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“You’re right. He’s not. The fact is no one is. But she’s happy, and that’s what matters, son. Now step aside before I let your sister rip off your balls.”
“This is bullshit,” Gray mumbles under his breath before aiming his glare at Liam. “Watch your back, King, 'cause I sure as shit won’t be watching it no more.” Then he shoves past him, continuing down the tunnel towards the locker room.
“Good game,” my dad says, turns on his heel, and follows my brother.
Liam spins around on me, his face hard, his teeth grinding together. Great, now he’s pissed off at me.
“What the hell is your problem?” I ask him, folding my arms over my chest.
“Nothing. Go back to the box with yourfriends,” he says, putting extra emphasis on the last word.
“You know what? Fuck you, Liam King. I will go back to my friends. At least they’re not immature asshats with a stadium-size chip on their shoulders,” I yell at him.
“Do whatever you want. You and I both know you’ll be knocking on my door later, begging my cock to fill that sweet little cunt of yours,” he says so low that I barely hear the words. I do hear them though.
“You’re dreaming if you think that’s ever going to happen again.” I laugh. “Argh, I knew I should have stayed away from you and that disease-riddled cock of yours.”
“Diseased? Really, Aliyah? Might want to drop by the clinic then, considering you’ve been riding it nonstop for the last three weeks.” Liam smirks. “You know there’s a closet just down the hall there. We could go inside and angry-fuck the shit out of each other. It’d be hot.” His voice does that thing where it drops an octave.
“You’re serious.” My eyes widen.
“As a heart attack. You’re fucking hot when you’re mad.”
I must be insane, because no less than a second ago, I wanted to kill him myself. And now, I just want to take the bastard up on his offer.
What the hell is wrong with me?
ChapterThirty
Looking at Aliyah right now, it’s hard to even remember what we’re fighting about. I don’t give her time to decide. Taking hold of her hand, I drag her into the closet. I saw an equipment manager coming out of here earlier and immediately tucked the idea of fucking Aliyah against a pile of hockey equipment into the back of my mind. Spinning her around, I press the front of her body up against the door. I always find her tiny, but with the extra height my skates are adding, she’s even fucking smaller than usual.
My hand wraps around her front, inching underneath her jersey. “I fucking hate that you’re wearing another man’s name on your back,” I tell her.
“It’s my brother’s name, Liam, not another man’s.”
“It should be mine. You should be wearing my name, only my name.” I cup her breasts and tweak her nipples through the lace of her bra.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an ass, I would wear your name,” she says. I chuckle as my mouth meets her neck. Aliyah tilts her head to the side, giving me full access to her skin. “Why did you fight that guy?”
“I was pissed off, and he was there,” I tell her.
“Why are you so pissed?” She pushes her ass back into me. I’m still in full uniform. Ever wear a cup with a raging boner? Yeah, it’s not fun.
I step back and undo my pants, letting them drop to the ground before removing my cup and my lucky underwear. “I was irrationally jealous. I’ve never been jealous before, Aliyah. I don’t fucking like it.”
“You were jealous? Of what?” She turns her head to glance at me from over her shoulder.
“My girlfriend was sitting in a box with another man’s arm around her,” I grit out while fisting my cock.
“Your girlfriend, huh? Do I know her? How would she feel about you being in here with me right now?” She smirks.
“Cute.” I step forward again, press up against her, and reach around her waist, looking for the zipper and button on her jeans. Then I slide the fabric down her legs. She kicks off her shoes and steps out of her pants and underwear. Spinning her around, I cup her ass and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around me. “My girlfriend thinks she’s a comedian.”
“Better than being a babysitter to a hockey player who can’t seem to stay out of trouble,” she counters. My lips slam down on hers, hungry for her taste. She moves her hips, pushing her wet pussy up and down my cock.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” I curse under my breath.
“I don’t care. I’m on the pill.”
