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Not when I’d already fucked this up. The puck dropped again, and within seconds Marie Hill were passing between themselves. Before I could take it from them, it was too late. Baker fired another shot, It tore past our goalie and slammed the net again. By the time the horn sounded, the scoreboard glared at me: Kingston 1 — Marie Hill 5. The noise in the arena fractured into half cheers and half stunned groans. Marie Hill players high-fived each other, skating smugly toward their bench.

But the light was too dim now. “Maybe it’s just a reflection,” I whispered. “Or I’m just tired.” I decided not to think too much of it. Locked the studio and went to catch up with Lina. *** The hockey arena was packed. Cheers from the crowd, the sound of bells, spinning lights—everything made the atmosphere electric. Lina and I sat in the front row, the perfect spot to watch the match. And honestly... it was my first time watching a national hockey game live. “This is insane,” I murmured. “I’ve never been this close to the rink before.”

PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Hockey Romance) BOOK 6 Intro; People think being obsessed with a hockey player means posters, jerseys, and screaming in packed arenas. But For Kieran Vey, obsession looks different. It looks like memorizing the rhythm of his skates against ice, learning the exact second his jaw tightens before a fight breaks out on the rink, watching interviews frame by frame just to catch the rare moments when NHL golden boy Bryan Calloway looks genuinely angry instead of media-trained perfection.

Lost in pleasure, I instinctively dug my fingers into his scalp and started pumping it through his lips. He couldn't take it all, and the last few inches had nowhere to go, but eventually let him set the pace. After a good bout of attending to my needs, he pulled off and directed his eyes my way, "Fuck yeah! This's what I love about hockey...right there!" Again, I watched him go at it, working his lips up and down the shaft. I grinned, "That right there's what I love about hockey...suck that dick...suck it...get it all rock hard for your ass!"

"Play Hockey with us." The unknown girl with curly hair and prominent freckles stared at us for a few seconds. Abigail clicked her tongue in impatience. "Come here or else." That seemed to do the trick. The bagel girl stood and silently walked to where Bee and I were standing. "Meet your dream team!" Kate chuckled as she gestured to the three of us. Bee adjusted her glasses nervously and stammered. "Uh, hey, Avery. I don't know how to play Hockey."

“Walk in late, act like you own the place, then disappear when real responsibility is mentioned.” I glanced at him. “I didn’t disappear,” I told him calmly. “I left to pursue my dream.” “That’s the same thing!” Adrian shot back. Our mother raised her hand slightly. “Please—can we not start like this?” But no one listened. My father began. “You think hockey is a career worth building an empire on?” My jaw tightened. “It already is.” A cold laugh from Adrian. “Sports?” he said. “You’re betting your entire life on sports?”

“Let’s go.” We left the girls’ hostel together, walking down the path toward the arena. Music and chatter filled the air. Everything looked alive. Then we heard it. Screams. Cheers. From ahead. I looked up and— There he was. Nick. Dressed in full hockey gear, jersey clinging to his broad chest, helmet in one hand, stick slung casually over his shoulder. His teammates surrounded him, walking with swagger, like kings heading into battle. The crowd erupted around him. Girls screamed his name like he was a rock star.

“No, I can't do that. Hockey is everything to my guys. We worked so hard for this. I can't... can't just betray my team. like that." “Okay, no problem. I will just simply send this photo straight to George Kensington, Noah's father.” Tobias snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “And then I'll leak it to every major news outlet in the city. Let's see how fast your shiny new rink gets bulldozed to the ground.” He scoffed. “And let's see what happens to your precious hockey career when everyone finds out the Northcott captain is a faggot who sells his body to his rival for cheap money like a freaking prostitute.”

The air inside the Seattle Kraken’s locker room was maintained at sixty-two degrees, but the nervous energy of thirty professional athletes made the physical space feel restricted. There was no music playing from the central audio system. The standard pre-game tracks had been deactivated, replaced by the heavy, deliberate clicks of plastic skate guards against the rubber floor runner.

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.