Chapter 50 Sylvan
FIFTY
SYLVAN
“She’s so fucking gorgeous.” Faust’s words lick at my brain as I sit beside him in the locker room, our chest pads, helmets, and skates off.
It’s dark in here, because no one else stayed as long as we did after practice.
No doubt Coach Wynon and the other coaches are in their offices, but no one is bugging us.
While it’s still early, if we keep playing like we are, we’re making it into the playoffs, no problem.
I run a hand through my wet hair and glance at Faust’s screen.
A photo of Neve sitting on her canopy bed, her blond hair tumbling around her shoulders, covering her nipples, but we can still see the soft curve of her breasts.
She has her legs crossed, slender and long, and it’s almost enough to make up for the fact I can’t see between her thighs.
Her lips are parted, teeth visible, and she’s looking at the camera like she wants to fuck it.
Me.
But… “Wait, she didn’t send me that.” I clench my teeth as I snatch up my own phone on the bench, just to check, but no.
The last text she sent me was an hour ago, telling me she was good to go out this Thursday night.
Our games are at home, and we can head out early so we’ve got enough sleep for Friday.
I wouldn’t compromise not showing up fully for a game after a night out for any other woman on the planet. But Neve occupies my thoughts completely.
Even though she’s not spent the night at either of our places recently, nor us at hers, and my dick feels broken just thinking of it.
The last time I got to smell her, inhale her precious scent with her bare pussy between us, was the night at Faust’s two weeks ago when I thought for half a heartbeat he had something to do with the murders.
It didn’t make sense. It still wouldn’t.
Neve isn’t the only one lying to the police.
I know what it was now, though. A test. Would I hurt her? Let him murder her?
I passed.
And no one has dropped dead in two weeks, which is a good sign. It means we’re not under a constant cloud of suspicion—not that we’re cleared, I’m sure, because no one has been arrested yet—and we’re allowed to hang out with our girl when we feel like it.
And she could be ours.
Even if she doesn’t quite know what we’re becoming yet.
No one does.
But I’m sure of one thing: They’re both fucking mine.
I send Neve a text as Faust breathes a laugh beside me.
You want Faust to get hurt?
She doesn’t take long to reply, and I’m not surprised. She’s practically imprisoned inside her eerie apartment over the bookstore. It’s why we haven’t had sleepovers, or sex.
Her brother is visiting.
Nolan Devine eats at me. There’s something about him I don’t understand and I don’t like, even though I’ve never met him.
His behavior reminds me of home.
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 hit her.
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’s big, 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 lips soft. 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.
“Yes,” I murmur, my body hot, wanting. “She’s perfect.”
“Her cunt would be so wet if she saw us.” He strokes me harder, faster.
My stomach blooms with heat.
“I want my nose against her hole while I jerk you off,” he says, “both of you watching me. Obeying me.”
Fuck.
I dart my hand out and grip onto his bare shoulder. His muscles are so fucking solid beneath my fingers, it drives me closer. Higher.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Faust says, a command in his tone as he keeps pumping me and I hope to God none of our coaches or our teammates walk in. But then again, maybe I wouldn’t care.
I know what they say about me.
I’m the star kid. The upcoming golden boy.
But I don’t want it like Faust wants it. And that makes it easier. Because I’d follow him and Neve anywhere.
I’d do anything, so long as they’re mine. I’ve stalked him and her for too long.
“You,” I gasp out, and I mean. “You and her. I’m yours.”
“Imagine my tongue fucking her pussy. You slapping those perfect tits that are yours. Imagine spitting on her pretty face as I stand up and jerk my cum into her tight hole.”
Oh, God.
My head is bowed against my arm, my short nails digging into his skin. “I’m so close, Faust. I’m so—”
“We can both knock her up.” It’s just words, but it’ll get me there. “Make her pregnant so she walks around and everyone knows she’s ours. You can put your cum inside her every day and I’ll do it too, so she’s always full of us. Our perfect, bitchy little whore.”
Fuck.
The orgasm explodes through me, cum spraying all over Faust’s hand, inside my sweats, along my inner thigh.
I bite his shoulder to muffle my groan, thoughts of Neve pregnant and me and Faust fucking her at the same time flickering inside my head.
Fuck, I want it.
I’ll do whatever it takes to have it.
To keep her safe.
Whatever it takes.
Faust pulls back and I’m forced to open my eyes. When he pulls his hand from my sweats and brings his fingers to his mouth, covered in my cum, it feels as if my heart has stopped.
He sucks on his fingers, licking all of me off, never looking away from me.
The photo of Neve is on my phone, still in my hand between us, her perfect cunt exposed.
But when Faust finishes me off, I stare at that photo, her completely naked and defenseless, and I think of her brother inside her nightmare apartment.
I don’t know why, but it sends a jolt of anger through me.
At Deliverance, we were so closed off, so watched, it happened sometimes. Brothers and sisters doing things they shouldn’t. It makes me want to vomit, thinking of it, but sometimes, the preacher sanctioned it.
Sometimes, we were prey.
I clench my teeth so hard they hurt, and I don’t care about the mess on my thighs or the fact someone could still walk in at any moment and it might look bad.
All I care about is Faust and her.
She might not fully belong to me yet, but she seemed to draw closer after Faust’s test, not further away. And if she’s still here after this, what does that say about all of us?