Playboy LGBTQ+ 網路小說與 Sports 故事

Here come the final book in the tales of a gay man series as in the last 2 books some of these are true and some are fantasy

“The first rule of the game? Don’t fall for the boss.” Atlan Wolfe was supposed to be making a comeback. After his career with the Flyers went up in flames, joining the Chicago Blackhawks was his last shot at redemption. All he needed to do was stay focused, stay clean, and stay out of trouble. Then James Carter walked in, the billionaire heir pulling the team’s strings from behind the scenes. Young, powerful, and dangerously charming, James is everything Atlan swore to avoid. But one reckless spark turns into a fire neither of them can control. The world isn’t ready for a scandal like this. Hockey fans worship Atlan as a hero. Shareholders expect James to be untouchable. Their desire could cost Atlan his career and James his empire. In the end, Atlan must choose, his glory on the ice… or the forbidden man who makes him feel alive.

Zaire Gibson spent years hating Sebastian Burkhart - the arrogant, charming captain of Milton Academy's football team. Their rivalry has always been explosive, from locker-room brawls to public fights that nearly got them suspended. But beneath Zaire's fury lies something he refuses to name... something that scares him more than losing a game. Sebastian, on the other hand, knows exactly what he feels, and it's killing him. He's been in love with Zaire for years, forced to hide it behind smirks, taunts, and bruised knuckles. Every fight, every insult, every stolen glance only pulls him deeper into the boy who will never love him back. But when one charged night tears the line between enemies and something else entirely, both boys are forced to face the truth: maybe what's between them was never hate at all.

Adrian Vale kissed him like he was trying to ruin him; and it worked. He was the famous car race star, the golden playboy heir who’d never wanted the same person twice. Elias was his greatest rival on the track, and had always sworn he was straight. That night changed both facts at once. One hard, filthy kiss and Elias was hard against him, shaking, already open-mouthed and aching for more. Elias hated him for it. Hated that his body didn’t hate it. He told himself it was the drug talking, a one-time mistake he’d bury and never mention again , except Adrian didn’t do one-time, not with him. What started as rage became a habit neither of them could quit: cold words by day, deep thrusts and moans by night, hunger dressed up as hate. Some rivalries end at the finish line. Theirs was just getting started.