Tony Rydinger Novels & Stories

“This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.” “Okay,” I muttered when he gestured to Jasper to leave us alone. Once the door was closed behind us, Beta Rodriguez got up from his place and walked towards me. “Call me Andres when we are not alone,” he said, and I nodded my head. I thought he would walk back to his place, but he surprised me as he lightly traced my cheek while I stood as still as a statue. Various emotions swirled in his eyes when he quickly pulled back and turned around.

“You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.” She didn’t flinch. “And you look like every woman’s post-breakup regret in a leather jacket. His grin stretched wider. “God, you’re even better in person. Let me sit down before I start proposing things I can’t take back.” “So this is the Ryder Jordan. The newly acquired striker for the New York Guardians. World record signing for 200 million dollars. I expected someone taller.” He pouted. “Ha ha, funny, you know I’m tall and I play like a giant too.”

The arena roared with deafening cheers. “RYDER! RYDER! RYDER!” The name echoed through the massive ice hockey stadium as students jumped to their feet, waving banners and wearing the university colors. The bright arena lights reflected off the smooth ice, turning the entire rink into a glowing battlefield. At the center of it all was Ethan Ryder. Fast. Confident. Untouchable. The captain of the Northbridge University hockey team glided across the ice like he owned it. His red jersey clung to his broad shoulders, and his dark hair was damp from the intensity of the game.

I cry out as I push my ass backward, feeling Ryder pushing his massive cock all the way in me. In response, Ryder uses his free hand to pinch my nipples a little harder, and I part my plump lips in sweet pain. Ryder and I met when I was writing an article about him, the all famous hockey player. He hadn’t wanted to answer any of my questions until after I had gone on at least five dates with him.

The professor’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. "Ryder," Adrian says, his voice tight. He adjusts his glasses, his fingers trembling slightly. "How can I help you this evening?" Ryder leans back against the closed door, crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know why I'm here, Professor. Saw you in the stands. When did you suddenly become a fan of hockey? You don't exactly look like the type to enjoy a bunch of guys beating the shit out of each other on ice."

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

My date started to talk but Nikolai gave him a look and leaned into him at the table. Nikolai was stronger, bigger, and he carried an aura of power with him wherever he went. " Who told you you could speak? If I were you, I would shut my mouth. It the least you could do after going on a date with my wife, " " I didn't-" " He didn't know! " I screamed " There must be something you are lacking for your wife to get tinder and-" The sound of bone breaking was heard then followed by gasps. Nikolai had punched the guy and was about to punch him again.

But still. My stomach did a stupid flip every time I saw him. Like my body was betraying me. Like my cells hadn’t gotten the memo that I was supposed to be done with him. And now there was a whole school-wide countdown to the big hockey match against Ravenshore High. The team we apparently hated with our whole souls. Everyone was wearing jerseys. Even teachers were talking about it. And of course, Dominic was at the center of it all. Every time I passed the gym, I saw him practicing like his life depended on it. Throwing pucks so hard into the net it echoed down the halls. He was so angry and so focused it was like the air around him shook.

"Yes. Any problem?" Perhaps I had shown too much surprise. "No. I just thought it would take a little longer." "In fact, Mr. Ryan urgently needs a new assistant. Not to scare you, but you'll have a lot of work." "Do you work directly with Mr. Ryan?" "Not exactly. I've been the Human Resources Manager for four years. Ryan is demanding of everyone who is part of his team, especially those who work directly with him." "That sounds tough." "It is. Especially when there's a problem with someone on the team. Sometimes, Mr. Ryan is very strict. In fact, he always is. I would say he's extremely demanding. Believe me, he doesn't hesitate to fire someone on the first day."

I muttered, trying to pretend I wasn’t registering every flicker of her stare. But then… the game started. Ryder. On the ice. Dominating like it was a personal vendetta. Every goal, every move, it was like he was dancing around everyone else, and every time he scored, the crowd went wild, and my chest did that thing again like it had its own fan club.