Page 4 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“What we are is crazy about each other. And what we just did with you is something we both wanted. If you want more, then you’re ours, and we’re yours.”
“I want…”
Zeke pushes up on one elbow and presses a kiss to my shoulder like he’s testing the waters now that I’m coming down from the high. When he leans in and brushes a lighter kiss over my lips, I don’t flinch.
“You don’t have to decide tonight,” Zeke whispers, his forehead resting against mine. “Just know that you’re wanted here by both of us.”
“Can we go slow?”
Jasper lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “You call that slow?”
“Now that…” I blow out a shaky breath. “That—I’m all in, and we can go as fast as you want. But the relationship part? That’s harder for me. I don’t open up easily.”
“You think we don’t already know that? You’re a fucking fortress, Captain. You’ve been one as long as we’ve known you. But you’re going to feel safe with us. I promise you that.”
Call it instinct, but I already know this thing between us isn’t casual. Not the way they touch me, not the way they look at me like I’m something they’ve been waiting for.
This is trust.
This is history.
This is a connection that’s been under my skin for longer than I ever let myself see, and now that I feel it, I know it’s going to be something special.
CHAPTER
ONE
ZEKE
The stadium eruptsinto chaos as Roman weaves past two defenders before sending the puck clean into the top corner of the net, slamming home the championship-winning goal.
Their goalie didn’t even move.
The red light flashes behind the net, the buzzer blares, and the arena explodes. My teammates flood the ice in celebration, sticks flying, gloves scattered around like confetti, with screams echoing through the rafters. But Roman and Jasper? They gravitate toward each other first. They throw their arms around each other, and I reach them seconds later, pulled into their orbit like I always am.
There’s no kiss, not here. But the way Roman buries his face into my shoulder, while Jasper’s hand finds mine and squeezes tight, says everything we can’t. It’s all the affection we can risk, but for now, it’s enough.
I glance up to see Coach getting tossed around like a rag doll, laughing his ass off with tears in his eyes as we all celebrate. The crowd roars, and there’s a wall of sound and flashing lights, but for just a second, all I can hear is our heartbeats syncing up.
When we finally break apart, my eyes scan the crowd,searching for the other piece of me that sets my soul ablaze. And when I find her seat, the one she sits in for every game, there she is. Navy blue eyes collide with mine, hitting me with the force of a body check. They pierce straight through me, reaching places only Roman and Jasper have claim to, but I’d carve out a new space for her.
Addison Hope has been living in my head rent-free since she sat down beside me in the one class we shared. Her beautiful eyes and shy smile knocked me on my ass, and I was gone before she even said a word.
“My daughter, Addison, will be helping out with team management this season. She asked to get involved, and I’m trusting that you boys don’t need to be reminded about the rules.”
Just like that, she went from potentially attainable to completely untouchable. Off-limits in every way that matters. The kind of forbidden that makes you ache just thinking about it, because everyone knows the golden rule of hockey: You don’t fuck around with the coach’s daughter. No matter how bad you want to.
We settled for friendship instead, and it’s beautiful in its own right. We have a connection I’d fight to protect, but god, the number of times I’ve caught myself wondering what it would be like to kiss her. And it’s not just me—I’ve seen the way Roman still watches her when she comes to practices, and how Jasper’s whole body tenses up whenever she laughs at one of his jokes.
We’ve all got our own Addison Hope-shaped complications, carefully tucked away where Coach can’t see them.
“We fucking did it, baby,” Jasper whispers against my ear, pulling me into what, from the outside, probably looks like the most platonic bro hug imaginable.
No one would ever guess that only a few hours ago, he had one hand twisted in my hair and the other braced against the locker while he fucked my mouth. Not exactly my smartest move, butJasper’s a reckless little fucker with a hard-on for risk and zero fear of consequences. The number of times we’ve almost been caught is honestly ridiculous. The back of the equipment room, the showers, and even in the damn trainer’s office.
He gets off on the danger.
I get off on him.
