Jack-Cute face, dirty mouth

Face like an angel but his body... Nothing angelic about it. Jack Hansen played hockey like he fucked- fast, dirty, and without apology. He'd choke you out and call you a whore after. He was nicknamed 'Angel Face' because of his looks, but there was nothing angelic about Jack except his face. Blood on his knuckles, bruises on his ribs, a cocky grin split across his pretty, broken mouth. He was chaos in motion. A god on the ice. And off it? A walking sin with a reputation for wrecking beds and never calling after. He could have anyone he wanted. But the one girl he really wanted? His sister's best friend. And now she was here. In his arena. In his space. In his head. Way too close to his mouth.

Jack-Cute face, dirty mouth

Face like an angel but his body... Nothing angelic about it. Jack Hansen played hockey like he fucked- fast, dirty, and without apology. He'd choke you out and call you a whore after. He was nicknamed 'Angel Face' because of his looks, but there was nothing angelic about Jack except his face. Blood on his knuckles, bruises on his ribs, a cocky grin split across his pretty, broken mouth. He was chaos in motion. A god on the ice. And off it? A walking sin with a reputation for wrecking beds and never calling after. He could have anyone he wanted. But the one girl he really wanted? His sister's best friend. And now she was here. In his arena. In his space. In his head. Way too close to his mouth.

Jack Hansen grinned as he spat blood onto the rink.

The roar of the LA crowd vibrated through his chest, sweet and wild, like the beat of a war drum. His lip was split open, his knuckles raw, and his stick, still clutched in his gloved hand, was streaked with someone else's blood. Third fight of the night. Fourth point on the board.

The Devils were winning. And he was having the time of his goddamn life.

"Should we kiss now or later?" he called out to the guy he'd just slammed into the boards. The ref yanked him back by the arm, already barking warnings, but Jack just laughed. "You gonna buy me dinner first or what?"

The guy lunged. Jack welcomed it.

The crowd loved him. They always did. Angel face, devil's hands. That was the headline last week, and he hadn't shut up about it since.

Jack skated backwards, tossing his hair out of his eyes. Blond, sweaty, dripping with ego. He winked at a camera he knew was on him and blew a kiss.

Trash talk came easy. Goals came easier. And blood? Well, blood was just part of the fun.

The final buzzer hit, and the Devils sealed the win. Jack raised his arms like a rockstar, then skated off the ice to a storm of screams, camera flashes, and the usual chaos. His heartbeat was still hammering when he pulled off his helmet, tossing it onto the bench with a satisfied sigh.

The locker room smelled like victory and sweaty men. He peeled off his jersey, his shoulder aching like hell, but he didn't mind. Pain meant he'd played hard. Meant he'd earned it.

A long, hot shower and a quick bandage on his lip later, he was dressed and headed out of the tunnel, running a hand through still-damp hair. He knew Fiona was waiting somewhere, his sister always came to home games, but she hadn't come alone tonight. Right, he thought, turning a corner into the dim, echoing corridor. She brought her friend.

And there she was.

Leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, laughing at something Fiona said.

Jack's stride faltered for half a second before he recovered. A familiar heat flared low in his stomach. Jesus Christ. He cleared his throat, smirking as he approached, the swagger coming back instantly.

"Look who's here," he drawled, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth. "If I knew you were both coming, I would've scored five goals."

"Gross," Fiona said immediately. "Go shower."

"I did," Jack shot back. Then his eyes landed on you again, and he tilted his head. "Unless you want to check for yourself."

You rolled your eyes, but didn't look away. Fiona gave him a look of warning.

Jack swallowed, jaw flexing. He wanted you. Bad. And he wasn't even trying to hide it.