Todos os capítulos de PUCK ME ON ICE: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Ryder’s POV I stare down at my phone, waiting for a message from Tessy. Even just a single dot would do. I fucking hate the way my chest aches right now—it sucks. “Ryder! Are you even listening to me?” My dad’s voice cuts through my thoughts like a blade, snapping me back to the table. I had completely forgotten I was sitting at a business lunch with him. “Yeah. I was.” “Really? What was the last thing I said?” he asks, leaning back in his chair with a raised brow. I keep my mouth shut, giving him nothing. “Come on, Ryder. We need to make this work. The magazine choosing another player won't look good for you. You need to keep a clean slate for the NHL draft.” A heavy sigh slips past my lips. “What’s been going on with you lately? Your coach called me—says you’ve been skipping practice. Tell me what the problem is.” “It’s nothing, Dad,” I say, my jaw clenching tight. “If it were nothing, you wouldn’t be glued to your phone like a teenager,” he says, a dry, playful scoff

Tessy’s POV"Ryder," I slur his name as I break from the kiss, my forehead coming to rest against his.He leans back just enough to look at me before capturing my lips again, deeper and heavier. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me effortlessly and sets me down on the mattress. I watch through heavy eyelids as he strips off his clothes, his hands immediately finding mine again as I part my legs to give him full access."Ryder, we should stop," I murmur, though my body arching toward him betrays every word."You really want me to stop?" he slurs against my skin, his tongue trailing over my earlobe. Every fiber in my body ignites. "I can't stop," he whispers, pressing his lips hard against the junction of my neck and shoulder, marking me."Ryder..." I breathe, clutching his shoulders tight.He takes my mouth again, more desperate and needy than I've ever felt him before."Tessy," he says, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against mine as his breath hitch

Ryder’s POV What is Tessy doing over here? Her gaze locked onto mine for a fraction of a second before she jerked her eyes away, looking anywhere else in the room. “Are you okay? Who are you staring at?” Tracy asked. I was about to push past her and march straight over to Tessy, but I froze in my tracks as Tristan walked back to the table and took a seat across from her. Oh. She’s on a date with him. “Ryder?” Tracy called out. “Hmm?” “Are you okay?” she asked again, her brow furrowing. “Yeah, I’m fine. We should go take our seats,” I said, forcing the words past my throat. A small, pleased smile touched her lips as I led us over to our table. “You know, I was really excited when my dad told me about tonight,” Tracy said, leaning across the table the moment we sat down. “Our parents seem to love the idea of us together.” She reached out, sliding her hand over mine, but I pulled my arm back immediately. “Anyway, now that you’re single... I know it’s fresh, but I really

Tessy’s POV“Are you sure you want to sleep out here tonight?” Tristan asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern.“Yeah, of course. I mean, the couch actually seems pretty comfortable,” I said, forcing a small smile onto my face.“Tessy, you can take my bedroom. I really don’t mind sleeping out here,” he insisted softly.“You’re an athlete, Tristan—you need your rest,” I said gently.He let out a quiet sigh. “Tell me the truth, Tessy... are you uncomfortable about the kiss tonight?”“No. As a matter of fact, I really liked it,” I admitted, my lips curving into a genuine smile as I watched relief light up his handsome face. “But seriously, I want to sleep right here.”“Alright. Is this blanket warm enough, or should I get you another one?”“This is perfect,” I said, taking the blanket from his hands. “Goodnight, Tristan.”“Goodnight.” He leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss against my forehead, sending a soft flutter through my chest.I settled back onto the cushions, staring up

Tessy’s POVThe kiss grew deeper. He tasted alcohol.“Ryder, stop.” I pulled back, but the words came out thinner than I meant them to.He just stared at me. Those eyes—open, vulnerable, almost pleading—hit me straight in the chest. My heart kicked hard against my ribs, too loud, too fast.“Please, Tessy,” he said, voice low and coarse, rough with something that sounded like need. “Let me kiss you.”Something inside me cracked. I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned in. The kiss deepened, hungry and messy, and I kissed him back like I’d been starving for it.He lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist before I could think. He carried me to the wall and pressed me against it, mouth dragging down my neck. A small moan slipped out, traitorous. I bit my lip hard, trying to swallow the next sound.“Fuck.”His mouth claimed mine again. He moved us from the wall straight to the bed. Clothes came off in a rush.I shouldn’t let this happen. He’s drunk.“Ryder, you’re drunk.” My voice shook.“Yes.