PUCK ME ON ICEUpdated at Jun 23, 2026, 03:37
“Fuck me,” I begged, my voice breaking.The hockey captain’s eyes darkened with that cocky smirk I knew too well. “Are you sure you want this, baby?”He gripped my chin, thumb brushing my lip. “Then get on your knees.”I dropped before I could think, staring up at Ryder King — the last man I was ever supposed to want.***I’ve been crushing on the same guy for years… until the arrogant, sinfully hot hockey captain offered to help me win him.Ryder promised to teach me how to flirt, how to tease, and how to make my crush jealous. In exchange, I’d help him with his drawing so he could ace his art class. Late-night strategy sessions on the ice were supposed to be innocent.They weren’t.Stolen touches turned electric. Fake dates started feeling dangerously real. Now Ryder looks at me like he wants to devour me… and I’m starting to crave him right back.The worst part? By the time I realize I’ve fallen for the wrong player, he’s already walking away — and I might be too late.