Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Just laughter and teasing like it was nothing.
Hanley tutted and went back to his conversation like it was no big deal.
Callahan, seated closer now, leaned in with a grin. “If Noah’s gay, that means more puck bunnies for me.”
Becker piped up again. “Yeah, Rivers, send ’em my way. If you had to fuck someone on the team—it’d be me, right?”
Noah tapped his chin, pretending to think. “I’d fuck your gloves before I’d fuck you, Becker. Draw a smiley face on ’em. Warm them up for you before every game.”