Todos los capítulos de Shared by the Three Captains: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

CassyI kept walking. My legs felt heavy, like the concrete under my sneakers was trying to pull me down, but I forced them to keep moving. The chaotic noise behind me—shouting, phones recording, people whispering my name like it was dirty—faded a little with every step. I just needed to get to the central campus quad. Somewhere open. Somewhere I could breathe without feeling like the whole world was closing in.The air was cool against my face. My oversized sweater still smelled faintly of rain from earlier, the sleeves too long, the fabric soft but not soft enough to stop the tightness in my chest. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and kept my eyes forward. Don’t look back. Don’t give them the satisfaction.Footsteps pounded behind me. Fast. Angry.“Cassy!”Hendrix’s voice cracked across the path like a whip. I didn’t stop. I sped up, heart slamming against my ribs. The fountain in the middle of the quad came into view—big stone thing with water spilling over the edges,

CassyI sat on the edge of the huge couch in the penthouse living room, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it had answers. The day had been a mess. Practice footage still played on the tablet in front of me, but I wasn’t really watching. My brain kept looping the same worries—Portia’s latest schemes, the pressure of the upcoming games, the way the guys looked at me like I was something precious and breakable at the same time.Mrs. Mori had left dinner in the warmer hours ago. I hadn’t touched it. My stomach felt tight. I pushed my glasses up my nose and rubbed my temples. The oversized hoodie I still wore sometimes when I needed to feel small swallowed my hands. I missed the quiet nights before everything got so loud. Before three captains decided I belonged to them. Before my ex and his new girlfriend decided I needed to be destroyed.My phone buzzed with another group text from the team chat. I ignored it. I just needed five minutes where nobody needed me to be brilliant

The VIP lounge on the upper level of the arena glowed with soft gold light and the low murmur of alumni voices. Floor-to-ceiling glass stretched along one entire wall, showing the empty ice below like a dark mirror. Servers in black moved between clusters of men in suits and women in sharp dresses, offering trays of champagne and scotch. The air smelled like expensive cologne and polished wood.Elijah Castanier stood alone near the glass, one hand in the pocket of his dark suit pants, the other holding a heavy crystal glass of scotch. He had not touched the drink yet. He just swirled it slowly, watching the amber liquid catch the light. His ice-blue eyes stayed fixed on the empty rink below. His jet-black hair was perfect. His shoulders looked carved under the black suit jacket. He did not smile. He did not look at anyone.Portia Felize Mineses spotted him the second she stepped through the double doors. Her platinum blonde hair was perfect, silk-straight and shining. Her cold blue ey

CassyI shouldn’t have been there.The private athletic training gym was supposed to be locked after hours. Coach Jimenez had made that clear more than once. But the door had been left cracked open, just enough for the soft glow of the overhead lights to spill into the hallway. I had only come looking for the binder of game film I’d left earlier. Instead I froze in the doorway, half-hidden by the heavy equipment rack, and watched everything unfold.Karius was on the bench press.His massive body stretched out on the padded bench, thick arms locked under a loaded barbell that looked like it could crush a normal man. Sweat darkened the front of his gray henley, the fabric clinging to the heavy slabs of muscle across his chest and shoulders. Every time he lowered the bar to his chest and drove it back up, the veins in his forearms stood out like ropes. His dark ash-brown hair was damp at the temples. Those deep forest-green eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, focused, cold, completely lock

CassyI lay tangled in the sheets with Karius’s massive body wrapped around me like he was never going to let go. His chest pressed against my back, solid and warm, every thick muscle still damp from what we had just done. His arm locked around my waist, heavy and possessive, fingers splayed over my stomach like he needed the constant reminder that I was right here. His breath fanned across the back of my neck, slow and deep, and every now and then his lips brushed the curve of my shoulder in a lazy, claiming kiss.My body still felt soft and open. My thighs were sticky, my skin flushed, and every small shift made me feel the residual ache between my legs. Karius’s cock rested against the curve of my ass, half-hard even after everything, like it hadn’t gotten the message that we were supposed to be done. I could feel the heat of him, the weight of him, and it made something in my chest go tight and sweet at the same time.“You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice low and rough against my ear