STEAMY ICE COLD Hockey Romance (Compilation)

Lila Monroe  I never planned to die in a locker room. But the second Jax Harlan slammed the door and twisted the lock with that heavy metallic click, my heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it between my legs. I backed up until the cold metal lockers pressed into my spine, clutching the edges of my oversized cardigan like it could somehow hide how badly my body was already reacting to him. He stood there, six-foot-three of pure, furious muscle, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips and his Eastpoint Hockey hoodie. His dark hair was still damp from the shower, water sliding down the sharp line of his collarbone. Those stormy gray eyes pinned me in place, dark with anger... and something hotter that made heat curl low in my belly. Miles and Theo, his best friends, leaned against the far wall, eyes fixed on the floor. They knew better than to get involved. "Sit down, Lila," Jax said in a low and rough voice that sent ice down my spine. I stayed frozen. My arms wrapped tight around myself and my fingers dug into the soft fabric of my nerdy cardigan. "I'm not sitting. I already said everything I needed to when I posted those videos." He took one slow step closer, close enough to make my skin shiver. His sudden presence wrapped around me with the scent of fresh ice, clean sweat, and that warm, masculine cologne that made my pulse stutter. "You posted videos of me and that girl in the hallway. Coach Martin suspended me an hour ago. My scholarship is on the line because of you." I bit my lip hard, trying to keep my chin up even as my thighs pressed together without meaning to. "You cheated on your girlfriend. Right there where anyone could see. She was waiting in the stands like a fool. Someone had to expose you!" Jax let out a short, bitter laugh that sent an unwanted shiver straight down my spine and between my legs. "We were already broken up. But thanks to your viral post, the whole school thinks I'm a walking disaster. Coach Martin even gave me one last chance to fix my image... or I lose everything." My phone kept buzzing wildly in my back pocket. I felt brave when I hit the post button, you know, someone finally standing up to the high school king who treated girls like disposable toys. But now, trapped in this locker room with him towering over me, that bravery felt paper-thin. My knees were shaky. My skin felt too hot. My n*****s had tightened against my bra just from the way he was looking at me. He pulled a folded paper from his pocket and dropped it on the bench. "Sign this." I stared at it with a dry throat. "What is that?" "A contract. Three months. You pretend to be my girlfriend. Public dates, hand-holding, couple photos, fake kisses whenever people are watching. You make me look like the committed, reformed guy the school needs." "Wh—what? No way!" "In return, I delete the video of you breaking into the admin office last semester to fix your brother's grade." Cold dread slammed into me, but underneath it, heat curled low and slick between my thighs. He knew. Oh God! He's impossible! Jax Harlan would never play fair. My hands trembled as I clutched my cardigan tighter, trying to hide how my core clenched at the way he stepped even closer. Miles shifted. "Jax, this is—" "Shut up," Jax snapped. His eyes never left mine. "Three months, Monroe. Then we break up publicly. Your secret stays buried. I keep my scholarship and my spot on the team. Win-win." My voice came out small and shaky. "You're blackmailing me." He closed the last inch of space until his body heat wrapped around me like a furnace. I stiffened completely, shoulders rigid, but I couldn't stop the way my breath hitched when his chest brushed the front of my cardigan. "Sign it," he murmured, his voice dropping lower, "or that video drops before practice ends." Tears prickled behind my eyes, but I refused to cry. I took the pen he offered. Our fingers brushed and a spark shot straight to my chest. My signature came out messy and trembling. Jax folded the paper and tucked it away. Then he crowded me fully against the lockers. His scent l, somehow, made my panties feel embarrassingly damp. I kept my arms crossed tight, body stiff as a board, but my pulse was racing everywhere. "Good girl," he breathed. "First rule starts right now." Before I could even gasp, his big hand cupped my jaw with a firm, warm, possessive touch. My eyes widened and every muscle in me locked up. Then his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was hot, demanding, and filthy in the best worst way. His lips were firm and hungry, tasting like mint and pure sin. He tilted my head and deepened it instantly, tongue sliding against mine in a slow, deliberate stroke that made my knees buckle. A helpless little sound escaped me. I stayed rigid with my hands fisted in my cardigan, shoulders tense, but my body betrayed me completely. Heat pooled heavy and slick between my thighs. My n*****s ached against the fabric of my bra. I could feel the hard press of his chest, the way his hips brushed mine just enough to let me feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants pressing against my stomach. He groaned softly into my mouth then one of his hands slid down to grip my waist, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel claimed. When he finally pulled back, his gray eyes were almost black. His breathing was ragged. His thumb dragged slowly across my swollen bottom lip. His eyes following the motion like he wanted to devour me all over again. "See?" he said in a hoarse voice. "We're going to be so f*****g good at this." "Screw you, Jax!" I pushed him off, angry but miserable. My face was burning crimson. My lips tingled and the worst part of all... my panties were soaked. I couldn't even look him in the eye anymore. I was completely ruined! God damn it! "I'm gonna ruin you more for the next three months, Lila Monroe."