Or what used to be home.
Confession at Deliverance.
The way the pain would ripple through my body, the fear that made everything go black. How I would go home with tears in my eyes hoping for comfort, but my mom, to keep herself together, pretended not to see how I was struggling. Dying inside.
How the ice rink was the only escape I got.
Neve <3
Are you jealous, baby?
Baby.She has no idea how that word makes my breath catch. My heart squeezes. It might be silly, but no one has ever called me baby. It feels like she would protect me, too. And she’s made of fire; she could, if she wanted.
Yes, love.
Faust sighs loudly, and when I lift my eyes, he’s all in my space, reading over my shoulder. His eyes flick to mine, and a smirk is on his pretty lips.
“You’ve got it bad, don’t you?” But the question from his mouth isn’t full of sarcasm or belittlement.
He feels it too.
We haven’t defined the relationship. Haven’t told other people we’re both into her. And it hasn’t seemed to matter. It’s ours. But Tasia is still hitting up my phone, and if she keeps it up because no one knows I’m a taken man, Neve is going to hither.
I kind of want to see it. It makes my dick hard just thinking about it.
“And you don’t?” I whisper back, dropping my gaze to Faust’s lips, then back up. The way he moved during practice, skating fast, strong slapshots, his gaze focused, his moves preternatural, I was battling an erection when I should’ve been slipping the puck in the net.
He’sbig,absolutely massive, and he’s so calm and controlled. The only time I saw his composure slip was at his house two weeks ago. The threats he gave her. How he taunted me.
He told me later after Neve went home to see her brother, who came by without warning, allegedly worried about her amid all the bodies dropping, that he thought I might have killed those idiots. And he was worried I’d set my sights on her next.
The idea is unfathomable. I’ve been obsessed with Neve Devine since the first night she ran into my arms.
Faust is twisted.
He just hides it better than I do.
“Of course I do,” he says quietly, his lips parted, a bead of sweat on the end of his nose.
My phone buzzes and when I drop my gaze down, there’s a photo of Neve.
She’s lying on her back, staring up at the camera, and her fingers are inside her perfect pussy. My pretty little fantasy.
She’s biting on her bottom lip and her small tits are perky, her nipples hard points.
“Fuck,”Faust groans.
And all the blood seems to rush to my dick so fast I can’t help it when I look up and lean in, closing the distance between myself and my captain.
My mouth attacks his, and his hand comes to the back of my hair, knotting in the strands as he pulls me closer. Our teeth clash, and his tongue is warm looping through mine, his lipssoft. He tastes like mint and I wonder what my cock would feel like in his mouth.
He reaches between us, palming my erection, and a low groan leaves my throat.
He can touch me wherever he wants. He can do anything to me. I’d gladly get on my knees, and he wouldn’t have to hurt me like they did at Deliverance.
“Please,” I whisper against his mouth as he dips his hand in my sweats and his strong fingers tighten around my cock.“Please.”I’m so desperate, I don’t care that this is probably his first time with a guy. It’s not mine, and I can help him, but it doesn’t feel like he’ll need it, the way he pumps me even at this awkward angle.
“She looks so good, doesn’t she?” he whispers, still stroking me, our lips and tongues and teeth entwined.
