STEAMY ICE COLD Hockey Romance (Compilation)

CHAPTER 2: First Public Date

Jax's words sent a fresh rush of heat straight between my thighs.

I was still pressed against the lockers, cardigan clutched tight to my chest like it could somehow hide how badly my body was betraying me. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

Jax's gray eyes stayed locked on mine as he stepped back just enough to let me breathe. His chest rose and fell with the same heavy rhythm as mine.

"You're supposed to be my girlfriend now," he said, voice low and rough. "The whole school needs to believe it. So I'm giving you a glow-up. Making you look like the girl who belongs on the captain's arm."

I stiffened. My cheeks burned hot. "You don't have to—"

"Too late." He gripped my waist and steered me out of the locker room before I could argue, his fingers firm but not painful on my hips.

Thirty minutes later we were inside a sleek boutique that smelled like expensive perfume and money. Soft lighting glowed from crystal chandeliers overhead, and racks of designer clothes lined the walls.

Jax moved like he owned the place, grabbing dresses, heels, and a soft leather jacket while the salesgirl stared at him with wide eyes.

"Try these," he ordered, pushing a pile into my arms. "I want to see how good you look when I ruin you properly."

I slipped into the dressing room on trembling legs. The first dress was a deep emerald green, short and fitted, the kind of thing I'd never wear in a million years. The fabric hugged every curve, dipping low in the back and ending high on my thighs. When I stepped out, Jax's eyes darkened instantly.

"f**k," he breathed, stepping close. His hands settled on my hips, turning me slowly in front of the full-length mirror.

His fingers brushed bare skin where the dress dipped low in the back, sending sparks straight to my core. "Look at you. This is what you've been hiding under those cardigans."

"I'm not comfortable—"

"It's never about you. It's about our public image, remember?"

I gulped. Somehow, he was right.

The mirror showed a version of me I barely recognized: flushed cheeks, lips still slightly swollen from the locker room kiss, n*****s visibly tight against the thin fabric. The emerald green made my skin look warmer, my eyes brighter. I looked... wanted.

Jax leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "You're wearing this next week at Tyler's party. And I'm gonna spend the whole party ruining you in the best way, making sure every guy sees exactly who you belong to now." His palm slid lower, cupping the curve of my ass for a second before he pulled back with a groan. "Now the heels."

I did exactly what he said, and I felt like I was being somebody else.

By the time we left the boutique, I was wearing the green dress, the leather jacket, and strappy heels that made my legs look longer. My hair was loose and tousled from Jax running his fingers through it "to make it look like I've already had my hands all over you." I felt exposed... and strangely wanted.

"Remember. This is what you look like. Exactly for Tyler's party."

"I didn't even know who Tyler—"

"I do. And that's all you need to know."

Jax dropped me at my dorm and gave a cocky smile. Of course, after lightning kisses my lip.

"See you soon." He drove away and left me dazzled.

And strangely... without me knowing, next week came too fast.

Tyler's party is today.

Jax picked me up and really made me become his girlfriend in one night.

"You look stunningly beautiful. Drop the glasses." He instructed. I growled but did it anyway.

Jax escorted me like I was his valuable belonging that was easy to crack. He glared at whoever guy who tried to flirt with me.

I felt... strange and embarrassingly desirable.

The party was loud when we arrived. Heads turned the second we walked in. Whispers exploded.

"Is that... Lila Monroe?"

"No way. She looks... hot!"

Jax's hand stayed possessively at the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd and dropped onto a worn leather couch in the corner. He pulled me straight onto his lap.

I yelped, knees clamping together as I landed sideways across his thick thighs.

The short dress rode up even higher. His hard chest pressed against my side. One arm locked around my waist, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

"Smile for the camera, baby," he said loud enough for the hockey guys nearby to hear. He lifted his phone.

I froze. My body stiff in the new dress, but his hand on my waist felt hot and steady. He turned and kissed me.

This kiss was slower. Deeper. Filthier.

His tongue stroked mine like he was savoring every second, tasting the soft whimper I tried to hold back. His free hand slid up my thigh under the short hem, thumb teasing the edge of my panties again.

Heat flooded between my legs instantly. I could feel him hardening beneath me, thick and insistent against my ass.

A tiny sound escaped me. He swallowed it, kissing me harder, one hand slipping under the leather jacket to palm my bare back.

"Perfect," he murmured against my lips. "Now everyone sees what I see."

A rival player sauntered over. His eyes raking over my new look. "Harlan... damn! Didn't know you could clean up a nerd that good!"

Jax's grip tightened possessively.

"She was always this good. I'm just the one who gets to ruin her now." His hand slid higher under my dress. "Eyes off, Matty!"

The guy backed away.

Jax turned me fully on his lap so I straddled him, my aching core pressed right against his hardness. I gasped, hands flying to his shoulders.

"Jax... people are watching..."

"Let them." He gripped my hips and pulled me down harder, the friction making my c**t throb. "Kiss me like you mean it, little bookworm. Or I'll make sure the whole party knows exactly how wet you are for the guy who's gonna ruin you."

My thighs trembled. I hated how much I wanted this. I hated how the makeover had made me feel seen... and how badly my body was aching for more.

I leaned in, shy and stiff on the outside, and kissed him again.

His tongue plunged deep, stroking mine in filthy rhythm while his hips rolled up against me. One hand slipped under my jacket. I stayed rigid at first, fighting the moan, but my hips rocked once, twice, chasing the pressure against my swollen c**t.

He groaned into my mouth. "f**k, you feel even better like this."

I pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to his, cheeks burning. My panties were ruined. My whole body ached.

And the worst of all?

I wanted him to keep ruining me.

Minutes later, a group of girls came in. Jax excused himself for a while but still looked at me possessively. Somehow, I saw Brianna.

The girl who's with him in that video.

My heart stuttered.

I never knew I could feel this uncomfortable.

What if she's picking up a fight with me? Or... what if she thought I stole Jax from her?

But nothing happened. Jax returned without anyone following him. I felt relieved.

"We're leaving." Jax held my hand tightly with a strange gesture. The party faded behind us.

"Jax, please... slower," I whispered. He literally dragged me out rather than walk with me. He suddenly stopped. I bumped into him.

"Look, pretty bookworm. I'm your master now. And you only need to listen to me. You got me?"

I widened my eyes and nodded.

He smirked and pulled me instantly with a rough kiss.

"Three months, Lila," he whispered against my lips. "By the end of tonight, you're going to be begging me to ruin you completely."

My heart stopped.

Because the scariest thing wasn't that he was probably right. It was how badly my body already wanted him to.