Until I Get You (Fairview Hockey, #1)

by Claire Contreras

They thought their threats would silence you, but your courage is deafening.

Nash and Drew.

Who tf are all these people??? Itd be helpful if he were to elaborate on who these people are instead of just saying their names like i know who they are... Liam, aaron, nash, and drew??? Who tf are they to you?????

So, everyone wanted a piece of me, especially the women.

Kinda hate him already

she reached my eyes, and all I could think was holy fuck. They were brown. I’d seen countless brown eyes in my life, but hers felt different in a way I couldn’t quite describe. They seemed to hold a vortex, a black hole that threatened to hook and drown you.

Me when

I couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl—ignoring me and acting like I was nobody.

You are to us bc youve given us NOTHING other than vain my dude

Was she one of those people who wanted to be chased? If so, good fucking luck. Chasing after someone was a foreign concept to me

Oh my god hes annoying me

“‘Not

How does this even happen

She looked like she’d knee me in the balls if I touched her.

Each year, the captain of the hockey team picked a random number, and that was the amount of women each player on the team had to fuck that season. If you didn’t participate and bowed out of Dibs, you had to put $100 in the pot. If you failed to reach the number of women, you also had to put $100 in the pot.

That is repulsing.

she was wearing a t-shirt with Harry Styles’ face that was so big that it probably fit me loosely.

Oh i LOVE her

I tossed my empty bottle in the recycling bin a couple of steps away

This is the only thing he has done that made me not hate him btw

What they looked like underneath their clothes and how wet their cunt would be when I slid my dick into it intrigued me, but that was it. Once I’d had sex with a woman once or twice, the illusion was gone. Twice was my limit. Women started getting attached the third time.

He seriously grosses me out so bad

When I got there, she’d been curled up on the couch, reading a book. I’d asked her a few questions about it, which she ignored, so I’d swiped it out of her hands to gain her attention.

I would have slapped him.

“Why don’t you want to go?” “Because I don’t like people.”

Shes so real

“Secondly, I like sex as much as I like people.”

I love her

Her socials were set to private, and I’d already requested her on every single one, even the ones I didn’t use. She hadn’t accepted any of them.

“One, if you break her heart, she’ll never, and I mean ever, give you a second shot,” she said. It seemed like an obvious one. “Two, you know those girls who like to play hard to get?” She waited until I nodded. “Lyla is hard to get, but man, when she opens up, she’s just. . .she’s honestly one of my favorite people on the planet.”

“Lyla is off the table unless you want to lose your fingers. I’m not fucking around.”

I didn’t know how, but I would have Lyla James or die trying. For the first time in four years, I was going to put $100 into the dibs collection, and I didn’t even care.

He knew as well as I did that tonight wasn’t a good time for us to interact. He had been friends with Luke and missed him as much as I did.

Something about him spoke to me on a level I couldn’t quite understand.

I was starved for her. Not just her body, but her. Her attention, her secrets, her smiles, her laughter. Anything. Everything. I wanted to break inside her brain and rummage through her memories, worries, fears, likes, and dislikes. Fucking everything.

I was dying to kiss her. I wouldn’t, though. I wasn’t sure what she was sad about, but I assumed it had to do with her mother’s car accident, and I didn’t want her to link the memory of our kiss to that.

Every version of Lyla James fascinated me, but this was my favorite.

I wanted to kiss her more than I’d ever wanted to kiss anyone in my entire life. I wouldn’t unless she initiated it, but fuck, I wanted to.

I left the guest house and shut the door, but I didn’t try to catch up with her. I let her walk back into the tent by herself. Something told me she needed that.

“What she said about your smile was my favorite part.” Weird.“Why?” “Because you don’t give it up freely.” He met my gaze. “But when you do, it’s fucking magical.”

Marissa, being the best friend that she was, attended both parties for an hour and then came over to mope with me.

she just pulled the unopened tequila toward us. I’d bet money she’d requested one bottle to be left sealed. I’d always been adamant about things like that.

“You’re never impossible to be around,” she said, searching my eyes. “You’re my sister and you’re going through a lot of shit. I’ll always be there.”

When Prescott saw me, his jaw dropped. It was his reaction when he saw me anywhere these days, but I was sure that wearing this outfit like this to a crowded party was the main reason for his disbelief. He ran around the table and lifted me in the air, like we were in Dirty Dancing, before setting me back on my feet.

I kinda love him

Prescott told us to wait for a second and ran off. When he returned, he was holding cans of beer.

Aweee

“We’re not together. We’ve never even. . .it’s fine. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

I read this in bella swans voice icl

“I fucking did. As soon as you walked away and disappeared into the crowd, I stood up and looked for you everywhere. When I finally found you, you were playing beer pong. I watched you the entire time from the kitchen window like a fucking stalker because I didn’t want to miss a second of it.”

he cradled my head to his chest and hugged me. Lachlan Duke, who had a revolving door of women, hugged me. I should have been offended that he didn’t make a move, but then he kissed the top of my head as he held me, and the only thing I could think about was how fast his heart was beating, how warm his skin felt against my naked back, and how good he smelled.

“God, Lyla James,” he breathed against my head. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?”

“How much did you drink?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does ...

“What, you don’t hook up with d...

“Not unless I’m also drunk,” he said, searching my eyes. “And you’re n...

Lach kept his eyes on mine the entire time,

He didn’t kiss me last night, but he remained glued to my side the rest of the night. His hand on my lower back as we spoke to his teammates. His fingers brushing against mine

His arm flush against my side when we were standing around. His wide stance caging me when he sat on the edge of the couch, and I remained standing. It felt like a warning to every other guy at that party. And I freaking liked it. Loved it.

“I’m scared.” “We’re almost out of here.” She squeezed my hand. “God, I can’t wait to leave.” I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I think I’ll even smile more once we’re gone.”

I loved flowers. They were one of the few things that still brought me genuine happiness.

My black heart turned red and pumped harder when he looked at me like that — like I was the only person he wanted to look at in this universe.

“Are you going to kiss me now?” I whispered.

“I’ve been dying to fucking kiss you.”

“Then do it.” I grabbed his t-shirt and pu...