All Chapters of Pucked On Ice : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RivenThe world spun in a haze of fire and shadows as Kael's tongue finally pulled away from my ass, leaving me trembling and soaked, every nerve ending screaming for more, but now it was my turn to worship him, to claim back the control in this twisted dance of desire. My mind was a storm of dark cravings, his taste still lingering on my lips, making me feel feral and possessive, making me want to devour him whole under the dimming sky.I shoved him back against the hood of the car, my hands rough on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.“Now it's your turn, you fucking tease,” I growled, my voice hoarse and laced with that raw edge of obsession.He smirked down at me, his cock hard and throbbing, begging for my touch, and I couldn't wait—I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, fisting it with a brutal grip, my fingers squeezing from base to tip, jerking him off with long, twisting strokes that made his hips buck and a guttural moan tear from his throat.“Fuck, Riven, ea

RivenThe house felt very quiet when I stepped inside. The silence pressed on me after the intensity of the day — the long drive, the sunset we never really saw, and everything that happened on the hood of Kael’s car. I stood in the living room for a moment, staring at the small mess I had left behind: a few dishes in the sink, clothes tossed over the couch, my bag still lying where I dropped it earlier.Sighing, I forced myself to clean up. I washed the dishes, folded the clothes, and wiped down the counters. The simple tasks helped ground me a little. When everything looked decent again, I made myself a cup of warm chamomile tea with honey, hoping it would settle my nerves.I stared at the small bottle of sleeping pills I kept in the kitchen drawer. I hadn’t needed them much before, but ever since that awful game, sleep had become difficult. My mind wouldn’t shut off — the missed shots, my teammates’ disappointment, my father’s cold face when he found the suppressants… it all kept r

KaelDuring the photoshoot, I couldn’t let it go.I kept pressing him, even while the cameras were flashing. “Riven, talk to me,” I whispered between shots. “Did I do something wrong? You’re ignoring me. You’re acting completely different, and it’s killing me. Please, just tell me what’s going on.”He wouldn’t look at me. His jaw was tight, his eyes distant. The more I pushed, the more he shut down.Then, without warning, Riven stepped back from the set. “I’m done,” he said flatly. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there like an idiot in front of everyone. The hurt hit me hard — sharp and deep. I tried to hide it, but I knew my expression had cracked.They quickly brought in another player to pair with me. I went through the motions, but my heart wasn’t in it. Every few seconds, my eyes kept drifting back to Riven. He was standing on the side, arms crossed, face turned completely away from me. Not once did he look in my direction.It hur

RivenThat afternoon, I was scrolling mindlessly on my phone when the headlines hit me like a slap.“Vipers Star Kael Dravin Arrested for DUI Following Poor Performance”“Rising Talent Kael Dravin in Trouble After Disastrous Game – Alcohol Involved”My heart dropped. I sat frozen on the couch, staring at the articles and blurry photos of Kael being put into a police car. He looked drunk, lost, and completely broken. The comments were brutal — calling him reckless, a disappointment, and saying he was throwing his career away.Guilt crashed over me like a wave.This is my fault.I had pushed him away yesterday. I had told him it was over and slammed the door in his face. And now he was in this mess. Because of me.My thumb hovered over his contact name for what felt like forever. I had promised the anonymous person I would stay away. No contact. No nothing. But… one call wouldn’t hurt, right? Just to know if he was okay.I pressed call.It rang. And rang. No answer.I tried again. Strai

KaelThe moment I stepped off that stage, everything felt surreal.The flashing cameras, the shouting reporters, the chaos. It all blurred into background noise as I walked straight out the back exit. Security cleared a path for me, but I didn’t look at anyone. I didn’t say a word. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else.I got into my car, slammed the door shut, and for a long moment, I just sat there with my hands gripping the steering wheel. My split lip still stung. My head was killing me. But none of that compared to the emptiness I felt inside.I had just resigned. Live. In front of the whole world.I pulled out my phone. The screen was flooded with notifications —missed calls from my father, teammates, agents, and sponsors. Messages from friends, from journalists, from strangers. I couldn’t deal with any of it.I turned the phone off completely and tossed it into the passenger seat.I didn’t want to hear anyone’s disappointment. I didn’t want to explain