Todos los capítulos de Ice Deal: Faking it with my best friend's twin brother : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

~Hayden’s POV~Dad fixes his impassive eyes on me, listening half-heartedly as I try to apologize. Half of the words coming out of my mouth don’t even sound convincing, but I just want to keep my word to Dakota and the team. Right now, they are supposed to be out on doing shooting drills since we’d be out on the road for our weekend games in two days, but they’ve abandoned practice to watch us. Dad notices and throws them a disapproving look, clapping his hands together to summon their attention. “Guys, what are you doing? Back to your drills!” Dad screams at them. The team scampers, back on ice. Dad returns his attention to me. “Hayden, I didn’t bench you to punish the team or just did it for fun cause I like to lose. I know we don’t stand a strong chance without you. I know this team is likely to lose our game without you, but I need you to understand and learn discipline.” I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. “I am disciplined.” “No, you are not. Not when the police sh

~Hayden's POV~I groan at the sound of the final buzzer while St. Luke fans light up on celebrations. I throw a quick look at the final score. 3-2. To no one's surprise, we lost our second game with St. Luke. I pay the team on the backs as they skate off the rink. Curtis skates through. “Have fun on the bench, Thornhill?” I eye him bitterly. Seeing the bitterness on my face, he bursts into a wild, mocking laughter while skating off. “I fucking hate that guy!” My best friend, Alex, says as we head towards the locker rooms. “Chin up, guys, we'll get them next time!” Alex pulls off his helmet. “We really needed you out there. No offense to Ernest but no one understands Curtis's game better than you do. So please, Hayden, don't ever get yourself benched again!” I do a scout’s honor move, throwing my hand on my chest. “I promise I'll try to keep a straight head and never get benched again!” “Guys, we are in St. Luke, I know we hate coming here for the games but you can't deny th

~Hayden's POV~ I pull off her clothes, hungry for a feel of her nakedness. Even in the dark, I can see her mischievous eyes full of need andust searing into mine. She writhes under me on the couch, peeling off my clothes and palming my hardening cock. She moans as she touches my dick. “I need you in my mouth. I've missed you so fucking much, please fuck my mouth please please!” she begs, moistening her lips with her tongue. Christ! My body jerks at that sound of that, shuddering wildly. It's like she was created to push all the right buttons inside me. She knows exactly how to make me lose it. She knows the right things to say, the way to touch me, the way to look at me. That fucking mouth of hers is gonna get me in trouble. I kick off the rest of my pants and boxers, positioning myself properly over her face. Slowly, I feed her my cock. I groan as my dick slips into her wet heat. She whimpers, taking me as far into her throat as she could. I adjust her head,

~Dakota’s POV~ Hayden clenches his jaws as my tight walls envelop around his cock hard. The knocks are coming fast on the door outside. “Hey, open the door!” someone’s screaming. My attention remains on Hayden. On his darkening gray eyes, his tightening lips, his desirous expression. He holds my leg firmly, thrusting into me. Each thrust shoves me harder against the door. The people outside groan. “Urgh, are you guys having sex in there? I need to take a pee. Come on, open the door!” a girl’s angry voice erupts. Hayden’s expression hardens some more. He pushes into me faster, harder, his cock shooting in and out of me in a hard rhythm. He’s slipping into his animalistic pace. My fingers dig into his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. I can’t control myself. I need more. I always need more. I writhe against the door, moving my hips to meet him half-way. My breathless moans can’t stop coming out. “Fuck, ah, oh, please, that feels so fucking good.” When the knock

~Dakota’s POV~I lie in bed, exhausted, when Heather knocks on the door gently. She pops her head in. “Hey, you,” she whispers. I turn in bed, ignoring her. My head is swirling with all sorts of emotions: anger, humiliation, fear. I'm pissed at myself for trusting Hayden. I'm mad at him for humiliating me. I'm mad at myself for believing he wouldn't. I'm mad at myself for making that ridiculous bet. Of course, he wouldn't stick to his own word. I didn't force him to make all those promises to me. He did. He promised me this wouldn't happen. Not only did it happen, but it happened in the most humiliating way possible. Kissing a puck bunny? Really? How cliche!Oh, why the fuck am I even upset? Our relationship isn't real. None of it was real. I guess, in a way, he'd always been free to do whatever he wants. Right now, I just need to make the best decision for myself. Just like we agreed, I need to cut ties with him. Fake or real, our relationship is over. I can't be around him a