Offside Avery Keelan Novels & Stories

Avery says, and I frown. “Why not? Her fiancé fucked her best friend at their wedding shes trying to get her mind off things Avery. She's harmless,” Avery narrows his eyes, “Don't judge a book by its cover Whitney, “

Kathleen promises, scuttling over to her bag and fishing out a white babydoll blouse. She practically runs back to Avery who is slipping out of her blazer and unbuttoning more buttons on her shirt. "You slide the shirt off; I'll put this over your head at the same time," Kathleen nods, and Avery exhales slowly. I can't believe we're doing this, Sonya sighs. It's this, or we faint like Zeph did, Avery reminds her, and her wolf becomes a lot happier with the idea of their striptease then. Mindlinking a countdown, Avery rips her shirt off at the same time as Kathleen forces the babydoll blouse over her head.

Avery's POV We talked for most of the drive. The decompression kind, the talking that happened when the adrenaline had burned off and what was left was lighter. He told me something he had overheard in the corridor after the game involving two of the defensive linemen and a bet about the food at the post-game spread and I laughed harder than the story probably deserved. I told him about the freshers looking at Brianna on the formation call and he said Keely sounded like exactly the kind of person you needed in your corner and I said yes, she was.

He took three long, sweeping strides, building immediate, effortless velocity as he headed toward the far blue line. High in the gallery, the compliance officer raised his tablet, the camera lens tracking the elegant, black-clad silhouette of the skater as he began his first pattern. Liam didn't look up. He deep-edged into his back inside crossover, the tape across his collarbone pulling tight, holding the fractured bone in a rigid, flawless alignment. He reached the center line, transitioned onto his landing edge, and prepped for the triple Axel. *No lag.*

"They'll respect you. You beat me in a one-on-one, Kelsey. In this team, that's a better introduction than any— look, just come. You don't have to stay long." She studied me for a moment. "Why?" she asked. The word was direct. She always did that. No cushioning, no deflection. Just: *why*. Like she was doing a load-bearing calculation on the intention before agreeing to stand on it. "Because," I said carefully, "I want to know you outside of study sessions and the house. I want my team to know you. I want—" I stopped. Recalibrated. "I think you'd actually like Jared. He's the only other person on the team who reads for fun."

Avery scrambled to her feet. Then began digging through her backpack. Katelyn watched suspiciously. "What are you looking for?" "My paper." "What paper?" "The paper." Very helpful. A few moments later, Avery triumphantly pulled out a folded brochure. "There." She handed it directly to Stella. Stella accepted it automatically. Then frowned. "What is this?" "My trip." "Oh." Right. The company visit. Avery had spent nearly an entire week talking about it. Katelyn smiled. "She's still obsessed."

"The fact that I'm already waiting in anticipation should make me feel ashamed but it doesn't.I love what you do to my body and so much more." The house was already filled with friends and family of Kent and Catalina when they arrived Avery got introduce to half of them,somewhere along the way she got separated from Alex.Now she's standing with Catalina and a few of her friends Avery tried to take part in the conversation but it proved difficult because the egg is on and instead of concentrating on what's being said her attention is directed down there.

“Over there… the couch near the bar. He’s seated next to my brother.” Ava’s eyes fell on the couch, and her breath hitched when she locked eyes with the devilishly handsome man seated next to Liam Anderson across the pool. ‘So that’s Kylan Kingsley? Damn.’ She mused, biting her lower lip. She’d heard of him, but this was the first time she was seeing him in person. And boy, the rumours didn’t do him justice. They did say he was handsome, but not wet your panties at first sight kind of handsome.

"You look pale. What did Juliet say to you?" Avery didn't answer right away. She walked past me, her heels clicking softly against the thick rug, and stood by the massive glass window. She looked out at the city skyline for a long moment before she turned around to face me. She reached into her purse, pulled out a small piece of paper with a list of account numbers scribbled on it, and set it flat on my desk. "She told me I traded one master for another," Avery said, her voice quiet but remarkably steady. "She told me that you didn't close the Sophia file. She said you still have active offshore accounts in Panama that you used to buy up Woods-Global stock right before we met."

Isaac chimed in, earning nods of approval from the rest of us. "As much as I adore that one," Avery added, "I have to go with 'Rebel Love Song.' For as long as I can remember, it's always reminded me to be young and free." As soon as Avery said this, I noticed Mr. Fayer glance at Kalix, who shifted uncomfortably beside him. Max, sitting on Mr. Fayer's other side, couldn't help but smirk at his best friend's discomfort under the warning glare of his girlfriend's father.