Page 1 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

PROLOGUE

RILEY

Three Years Earlier

I took a deep breath, finding comfort in the warm familiarity of his musky scent after the thrill ride that had us both still panting for air.

Cam’s eyes were closed, but his long, black lashes quirked as he abruptly held his breath.

As I lifted my gaze to his tousled, black hair, tingling ran straight into my toes and I curled them, swallowing down a moan that was bursting with pleasure. He exhaled with a groan, exhausted from his acrobatics. I’d never realized how bendy our bodies were until Cam pushed us to our limits. Warmth was still rising and splashing through me. And it would keep tingling for the rest of the day. Hell, I’d still feel it tomorrow, no doubt.

I loved our Sundays.

They were unofficial, but you couldn’t find a more predictable thing in my calendar. It was the same every week.

What’s up?

Not much. Just hanging.

Alone?

You know it.

Silence. He was texting, erasing, texting again.

Wanna come over?

On my way.

And every Sunday morning, while my parents and my brother were at church, Cameron took me to hell and back. Every Sunday, we acted like we’d just thought of it.

We didn’t talk about what it meant, but we didn’t have to. There had never been that much need for us to talk. I knew what drove him out of his home and what he was running from. And guess what? I loved that I was his shelter from the storm. He ran to me. Whenever the shouting was too much to take, he found his quiet place next to me.

Cam quirked up one corner of his lips as I ran my fingers down his bare, sculpted torso. I’d been looking at that torso for longer than I could remember. I’d gazed at it since I knew I preferred male torsos. Maybe longer. Sharing the locker room all our lives meant I’d seen him stripping down to his underwear practically since the day we’d met. And even more so since our first hockey practice. But it was only ten months ago that I’d seen him this way. Open. Willing. Up close.

My fingertips traced the middle of his six pack all the way to the edge of the cover that was over his crotch.

Cam shared a wolfish grin. “Don’t tell me you’re horny already.”

I so fucking was. The truth of it stretched my lips wide and I looked away from his deep brown eyes just as they touched my face. “No,” I insisted, my voice cracking.

Cam snorted. “Right. And I believe you.”

“I’m not,” I said, mock firmly.

He shoved his hand under the sheet and found me swelling. I throbbed at his touch and Cam laughed out loud. “Liar.”

“I didn’t lie,” I said. “You used your voodoo witchcraft to get me hard.”

“Voodoo witchcraft?” he asked, incredulous. “They’re called abs, dude.”

“They’re called abs, dude,” I mocked him.

He only laughed harder. “You’d know if you bothered to actually work out, bro,” he teased.

I punched his shoulder, showing him the power of my training. Besides, if all we had done today in my bed wasn’t considered a power-workout, I didn’t know what could be. Our laughter died down and Cam exhaled slowly, looking at the ceiling.

I closed my eyes and waited. Any moment now, he would ask me to fire up my PlayStation and play Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order. He would then proceed to complain that the game was made with only one point of view and that it was acting morally superior to the order-bringing Empire. To which I would act horrified that I would have sex with a Palpatine supporter.