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The thought of grabbing palm-fulls of Scarlett’s soft ass sends a heated spurt straight to my already stirring cock. I need to make that fantasy a reality or die trying. “What’s going on, Cap?” Matt asks as he skates to a stop right in front of me. “You seem a little distracted.” Matt Hammond is a good friend of mine and one of the best defensemen the NHL has ever been privileged to witness. I give him a reassuring nod. “It’s nothing.” “Is it about the debt?” Ryan, our left wingman, wraps an arm around my shoulders, slamming me against his big body and ruffling my hair.

He was longing for something he did not think he deserved. Mack wanted to tell him that he deserves it, he deserve love and happiness too like every other person experiencing it. But he could not tell him that yet. So he just watched and waited for the right moment and right time. ~~~~~ The game was so intense. Calgary scored first and Vancouver answered. they went back and forth, end to end. Eli was sharp in net, stopping breakaways, controlling rebounds. His glove hand was lightning. Mack played physical, clearing the crease, blocking shots. He took a puck off his ankle and did not flinch.

Now we sat at an outdoor table, the morning sun warm on our faces while they hyped up the opportunity like it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. “This is huge, Ivy,” Jenna said, leaning forward with bright eyes. “Lead PT for an NHL team? That’s career-defining. And Boston is far enough from New York that you can actually breathe without the media breathing down your neck.” Liam nodded enthusiastically, stealing a piece of my bagel. “Exactly. New city, new team, new you. You deserve this. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve a clean slate where people see you for your skills, not for… well, you know.”

On the dirty floor of a hockey rink, surrounded by people who hated me. My fingers brushed the edge of my phone, but Michelle's foot came down on it and kicked it away. "Oops," she said. I screamed... not from pain this time, but from a grief so vast it threatened to swallow me whole. I crawled after the phone, sobbing, begging, my knees leaving bloody smears on the concrete. Someone kicked it again and laughter echoed through the rink. "Look at her. How Pathetic." "You should have though about this day when you made coach cancel all our games! Do you know how broke we've gotten and how we are all struggling to live, huh?" One of the players spat out. "Now the coach should save you, but he i

My entire body stilled. The Khaelon Dravik. Star hockey player. Heir to the Dravik fortune. Captain of the undefeated Hockey Team. The face on every student poster, the name on every varsity jersey. The one everyone talked about like he was myth wrapped in flesh. Unreachable and my ultimate crush. My first love even if he never knew it. I used to watch his games through a cracked laptop screen, memorizing the sharp angles of his jaw under his helmet, the vicious grace of how he skated across the rink like a storm no one could stop. He didn’t just play, he dominated. And now, here he was.

"This is becoming a habit. First you break into my suite in disguise, and now you're breaking into my shower." I stared at him in disbelief. He stood there, dripping wet, completely bare, acting like this was a casual Tuesday afternoon meeting. "Will you please put some clothes on? Do you realise you're literally naked in front of me?!" "Does it bother you so much, Miss Thorne?" *** The arrow flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. I crashed against a hard chest as the arrow struck the marble pillar behind us. Duke Blackthorn. Zane. "Why did you save me? I thought we were enemies." "We are." "Then why?" His grip

Has she really forgotten? “Ryker, what are your thoughts?” I look up, caught off guard. “On what?” “We’re going through names on the roster. Half the team is out with food poisoning from those damn homemade cookies, so the roster.” I shrug. “I don’t know. Do any of the names actually play hockey?” “You weren’t listening. Coach mentioned Jax,” Quinn mutters beside me. I snap my head up. “Since when was he on the roster? He’s a figure skater, not hockey.”

“Then, don’t get caught.” The bump on his neck moved as he swallowed. “If you get caught, we won’t exact the Alpha’s wrath even if he’s your father.” The reason I was going into the hockey team was to win, but when I reached Maxton College, it was Cameron Vaughan waving at me with a smile, the most sexy smile I have ever seen on his face. Or maybe I was the one hallucinating about it, but Cameron was sinfully handsome. The moment he narrowed his head at me, I had to check myself, I slapped my cheek for smiling so hard at him, and the pants.

He looked away as he scoffed. The waitress returned with our order, and we began eating. I noticed Noah was just picking at his food. “You're good?” He glanced up at me and nodded. Is it about Scott? No way! That can't be. He's probably sad because of what happened with his dad earlier. Speaking of that… “Can your dad really stop you from playing hockey?” “Yeah, he can.” My brows knitted together. “He's one of the significant fours.” he added. I blinked, confused. What's that? Never heard of that before.

"Unless you’re still doing that?" Timothy's jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. He had heard these jabs from Andy before, but they never failed to sting. He responded with a controlled tone, "I still play." Kamran, who had been mostly silent during the exchange, finally chimed in, his disapproval evident. "Your mother, the poor woman, always encouraged that silly hobby. Look where it got us." The mention of his mother, Lydia, who had been battling cancer for years, struck a nerve in Timothy. He had shared a special bond with his mother, who had always believed in him and his love for hockey. It had been her unwavering support that had fueled his determinati