prada shoes went with her Louboutins or whatever. Now? Those bastards had taken everything they could get their hands on. The cars, my father’s properties. Accounts. Anything they could connect to the investigation. Even the expensive diamonds and designer shit Mom had managed to squirrel away before everything went to hell had somehow ended up being dragged into the legal mess. To make matters w

Hunter “There you go,” Nurse Jade said as she cleaned the last bruise on my arm with a rubbing alcohol-soaked cotton pad.The sting made me suck in a breath through my teeth. “Fuck.”“Language,” she reprimanded without even looking up.I gave her an incredulous look, which she didn’t notice as she remained focused on the gauze she was now wrapping around my middle.After poking and prodding me for what felt like an eternity, she’d finally determined that nothing was broken and my wounds were mostly surface level.No fractured ribs or stitches that required a trip to the hospital.The only thing was my left eye. It was still swollen despite the ice pack she’d made me hold against it for the past hour, and the headache pounding behind my forehead was brutal.But considering fifteen guys had just taken turns using me as a punching bag, I supposed I was doing pretty fucking well.“Thank you,” I said, sliding off the exam bed.I’d barely taken a couple of steps toward the door when she st

TristanI still couldn’t get the look in Hunter Beaumont’s eyes out of my head.It had been at least five minutes since he’d left us in the parking lot and disappeared into the school building, but that glimpse of him staring at me and my father was still sitting at the front of my mind, irritating the shit out of me.What had he seen?The way his eyes had widened when Dad pulled me into that hug made it pretty obvious he’d noticed something.I fucking hated it.I hated the idea of Beaumont seeing me like that, even for a second.Releasing the tension from my jaw, I relaxed my features and pulled back on that blank mask before returning my attention to my father. He usually hated it, my poker face as he called it.“What?” I chewed out, trying and failing to keep the bite out of my voice.But for the first time, Lucian Reeves didn’t take offence. He looked almost amused, grey eyes filled with a dangerous mirth.Finally, he reached into his pockets and pulled out a set of keys.On a clo