All Chapters of PUCK ME ON ICE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tessy’s POVI shouldn’t feel this nervous... right?I had thought about this a hundred times in my head, and I knew I was making the right decision. At least, I truly hoped I was.I stood outside Ryder’s bedroom door, taking a slow, deep breath to steady my racing heart. I pushed the door open, my gaze instantly colliding with Ryder’s dark, waiting eyes. Panic flared in my chest, and I nervously snapped my gaze down to the floor.I walked into his room and set my bag down on the chair. God, this feels so awkward. Was I completely out of my mind asking him for an orgasm yesterday? I must have actually lost my sanity.“Are you okay?” Ryder asked gently, stepping closer.I looked up slightly, swallowing hard. “Yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”“You seem really nervous, Tessy,” he murmured, watching me carefully. “Don’t tell me you’re about to change your mind.”I could already picture the smug, teasing smirk forming on his handsome face, so I forced myself to look him dead in the e

Tessy’s POVSophie kept her sharp gaze locked on me. I immediately looked away, pretending to be intensely fascinated by the decor across the room while letting out a low, nonchalant hum. When I finally dared to glance back, she was still staring at me, unblinking.“Are you really going to do this right now?” Sophie asked, annoyance lacing her voice.“Do what?” I asked, playing dumb.“Aren’t you going to tell me how it went with Ryder? Was the sex good? Did he actually give you an orgasm?” she pressed desperately, leaning across the table.“Sophie! You know you’re not supposed to pry into other people’s sex lives like that,” I replied.“Oh, please! I tell you literally everything about whoever I hook up with!” she huffed, rolling her eyes.“You do that because you want to,” I pointed out gently. “I never actually ask you to spill the details.”“Wow. Is this how it’s going to be?” Sophie gasped dramatically. “Fine! Don’t tell me, I don’t even care anymore. I need to get new friends—som

Tessy’s pov“Isn’t there an extra room or something I can sleep in?” I asked, nervously pinching my jeans as I stood awkwardly in the middle of his bedroom.“We don’t have a guest room,” Ryder said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just Tristan’s, and he hates when anyone invades his space.” He tilted his head, watching me closely. “Why are you so tense, Tess? It’s just sleep. Nothing is going to happen between us.”I crossed my arms, scoffing. “Who said anything was going to happen?” My cheeks burned as I added, “I just can’t sleep in these clothes.”“I’ve got you covered.” He tossed a heavy cotton shirt toward me. “Take a shower and throw this on.”I caught it and ducked straight into his bathroom. The sharp scent of cedar and expensive cologne hit me immediately. Scanning the counter for soap, I found a staggering array of women's skincare products and shampoos. Of course. A player like Ryder King was bound to have an endless stream of girls over. I squeezed my eye

Tessy’s pov“I don’t think we should,” I blurted.Before he could squeeze out a single word, I bolted toward the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and threw the lock.“Come on, Tess,” his voice drifted through the thick wood, wrapped in a lazy, teasing smirk.My heart hammered against my ribs. What is wrong with me? We’d done it again. Cold panic twisted in my stomach, but I cranked the shower handle all the way, letting scalding water drench my hair and steam fill the room. I lathered soap over my skin, scrubbing harder than necessary, trying to wash away every trace of his touch. It doesn't change anything. You're just spiraling. Sophie’s voice echoed in my mind: It’s just sex, Tessy. Don’t overthink it.I shut off the tap. Water dripped from my hair into the heavy silence. That’s when the chill hit, along with a sharp realization—I hadn't brought a towel.“Shoot,” I muttered.I cracked the door an inch, keeping myself hidden behind the frame. Hanging on the outer knob was a plush, d

Tessy’s POVOkay Tessy, there he is. Just tell him how you feel. Stop being nervous. What’s the worst he can do? Probably say no. At least I tried.I take a deep, steadying breath. I walk forward, then pause. He’s surrounded by girls. Doesn't matter. I can make up an excuse—anything to talk to him privately. I push my legs forward again.“Tessy.” He calls my name as his eyes catch mine, and a hesitant, nervous smile tugs at my lips.“Tristan, can I talk to you privately? There’s something I need to let you know,” I say, my throat tight.“Can’t you see we’re busy?” one of the girls snaps, rolling her eyes with a sharp scowl. “If you have anything to say, just say it here.”“It’s okay.” Tristan turns to me, his shoulders relaxing. “Sure, Tessy. What’s up?”The second he steps toward me, a firm hand grips my wrist.“Babe, I missed you,” Ryder says, pulling me in and pressing his lips to mine right in front of everyone. My mind goes blank, heat rushing to my face as my chest tightens. Wha