I jumped up and interrupted, “We’ll be fine, Coach. This is just a little sibling rivalry. But we like each other, even if we’re competitive as hell.” I let out a fake chuckle. Wedespisedeach other, but coaches love a healthy rivalry. It makes their men work harder, so let him think that’s what was happening between us rather than the shit show it was.
Cody didn’t say a word. He stared at me with dark eyes that looked thirsty for vengeance. The blood rushed to my crotch, and I felt the tug of it in my pants. I wanted Coach to leave.
Immediately.
Watching Cody on the ice was mesmerizing. I mean, he wasn’t as good as me, but he was still pretty fucking sick. Playing with him got me so worked up. Even after he boarded me, I missed having him out there. I wanted to fight with Cody. The image of throwing him down and seeing his teeth clenched with pain and frustration made me want to do things.
I cleared my throat, assumed an air of nobility, and asked, “Coach Hughes, would it be all right if Cody and I stayed for a bit to talk? We’ll work this out. We’re both committed to this sport, so I know we’ll figure this out with a good heart-to-heart.”
Cody scoffed, and I had to hand it to him for being so fucking real at that moment.
Coach Hughes narrowed his eyes on him, a look of disappointment on his face in response to Cody’s reaction. “I think that’s a good idea. I’ll lock the door from the inside. You’ll be able to get out, but the kids at open skate won’t be able to bust in and make a mess in here.”
I nodded and watched as Coach Hughes left the locker room. My gaze zeroed in on Cody once I heard the door shut.
“Take off your uniform,” I said.
Cody inched closer, his fury permeating the room. His cheeks were crimson, and his jaw quaked as he ground his teeth together. His intensity made me heady. I felt lightheaded, and I couldn’t get enough.
“You don’t tell me what to do. You’re never going to be as good as me. I’ll work harder, skate faster, and be better.” He rushed me, and his hands grabbed me by my jersey and pulled me close. He latched a hand to my throat and whispered, “I’m not pathetic. I’ve worked my whole life to get here. Nothing was ever easy for me, but I still pushed through. You’re a fucking drunk and a bastard.You’rethe pathetic one.”
We stood facing each other for a few beats. I wanted to let him cool down to reel him back in. I understood what I needed to do. I pushed too hard last time and was losing him. If I were going to be Cody’s undoing, I’d have to sprinkle in a little softness to butter him up. He needed a mix of dominance and praise, or he’d avoid me entirely.
I carefully lowered his hand from my neck, took a deep breath, and used my impeccable acting skills to assume the role of contrite stepbrother. “You’re not pathetic,” I said.
He scowled at me, clearly not trusting my newfound compassion.Smart boy.
“You saw me at my worst that night,” I added. “I lashed out. I’m sorry.”
The red in his face drained a little. His eyes flashed something indescribable—something needy, something beautiful.
“No, you’re not pathetic. You’re mine.”
His eyes widened, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“I want you,” I said. “Let me have you.”
His mouth fell open, and the look of hope in his eyes almost broke my heart. Almost.
“Now, take off your uniform like a good boy.”
He shuddered, and the release of tension in his face made my mouth water. To have this kind of power over someone felt euphoric. His body radiated desire, and the chemistry between us was electric.
He did exactly what I asked and slid his jersey over his head, tossing it next to him. My eyes drank in the lines of his tight abs rippling just below his bulky shoulder and chest pads as he took a deep breath. His golden locks were a tangled mess on his head. Even with lust brimming in his eyes, he looked innocent. I wanted to throw him in the mud and take him apart—sink my teeth into him and taste his sweet body. He seemed so perfect—like an angel. I wanted to get him dirty.
He went to lift off his pads, but I stopped him. “Nuh uh. I’ll do it.”
I peeled the pads off his body, revealing his glistening, sweat-soaked skin. I leaned in and licked his shoulder, and he whimpered against my ear. Tasting the salt of his skin was like an aphrodisiac that invaded my body and made me ravenous.
I took him by the arm and said, “Follow me.”
I led him to a support post in a corner of the locker room. The first aid kit hung to my right, I banged it with my fist a few times, and it opened. My hand reached for a roll of cloth bandage, and Cody asked, “Rafael, what are you doing?”
I shushed him and pressed my thumb to his lower lip. “I didn’t say you could talk.”
He mewled as his mouth parted, giving my thumb access. He instinctively started sucking it.Let the training begin.
I grabbed the bandage and inched closer to him so I could whisper in his ear, “Now, I am going to train your throat to take my cock, but, first, you’re going to kneel. Then, I’m tying your hands to this post, and you will do it because you are a good boy.Mygood boy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be an expert cock sucker, and I’ll be so proud of you.” I grazed my teeth against his neck, and he released a low moan.
