My Gay Rival Wants Me Kneeling: A Steamy MM Hockey Collar Obedience Romance

I have spent my whole career making sure no one gets close enough to see what I really need. Heath Vesper changed that the moment our hands collided on the ice during that penalty kill. Now every game feels like foreplay to something I cannot name.

The debt our team carries has us working together in secret, every practice a test of who will give in first. I can feel the weight of the collar he keeps ready, the one that would mark me as his in the dim light of the equipment room where no one else can see. The owner is already circling, ready to pull one of us out if this secret breaks.

He stands between me and the door now, the buckle open in his fingers and the promise of what comes after hanging in the air between us. One word from him and I know I will drop.