He keeps going, hitting me with an open hand, then he grabs the belt off his jeans and uses that on my thighs, my ass, even the tops of my shoulders when he bends me over the edge of the bed. By the time he’s done, I’m red and raw and panting, my cock leaking.
“Good boy,” he murmurs into my neck as I finally surrender control to him.
He spits on his hand, and strokes himself once, before lining his cock up and thrusting into me with one deep move.
I cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets. He’s brutal. Each thrust timed with a slap across my thigh or a pull on my hair.
“You feel that?” he grits out, slamming into me. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
I moan, fucking back against him. “Always yours.”
His hand slides around and tightly wraps my throat as he fucks me harder before dragging me up so I’m flush to his chest. His other hand finds my cock, jerking it hard and fast while he drives into me.
“You better come before I do, Riv,” he growls. “Or I’ll fuck you all over again.”
I shatter, clenching around him as I cry out his name. My cum hits the sheets as he slams in one last time and curses.
Neither of us move for a minute, then he eases out and kisses the side of my neck. He slaps my ass hard again and mutters, “Round two’s in ten.”
I grin. “Better make it five.”
Chapter Seven
Leila
I grip the steering wheel tighter as I turn off Route 9 onto the gravel road leading to the old quarry. This is insane. The rational part of my brain keeps listing all the reasons this is a terrible idea. I’m meeting three strangers in the middle of nowhere, all because they dared me. Apparently, I have zero life skills. It’s me alone with unknown men in an isolated location.
But at the very least, I know they play on my brother’s team, so I should be safe.
Then there’s the other part of my brain, the part that’s never been so excited. All week, every time my phone lit up with a message from GlowStick, Harry, or Breadstick, I felt a buzz.
I have to keep reminding myself that these are my brothers’ teammates. It has to be them. The timing at the party, the way GlowStick knew exactly who I was—it all points to members of Stormhaven hockey team. Which means this is exactly the kind of situation my brothers have been warning me about my entire life. But that makes it so much more exciting.
“Hockey players are trouble, Leila. They think they’re entitled to whatever they want.”
“Don’t get involved with anyone on the team. It never ends well.”
“You’re off limits to anyone who plays hockey, and they know it.”
I laugh aloud because after all their warnings—which I know come from a good place after what happened last year—here I am, driving toward three hockey players in masks, and my brothers have no idea. They’d lose their absolute minds if they knew what I was doing right now.
But that’s exactly why I can’t let this go beyond these anonymous encounters. Whatever this is—this game, this chase, this weird tension that makes my stomach flip every time one of them texts—has to stay contained. A moment of silent rebellion I can tuck away and never mention again, as I have to continue to see these guys a lot.
The gravel crunches under my tires as I pull into the small clearing next to the quarry. I can see why people come here to hook up; it’s so isolated you could scream and no one would hear you. Once I park and turn off the engine, my phone buzzes.
GlowStick
You here?
I look around the empty clearing, seeing nothing but shadows and trees.
Kane
Just got here. Where are you?
Breadstick
Close
