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Second Choice

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Blackmoor.

The Vultures.

The team that had sat down with him after every big game, the one that had dangled early interest like a shiny lure. His only concrete offer so far. And now Coach was waving Jax over instead, voice casual, like it was nothing.

A hot spike of panic punched through Ryder’s ribs.

He stood frozen in front of his locker, jersey half peeled off, sweat still cooling on his skin. They were mine. My safety net. My first real shot. The thought looped ugly and loud.

What if thi
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    The interviews were going… well.Surprisingly well, actually.Jamie found his footing faster than he’d expected. The two centers were pretty chill once they got going, competitive in a way that crackled just beneath the surface, but polite enough on camera. Hayes talked big, Calloway talked less, and Jamie steered them through shared questions without crashing and burning. He even managed a joke that landed.After that, it got easier.Guys filtered in and out of the room in whatever order they felt like. Jamie let them volunteer, nodded them through, adjusted his chair angles once and then stopped fussing. He interviewed defensemen, wingers, Zach who was exactly as relaxed as he always was and made a point of telling Jamie he was doing great, on and off camera.Time blurred.Somewhere along the way, Jamie realized his shoulders had dropped. His voice had steadied. He was doing the thing.And, thankfully, Max didn't seem to take much notice of Jamie.He hovered by the food instead, lau

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Caught Looking

    Practice ended without any real warning.One moment the ice was loud with drills and shouted cues, the next the intensity simply bled away. Sticks stopped cracking against the ice. Players coasted toward the benches, loose and loud again.Jamie stayed where he was, notebook forgotten on his knee.He’d been staring at Max.Pretty openly, if he was honest. But from up here, from behind the glass, he was fairly certain no one could tell. Everyone stared during practice, right? That was normal. Expected, even.One small upside of this entire situation, he decided, was that he was now technically allowed to look at Max.One major downside was that he was going to have to interview him.Very shortly.Alone.In a tiny room.Where Max would sit across from him and listen to a familiar voice asking him multiple questions and, hopefully, not recognize it.Jamie exhaled slowly through his nose and forced himself to stand. His legs felt a little unsteady as he slung his bag over his shoulder and

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   In Plain Sight

    Jamie’s first official chance to meet the team arrived whether he felt ready or not.Coach Larsson had promised him time after practice. Short, recorded interviews. A few quick questions with each player. Photos where he could get them. Enough for Jamie to start building a picture of the season.He went back to the rink with everything he could ever need.His bag dug into his shoulder as he crossed the parking lot, heavier than it had any right to be. Inside it was his notebook, dog‑eared and already half‑full, his phone, a small digital recorder, spare batteries, a compact camera, his press credentials, a folded copy of the practice schedule, printed player profiles, and a stack of interview questions he’d rewritten three times and still didn’t trust.He’d highlighted the important bits. Circled names. Written hockey terms in the margins like spells he could cast if things went wrong.Neutral zone. Line change. Ice time. Starter. Backup.If he said enough hockey words out loud and st

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Hockey 101

    Jamie got home just in time to see an old Jeep roll into the lot.It rattled like it had more history than safety features, sun‑faded paint, one door a slightly different shade than the rest. It slowed near the dorm entrance, music thumping faintly through open windows, laughter spilling out with it.Jamie slowed, eyeing it from a distance.Then Zach climbed out.He looked relaxed, hoodie half‑unzipped, hair a little mussed like he’d just been dropped off mid‑conversation. He said something over his shoulder that made the guys in the Jeep laugh, then slammed the door shut and headed toward the building.Jamie ran after him.“Zach—hey!”Zach turned at the sound of his name, surprise flashing briefly across his face before it smoothed into an easy grin. “Jamie! What’s up, man?”Jamie slowed as he reached him, suddenly aware of his own breathing. He bent forward slightly, hands braced on his thighs, lungs burning more than they should have.“Hockey,” he panted.Zach grinned wider. “Hocke

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Compromised

    Jamie turned, already babbling.“Oh—sorry, I—Coach said I could, I didn’t realize anyone was still—”The words tangled and fell apart in his mouth.The man standing in the doorway to the showers was huge. Barefoot. Towel slung low around his hips, damp and hanging heavy, one hand absently scrubbing through wet hair as if he’d only just noticed he wasn’t alone.Jamie’s brain stalled.Max.Not the version burned into his memory from that cursed photo. This one was bigger. Broader. Skin still flushed from heat and steam, water tracking down over muscle in slow, distracting lines. Jamie’s gaze dragged helplessly, shoulders, chest, the sharp V disappearing beneath the towel, before he could stop himself.If seeing Max’s face had been enough to shove his own sexuality into the light, this might knock him out cold.Jamie swallowed hard, pretty sure he was staring. Pretty sure he was drooling. He took another step back, heel catching on the edge of a bench, the room tilting slightly as his bo

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Full Access

    A few weeks later, Jamie sat on a hard plastic seat in the back of Intro to Media Reporting, trying not to yawn. His friend, Ava, sat beside him, already organized, color‑coded tabs peeking out of her notebook. They’d ended up in most of the same classes this semester, close enough now that Jamie automatically took the seat next to her without thinking.The room smelled faintly of dry erase markers and burnt coffee. It was one of those early-semester classes that still felt provisional, everyone half-watching the professor, half-watching each other, laptops open but attention drifting.Professor Klein stood at the front, sleeves rolled up, glasses perched low on his nose. He had the kind of energy that suggested he actually liked teaching undergrads, which Jamie both admired and feared.“All right,” Klein said, clapping his hands once. “This semester isn’t theoretical. It’s practical. You’re not just learning how to report—you’re going to be doing real work.”Jamie straightened a litt

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