𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐄 ' 𝐒    𝐏 𝐎 𝐕

The last time I was a spectator at one of Roman's hockey games, I was on an awful blind date. Now I have voluntarily come to one of his games.

How times change.

Octavia screams to Isaiah, banging on the plexiglass separating the bleachers from the rink. She shouts instructions and happily curses out the other side. Cara glances over to me and raises an eyebrow. I chuckle, shaking my head at Tavia's reaction.

She looks over as if sensing our astonishment at seeing her like this for the first time and she gives a sheepish smile before shrugging and sitting back down.

"I've been a hockey girlfriend for two and a half years now. This is what happens," Tavia points to herself, making us laugh.

"You become a crazy bitch?" Cara questions and Tavia slaps her arm. "Those guys flinched! You made actual hockey players flinch."

"It was a foul!"

A voice pipes up from the row behind us. "Hey! Can you pipe down?"

Tavia turns around. "This is a hockey game. If you don't want noise, don't be here."

The guy grumbles before focusing back on the game and Tavia turns around satisfied with herself. I shake my head before pulling my teddy coat jacket around my body to keep me warm. Especially since we're sitting closer to the ice at the front of the bleachers.

The crowd cheers as Miles scores and even laughs when he skates backwards attempting to do the moonwalk on skates. Roman's smile shows through his helmet before he slaps Miles upside the head and skates past. His eyes lock with mine for a brief moment, surprise running through his eyes as if he didn't expect me to show.

"I wonder what your dad would say if he knew you were watching a hockey game," Cara questions and I shoot her a glare.

"Probably make me sit through hours of his old football tapes until I promised never to betray him again." I scoff, remembering how he used to do that.

Octavia raises her eyebrow. "Really?"

"It's his method of punishment. My brother Aaron was never into football. When he was starting high school told my dad he wanted to try lacrosse. My dad made him watch his football tapes to show how football is a real sport." I put quotation gestures at the end. "Then I snuck out to a party one night and had to get picked up from the police station because I was really drunk, and he made me watch them."

"How many hours does he make you watch?" Tavia questions.

"He wouldn't let Aaron leave once for a whole day. That was when Aaron took the car for a joyride when he was learning to drive. My mum eventually got Aaron out of there." I chuckle, shaking my head.

"At least he didn't force any of you to play the sport." Cara shrugs and I nod my head.

"Yeah, he was always supportive when Aaron didn't want to play football and find his own path. I also think he's secretly hoping Lucas will play one day."

"I can see that. His eyes light up at the game," Cara comments, and I smile at my little brother's antics.

"Mom and dad have signed him up to play after school. He starts this week and is excited about it. She even sent me a picture of him in all the gear they've got him," I explain before taking my phone out to show them and they 'aww'.

A tap on the glass gets our attention and Isaiah blows a kiss to Octavia before skating off...getting a lot of abuse from the coach. The three of us laugh at his antics and make fun of her blushing cheeks.

She slaps Cara's hand away. "Shut up."

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My back leans against Roman's truck outside of the hockey arena, with my jacket wrapped tightly around me. My eyes flicker to the people walking past and the cars driving away, since the game ended not too long ago. As people leave, I see a few of the players also coming out and heading back to the hockey house where a party is happening.

Cara and Octavia headed over there, while I wait for Roman and the awkward conversation we're about to have. Seeing the doors to the arena open, I look over and see the three guys heading out of the arena and this way. Miles points over and Roman looks over, his eyes locking with mine as I remain leaned against his truck.

"How'd you like watching hockey? Feel like you're coming to the dark side?" Isaiah questions as they all come to stand in front of me.

I snort. "Please, the only good side is seeing figure skater here getting smashed into the glass."

"I'm right here," Roman comments, and I shrug before looking at Miles and Isaiah.

"You two heading to the party?"

They nod their heads as they throw their gym bags into the back of Isaiah's car and Miles speaks up. "Yeah, you two stopping by later?"

"If I don't murder him, sure." I shrug and they chuckle. Meanwhile Roman rolls his eyes. Roman says goodbye to the guys as they get in and drive away before he turns to me. "Hey."

"Hey, enjoy the game?" Roman questions as he fiddles with the gym bag strap.

"Yeah, although I was surprised Octavia gets so into the game. I thought she was going to fight the guy behind us."

"She goes very hardcore. Coach has told Isaiah she needs to calm it," Roman laughs and I nod, believing that's something he'd do. "Ready to go?"

"Where are we going?" I ask as I get into the passenger side of the truck, and he goes around to the driver's side.

"Well, this is probably not the best place to talk in case it turns into a screaming match. We can head to the frozen pond. It's not too far," He says as he turns on the truck and puts on the heating.

Pulling away from the parking lot, we remain silent. My eyes remain locked on the side window, watching everything as it passes by and his remains focused on the road. Soon enough, the route becomes familiar as he drives to the wooded area with the ice pond. He parks up with the view of the iced over pond through the windshield. Roman sighs, leaning back in his seat before looking over to me.

"So, the other night," Roman begins and I already want to run. "Ok, look, being straight. It was just sex, right? We had a lot of pent up anger and it was the best way to get it out."

"Exactly. Just sex, no feelings whatsoever, unless you count the feeling of hate," I shrug, and he chuckles. We sit for a few moments in silence, as if taking in the fact we both agreed it's only sex. I look over at him. "Cara thinks we should carry on."

Roman nods. "The guys too."

"Isn't that awkward? Having sex with each other, we have to work together both in class, on the professor's team and with the youth hockey team." I turn in the seat.

"It's already awkward, Hollywood. You avoided me for the past few days," Roman states.

"Yeah, well, when you sleep with the guy who pisses you off and vice versa, it's awkward." I throw my hands up in the air.

"We rile each other up a lot. What do you usually do when I piss you off? I usually end up at the skating rink or gym," Roman confesses.

"Say I hate Roman King twenty times over," I mutter, and he glares at me. "Mine isn't as violent as yours, I read. Believe it or not, fictional men are better."

"Nerd." Roman coughs and I slap his arm. "Not as violent? Sure."

"So, what? We keep having sex to get out our pent-up frustration for each other?" I ask, and he nods. "Ok fine, but no feelings, no lovey-dovey crap."

"Easier for me than you. Girls get feelings easier," Roman shrugs and my jaw drops.

"Trust me, I'd throw myself under a bus if that happened," I scoff. "Guys can catch them quicker, you know."

"In what universe? The only time I've seen that happen is Miles...and there's still no proof he's human," Roman says and I roll my eyes.

"What is with guys and having the whole macho thing? You know it's not a crime to catch feelings for a girl first—"

Roman's lips connecting with mine cuts me off. His hand cups my cheek as he presses his lips against mine to shut me up. Accepting the kiss, I instantly deepen it as I move my arm to rest over his shoulder and bring his head closer to mine.

He removes his hand from my cheek and moves it to squeeze my leg before pulling on it. Getting the hint, I pull my lips from his before climbing over the console and onto his lap.

"Ow!" I rub my head that hit the top of his truck and he laughs at me. "Asshole."

Cutting him off before he can speak, I move my head to kiss his neck. His hands get rid of my coat before he places them under my sweater, touching my bare skin as he slides it up. I feel his hard erection poking through his jeans and mine.

He moves my sweater up and I stop kissing his neck so he can remove my top and I pull his up, throwing it onto the passenger seat as well. It doesn't take long before he flicks my bra open and pulls it off. As soon as it is, his lips attach to my left breast while his hand squeezes my other.

I throw my head back and moan as he pleasures me with his mouth on my breasts, which he learned the first time about how sensitive they are and what it does to me.

Reaching down between us, I undo his belt and unzip his jeans before I also undo mine. Managing to lift myself up and pull down my jeans and lace thong. He lifts as I help him move his jeans and boxers down as his hard dick springs free.

"Condom?" I question and his hand moves around to the glove box, pulling one out.

I take it off him and he watches as I roll it on his dick. Placing my hands on his shoulders and his grip on my waist, I lower down onto him, both moaning at the feeling.

As soon as he's fully in and I've adjusted, I start to rock back and forth on his lap. Our moans fill his truck as I do, and he kisses my neck. My breasts ache heavily with need and as if sensing this, his hands reach up to squeeze them both and play with them.

Pushing my hands into his hair, I move up and down as our moans surround us. His hands go back to my waist as he helps me keep up my fast pace, yet his eyes are glued to my bouncing breasts right in front of his face. His hips move with mine, him pushing up, helping me bounce on his lap.

"Roman," I moan with pleasure as he slams up into me. His hands happily roam every exposed inch of me and even moves his hand down between us. Rubbing my exposed clit has me whimpering from the feeling of his fingers and his length at the same time.

"Fuck Lia," Roman groans as I push my breasts into his face and lower my breast down into his open mouth, which he happily teases. A hand reaches behind me to squeeze my exposed ass and a resounding sound of a slap echoes through the truck, getting a scream of pleasure to leave my lips. "Come on, cum for me."

At his command, I rest my head in his neck as I push up and down on him as we start to climax. Soon enough we're both moaning each other's names as we reach our highs together.

I slump down against his body as we finish, and our pants fill the air. The windows are steamed up and after a few moments of only our harsh breathing being the only sound in the truck, Roman speaks up.

"Shit, I'm gonna get hard every time I'm in my truck."

Pulling back and running my hand through my hair, I look at him. "You know, Cara will still be at the party. If you feel like using a bed this time.

He doesn't even think before he pulls out and places me back on the passenger seat as we quickly change to go back to mine for round two.

And three...and four.

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𝐀 𝐔 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑    𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐄

「We have a rivals with benefits situation on our hands! 

How are we liking the story so far? I can't believe 17 chapters are already out, it doesn't feel like that long ago I started publishing them. I have to admit rivals with benefits is now my new favourite trope.

For those of you who didn't see my authors note, next update will be on Tuesday, as I go away tomorrow and come back Monday so I won't have time to publish the chapter. 」