“Admit it,” He growls, pressing my back into the wall. “You like it when I piss you off.” Fuck, I hate Hayes so much. My breath hitches and I brace my hands against his chest. “You’re delusional.” “Am I?” He smirks and leans in, mouth hovering just inches from my ear. “Then why do you look like you're about to kiss me–or punch me? Either way, Carter, I win.” “Fuck you!” I spit. Dorian chuckles darkly, roughly kicking my legs apart so he can press his knee hard up against my dick. “Oh you will, Golden boy. And when you do, it won’t be because I forced you. It’ll be because you begged for my cock.” For Noah Carter, hockey isn’t just a game–it’s an escape. The golden boy captain with a killer smile and a secret he can’t afford to slip, Noah’s carefully crafted lie is falling apart with every practice and every time he locks eyes with HIM. HIM. Dorian Hayes is fire on the ice with only one mission--Make it to the NHL. But there’s one person he never expected to see when he got in Bridgewater to play for the Artic-Blades. Noah Fucking Carter. The one person he hates with everything inside him. Cue in a plan to destroy everything Noah stands for. But every time their bodies collide on the ice, Dorian can’t deny the pull. It’s infuriating, maddening…and addictive. He doesn’t want to want Noah, but when their rivalry shifts from Icy stares to scalding touches, Dorian is forced to confront a truth he’s spent years skating away from: sometimes, the person you hate the most is the only one who truly sees you.
View MoreDorian’s P.O.VShrugging off my leftover warmth from the stupid compliment, I leaned against the locker, watching Carter move to the center of the room, commanding everyone’s attention like he was born into it.The bastard.His voice wasn’t even loud–he didn’t need it to be. The guys quieted the moment he raised a hand, his blue eyes blazing like he was giving some State of the Union address. Oh, I’d love to see his fucking face once I steal his title and become captain. I’m sure he’d throw a tantrum, scream at the Coach, and probably call his daddy to build the school a new library. Coming from a long line of hockey legends, Golden Boy has the money to throw around, leeching off his father’s fading glory.I barely bit back a snort, turning my attention back to him. The speech itself wasn’t anything mind-blowing, to be honest. Just your basic post-game “good job” spiel, but fuck if he didn’t sell it, gearing up the team to put in their bests in the future games. His voice was steady,
Dorian’s P.O.V The locker room reeked of sweat and ballsack. I stepped out from the hot spray of water, turning it off. Grabbing my towel off the bench, I roughly ran it through my damp hair, water dripping down my shoulders and chest as I walked towards the locker room naked. It wasn’t like I cared who saw. Besides, most of the team had cleared out and it was just the sound of my breathing and shuffling feet breaking the silence. I was halfway to my locker, still drying my hair, when I noticed him. Carter. The Golden Boy himself, standing frozen like a fucking deer in headlights, eyes wide and glued to me. My brows furrowed and before I could ask him what the hell he was looking at, all red-faced and barely breathing, he left. But the funny thing was that he didn’t just walk away. If the expression, ‘running with tails between your legs’ needed an image, Noah in that moment was it. Bag in hand, practically tripping over himself as he disappeared through the door. For
Noah’s P.O.VI was late.The second I stepped into the rink, still tugging my gear bag over my shoulder, Coach O’Rourke’s glare snapped onto me like a laser beam. “Princess Carter!” he barked, hands on his hips. “You planning to set a goddamn example by strolling in whenever the hell you feel like it?”I bit back a groan. This was definitely not the start I needed. Knowing he hated excuses as much as he hated milk in his coffee, I schooled my features and gave Coach a slight nod. “Sorry, coach,” I said, setting my bag down by the bench. “It won’t happen again.”“It better not.” he snapped. “Captain or not, you don’t get a free pass. Hustle up now, we’ve all been waiting for you.”There were a few scattered laughs before he turned away, muttering something about discipline, and I exhaled sharply. The guys were all watching me, Jaxon included. He seemed very worried and mouthed at me. ‘Talk later?’I ignored him and started to change into my gear right there on the rink. I wish I could
Dorian’s P.O.V“Stay the fuck out of my way, Golden Boy,” I yanked my arm free of Noah’s grip, storming off into the freezing night. Fuck Noah Carter and that goddamn punch he threw, trying to play savior when no one asked him to. My boots loudly hit the pavement, like I was stomping out a goddamn wildfire. But the flames raged on in my chest. Hypocritical little prick. My jaw clenched, dragging my mind back to when I’d first seen him in the locker room and he introduced himself as captain. Blonde hair, light blue eyes, and his body all defined lines and sculpted muscles. All-American-Pretty boy. He probably had fucking skincare products to keep his skin that dewy…and his lips as red as they looked.I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, clenching my fists into balls. My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, but it was nothing compared to the fury coursing through me. Just a few years had passed and yet, the bastard didn’t even remember me. Not a flicker of recognition in those stupid
Noah’s P.O.V“Hey Faggots!”I stiffened, forcing my hands to keep untying my skates as if I hadn’t heard it. The noises of the room—laughter, shouting, clang of lockers as they slammed it shut—kept going. Nobody even flinched. It was just a normal joke from Matt, one of my defensemen who thought anything that came out of his mouth was comedy gold. The dude was built like a fucking tank and sometimes, I wondered if that was all he was. Brute force with an empty skull.A few of the other guys joined in, tossing back their own crude jokes as they stripped off sweat-soaked jerseys and peeled away pads.My fingers kept trembling, but I worked the laces faster, hoping no one noticed. The worst thing you could do in this locker room was stop, freeze up, and let them see how the words hit you. That was blood in the water, and these guys were sharks who didn’t know how to leave a wounded animal alone. Usually, I didn’t care about the jokes, hell I joined in most times, but it just felt fucking
Noah’s P.O.V“Hey Faggots!”I stiffened, forcing my hands to keep untying my skates as if I hadn’t heard it. The noises of the room—laughter, shouting, clang of lockers as they slammed it shut—kept going. Nobody even flinched. It was just a normal joke from Matt, one of my defensemen who thought anything that came out of his mouth was comedy gold. The dude was built like a fucking tank and sometimes, I wondered if that was all he was. Brute force with an empty skull.A few of the other guys joined in, tossing back their own crude jokes as they stripped off sweat-soaked jerseys and peeled away pads.My fingers kept trembling, but I worked the laces faster, hoping no one noticed. The worst thing you could do in this locker room was stop, freeze up, and let them see how the words hit you. That was blood in the water, and these guys were sharks who didn’t know how to leave a wounded animal alone. Usually, I didn’t care about the jokes, hell I joined in most times, but it just felt fucking...
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