All Chapters of Ice Bound Hearts - A Fake Dating Hockey Romance : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AlexTouch down in Montreal is always a buzz. I know some of the guys on the team from when we used to be rookies and a couple of them lived in Aspen, Man did we have a blast. The girls, the drinking, the parties not to mention all the fooling around. Wild days, crazy days, turning up at practice with hangovers. Fuck, how I got to be the best in the game is beyond me, I sure as hell was a nightmare to my coaches. Hence the reason they sent me Madison Lane.Infuriating as hell at first but now, I don’t think I ever want her to leave my side. I watch as she fusses over Belle in her bed, Belle’s bed that is and take a good long look at Madi’s tight ass. You can tell she works out plenty and is a runner, it’s so toned and it’s giving my dick all sorts of signals. She glances over her shoulder and catches me licking my bottom lip.“Are you checking me out, Stone?”“What man could resist, Petal? Come here, let me put my hands on your ass and make you feel so good.”“Er, don’t we have to go

Alex“Hey, don’t look so worried, so what if they’re on to us. Who cares.”“I care that’s why; the contract stipulates that Ruben gets the money too.” She looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, her eyes large and concerned. I take her hand and give it a squeeze to reassure her, but all it does it make me warm from her touch.I lead her to the VIP room where Levy and Coach will be waiting for us and knock on the green door. “Come in,” I hear Levy’s voice. I open the door and step aside for Madi to go first, after all I may be a lot of things, and not a lot of things, but a gentleman I am. I follow her to find Levy and coach sitting behind a glass table, on the walls hang framed posters of hockey players past and present from Montreal. All greats.“Thanks for coming in Alex and Madi. Take a seat,” coach says and gestures to the two chairs in front of the table. We sit. “The reason we wanted to see you both today is good news, your ratings have gone up, your followers have gone up

AlexFuck, I hate that I have to leave her today at the airport, I hate that we’re going to be separated and I hate that her bags are packed and ready to go, even Honey-Belle is sitting in the kitchen as I make waffles looking at me with big, brown doleful eyes, Man, it’s cracking my heart for sure. The only saving grace about this is that we’ve told each other how we feel about one another and that we’ll see each other after my next two games, I plan to fly into Austin to go stay with her. I rake my hands through my hair then take a sip of my black coffee, extra strong this morning since Madi and I were up all-night fucking, making love and enjoying the last pleasures until we can see each other again.She arrests my heart; she owns the damn thing. I couldn’t wish for a better person to claim it, damn this sucks. I’m standing in my grey joggers, my chest is bare, and Honey-Belle sits at my feet, “hey, Girl you want some treats?” I reach for the bag Madi keeps on the countertop and re

Alex“You have fucking done what?” I can’t believe my ears, in fact I am so mad I swear I have steam coming out of my nostrils, horns growing out of my head and hooves for feet. Raging like the devil right now as I stare at Levy and coach, who coach that is, looks with his face to the ground not able to look me directly in my eyes. I rake my hands through my head.“Tell me this isn’t happening?”“It is happening, and you are going to have to suck it up,” Levy tells me, I detect a calling of rank tone in his voice. The fuck there was a time when hockey players were treated like gods by their managers since they need us to bring in the cash, to win the games you know what I mean only my manager seems to think he owns my balls right now.“The photoshoot is set up for eight sharp tomorrow morning, no ifs and buts, I have a few more calls to make. And don’t let this have any impact on your game tonight.” Levy storms off, his face red with his own anger bubbling inside. I watch the back of

AlexShit, I missed Madi, our meal went on longer than I expected, and coach and Levy kept shooting me daggers so it wasn’t even as if I could skip out and catch up with my girl. Fuck, my heart aches not being close to her and having had her in my bed for the last few weeks, I missed her last night when I got back to the hotel room. Her slender body pressed up against my stomach, my arms wrapped around her to keep her safe. I keep reminding myself it’s just a few more nights and we can see each other again, so why does it feel like it’s going to be months?The shoot was as expected - a fucking nightmare. Nastia was her usual self, arms draped all over me, breasts pushed up against my chest, running her hand up and down my arms and her fingers on my torso. I swear to God it took all my power not to yell at her and cut those damn hands off. I told her on more than one occasion not to be so close and personal, but she wouldn’t fucking listen. I will never do a shoot with her again so what