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Hat Trick

An MMM Hockey Romance
Chicago Cobras Book 1 • by Jax Wilder

Pairing: MMM
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Scorching
Tropes: Polyamory, Forced Proximity, Age Gap, Praise Kink, Virgin, Size Difference

A struggling NHL line. Two secret lovers. One rookie who changes everything. They were supposed to find chemistry on the ice. They found it in the bedroom instead.

Theo Ashford is the Golden Boy—twenty-one, third overall pick, and drowning in imposter syndrome. Traded to Chicago to “inject life” into a failing first line, he’s got everything to prove and no idea how to do it. Especially when his veteran linemates look at him like he’s a problem they didn’t ask for.

Callum “Cal” Reeves is the captain—a fortress of control who’s spent two years hiding a secret relationship with his right winger. The last thing he needs is a rookie with green eyes and zero boundaries threatening everything they’ve built.

Rhys Maddox is chaos incarnate—all ink, impulse, and barely contained fire. He’s been Cal’s anchor and Cal’s been his, but something about the new kid keeps pulling his attention in directions it shouldn’t go.

When Coach forces them to share a suite on a road trip to “build chemistry,” Theo discovers their secret—and makes a confession of his own. What starts as instruction becomes obsession. What starts as possession becomes love. But in a league that’s not ready for them, their relationship could cost Theo everything: his Rookie of the Year chances, his reputation, and the two men he’s fallen for.

You’ll love this if you enjoy:

• ✓ MMM romance with two Doms and one bratty sub
• ✓ “We weren’t supposed to want him, but now we can’t stop”
• ✓ Virgin hero who discovers exactly what he needs
• ✓ Praise kink, size difference, and possessive heroes
• ✓ Noble sacrifice breakup with EPIC grovel
• ✓ The “real” hat trick (IYKYK)

Hat Trick is a full-length (50,000+ word) MMM hockey romance featuring two dominant veterans, one bratty rookie learning to submit, explicit content including double penetration, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Book 1 in the Chicago Cobras series.

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Dead Weight

The ice smelled like failure.

Theo Ashford gripped his stick and tried to remember a time when stepping onto the rink didn’t feel like walking into his own execution. Six weeks ago, maybe. Before he’d been traded to Chicago. Before he’d been slotted onto a line with two veterans who looked at him like he was gum stuck to the bottom of their skates.

The United Center practice facility was empty except for the Cobras’ first line and a skeleton coaching staff. Six in the morning. January cold seeping through the boards despite the industrial heaters. Theo’s breath plumed in front of his face as he settled into position at center ice.

Callum Reeves was already in place at left wing. The captain. Thirty-two years old, six-foot-four, two hundred and forty-five pounds of muscle and disapproval. He had the kind of face that belonged on a wanted poster—hard jaw, harder eyes, a neatly trimmed beard that did nothing to soften the permanent scowl carved into his features. His nickname was “The Wall,” and Theo had never seen anything more accurate. The man was a fortress. Immovable. Unreadable.

Currently, those ice-blue eyes were fixed on Theo like he was calculating exactly how many pieces he could break him into.

Rhys Maddox completed the line at right wing. If Cal was a wall, Rhys was a live wire—all coiled energy and barely contained chaos. Thirty-one, six-two, lean muscle wrapped in sleeve tattoos and attitude. His dark hair fell past his shoulders, perpetually messy, and a thin scar bisected his left eyebrow. He played hockey like he was trying to start a bar fight, and off the ice, he wasn’t much different.

Right now, he was bouncing on his skates, stick tapping an impatient rhythm against the ice. “Sometime today, rookie. Puck’s not gonna move itself.”

Theo clenched his jaw. Rookie. He was twenty-one years old, drafted third overall two years ago, traded to Chicago six weeks ago to “inject life” into a struggling franchise. The Golden Boy, the press called him. Future of the League.

He’d never felt less golden in his life.

Coach Morrison blew the whistle. The drill was simple—breakout, neutral zone transition, odd-man rush. Cal would win the puck in the corner. Rhys would streak down the right side. Theo, at center, was supposed to be the distributor. The playmaker. The guy who saw the ice and made the smart pass.

The problem was, every time he had the puck, his brain short-circuited.

Cal muscled the puck free from the practice defender and fired it to Theo. The pass was crisp, hard, perfectly placed—because of course it was. Everything Cal did was perfect. Theo corralled it at center ice, head up, scanning.

Rhys was open on the right. Wide open. Theo saw him.

Pass it, his brain screamed. Just pass the fucking puck.

But Rhys had called him a virgin two days ago. Said he played like one. And something hot and stupid flared in Theo’s chest—the need to prove himself, to show them he wasn’t just some pretty face they’d been saddled with.

He didn’t pass.

Instead, he tried to deke around the defender. A toe drag, something flashy, something that would make them see him differently.

The defender read it like a children’s book. Poke check. Puck gone. Theo stumbled, caught an edge, and went down hard on his ass.

The slap of a stick against the boards echoed through the empty rink.

“Pass the fucking puck, Ashford.”

Cal’s voice was flat. Not angry—worse. Disappointed. Like Theo wasn’t even worth the energy of real emotion.

Rhys skated past, close enough that Theo felt the wind of it. “Pretty boy wants to be a hero. Too bad he plays like a virgin.”

There it was again. That word. Theo’s face burned beneath his helmet. His hands were shaking inside his gloves, and he prayed to God neither of them could see it.

He pushed himself up. Skated back to position. Didn’t say a word.

The drill reset. And reset. And reset.

Theo fucked it up three more times.

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Frequently Asked Questions

Is Hat Trick spicy?

Very! Heat level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ (Scorching). This is an MMM romance with explicit content including multiple detailed intimate scenes and double penetration. The slow burn builds through forced proximity before exploding in high-heat moments throughout the book.

What is MMM romance?

MMM means a romantic relationship between three men. In Hat Trick, Cal and Rhys are an established couple who bring Theo into their relationship. All three characters are equally important to the story, and the book features scenes with all combinations (Cal/Theo, Rhys/Theo, and all three together).

Is this book part of a series?

Hat Trick is Book 1 in the Chicago Cobras series, but it’s a complete standalone with no cliffhanger. Cal, Rhys, and Theo get their full HEA in this book. Future books will follow other players on the team (including the grumpy goalie Sully and even villain Marcus Webb’s redemption arc).

What tropes are in this book?

Hat Trick features: polyamory (established couple + third), forced proximity (coach makes them share a suite), age gap (32/31 and 21), virgin hero, praise kink, size difference, grumpy/sunshine elements, brat taming, and a noble sacrifice breakup with an epic grovel.

Is there a happily ever after?

Always. Every Fractal Enigma book ends with a guaranteed HEA. Cal, Rhys, and Theo face real obstacles—including a breakup that will break your heart—but they earn their happiness together. No cliffhangers, no unresolved endings.

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