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“One bonfire. One night. If you hate it, I’ll personally drive you back to the rink and let you throw pucks at me for revenge.” I bit my lip to keep from smiling too big. “Tempting. But only if you promise no more winking. It’s weaponized.” “No promises,” he said, eyes sparkling. “But deal on the rest.” We walked back to his truck under a sky full of stars that looked sharper up here, no city lights to dull them. He opened my door again—gentleman hockey player, apparently—and when I slid in, our hands brushed. Just for a second. Electricity. The kind you read about in the books I swore I only read for the dragons.

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

“It’s called coming home, sweetheart. You know, when you, like, return to your own house after being gone for a while.” Lauren rolled her eyes, mentally counting to ten. “Right. I forgot that grown men with egos the size of a stadium still need to come home to their parents’ place.” His smirk faltered for a second, then came back stronger. “That’s cute. You don’t even know me.” “Oh, I know exactly what you are,” she shot back, finally lowering the poker, though not by much. “You’re a hockey player. That tells me everything I need to know.”

I was doing you a favor? He really thought he was the best I could ever get. He actually believed he was the peak of my options, standing there in his tacky varsity jacket, thinking he’d left me broken and hopeless. A sudden, wicker warmth bloomed in my chest, completely incinerating the sting of his insults. I slowed my pace, a slow dangerous smile spreading across my face as I thought about Lael’s offer. The star forward. The billionaire’s son. The arrogant, tattooed hockey player half of the campus was obsessed with.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, his face full of impatience. I thought he'd finally clued in about stopping the bullying. Tiffany thought her tattling had worked. But the next second, Nathan pointed at the hallway exit. "Can you two stop blocking my phone signal in the doorway? I need to get back to my dorm and wait for IceTyrant to log on." Then he just walked right around us and left. I watched him go, my mouth twitching. This guy was a hopeless hockey-brained idiot.

Without a single thought more, he skated over to me quickly and plucked me out of the penalty box. I protested between giggles, but it could hardly be heard over the cheering. I gave up and wrapped my arms around him to steady myself; his arms firmly around my waist as he skated with me toward the center of the rink with his teammates. He lifted me higher and all the hockey players on the Statford Freeze Hockey Team cheered my name. I wasn’t sure why they were cheering my name, but it made everybody in the stadium also cheer my name. I couldn’t help but laugh though my face was the color of a cheery. Aiden finally lowered me and kissed me hard on the lips and I kissed him back with just as m

His sandy colored hair flops in his moss green eyes. “Say didn’t you shower at the rink?” “Nah, wanted to come home on time for mom’s cooking and meet this fella of Nastia’s. Is that him?” Garrett looks out of the same window I’ve been staring out of, thinking how my baby girl was once so tiny and snuggling up to my chest and now she’s got some guys tongue down her damn throat. “That’s the one.” “Cool, can’t wait to talk hockey with him.”

PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Erotic Hockey Romance) 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.

"You wanna come?" "To practice?" "To both. Practice if you want, definitely the game." He brushed hair out of my face. "I'd like you there." I laughed, short and sharp. "Yeah? With all your fans?" He frowned. "What fans?" "Come on, Rowan." "What?" "You're a hockey player. Girls love hockey players. Especially ones who look like you and I don't like my last experience with these people." He rolled his eyes. "Jesus. That's what this is about?"

Chapter 36 - Her not her. Third pov Sophia couldn’t believe she was back in this pathetic small town again aftoer that Christmas Eve disaster but for her boyfriend Josh’s sake she was here to cheer him on at his game. Josh was hers and hers only, the perfect boyfriend for someone like her and he was going to be an amazing hockey star someday which meant she’d be the girlfriend of someone important and powerful, exactly what she deserved. Unlike that pathetic excuse of a sister.