Chapter 34 Misty #2
“Why? Because I’m making an honest living out of ridding the world of people like Austen?
Shockingly, no one wants to spend a lot of money to unalive a nice person.
” The blue light glints in his eyes. “I helped you decorate and bake cookies for Santa, and now I want to bend you over and fuck your ass and make you come all over your ex’s name. ”
Just hearing him say it, my pussy is dripping wet again.
Heart pounding in my ears over the rush of the ventilation system, I slowly turn around.
He licks one long stripe up my swollen pussy to my ass, thick fingers digging into my skin as he forces my legs apart, wider, until I’m spread open for him.
“Just do it fast,” I pant.
He grabs my breast, squeezing it. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Just—I mean, you know, like—uhn, god, you feel so good in my pussy,” I moan as he thrusts his cock in my cunt, bare, fucking me with long, slow, lazy fucks.
“Your pussy just loves having a cock in it,” he murmurs, pulling out partway.
“Talbot, come on.”
“What’s that? You want me to make you come?”
“No, I want you to cum inside me.”
I hear a cap pop off and bounce onto the bench, then lube-slick fingers are stroking my ass. “Fuck, Talbot, uhn.”
I slam a hand on the wall as he adds another finger, sliding into me.
Something hard and round is shoved in my mouth.
I bite down on the hockey puck, trying to muffle the moaning screams as his fingers work inside me, stretching me, his cock still in my pussy. I don’t know how he hasn’t come as my pussy flexes around him.
He’s got a third finger in me now. I pant out of my nose, not sure if I can take the thick length of his cock in my ass but ready for him to fuck me.
My thighs tremble as I think about him grabbing my hair, thrusting that whole thick length into me while he calls me a good girl.
It’s going to feel even thicker than his fingers in me now.
“I need you nice and ready for my cock.” The fingers slide out.
He gives me another couple thrusts in my pussy, makes me remember what it’s like to be pinned by his cock.
He pulls out all the way, making me groan against the puck, then moan. My head tips back as his thumbs spread my ass cheeks.
I buck slightly as the tip of his cock presses against my asshole, forgetting that I’m in the Harbor Hawks locker room.
All I want to do is get my ass filled with cum by Talbot.
The first thrust has me clinging to the sharp sides of the locker.
“Take it, take it, take it, you fucking slut. Take it.”
I shudder as he slides that thick length into me, fingers digging into my ass as he tells me I’m a “good girl, what a good little slut, taking my cock like this without complaining.”
His balls, huge and fat, buck against my ass as his cock seats fully in me.
I don’t have a second to get used to it before he’s pulling out and slamming into me again.
“Take my cum.”
I brace against the Harbor Hawks logo on the back of the locker berth as he fucks into me.
I want his fingers on my clit, need to come, need relief from that thick cock punishing me.
My pussy drips all over the vinyl seat as he pounds into me.
I feel like I’m going to come just like this.
I spit the puck out, needing to tell him.
“Talbot, please, I need you to come. I can’t—ugh, why do you feel so good? You’re so fucking big inside me.”
“What the fuck, Misty?”
I panic, push back against Talbot, who just laughs darkly in my hair and continues to fuck me while Austen curses.
I didn’t hear him come in.
I struggle as Talbot grabs my hair, pushes me back over the seat so he can give two more fucks to my ass, his fingers pushing between my legs. In two strokes, I’m coming all over his hand while Austen screams at me.
“That’s my locker! You’re fucking her on my locker, you fucking piece of shit! Misty, how can you betray me like this?”
“Fuck you.” I grunt as Talbot’s ripped out of me, then there’s a hot explosion of cum all over my ass and his locker as Austen grabs me, trying to drag me away.
Talbot just laughs at him. It’s this wild, scary laughter.
“You fucking pervert.” Talbot chuckles at Austen as he zips up his pants.
“You like watching me fuck your girl? Wait—” Talbot gives me a messy kiss on the jaw.
“My girl now.” His cum is all over his hand.
“Or did you hope I’d let you join us?” He reaches out and wipes his dirty hand on the front of Austen’s suit.
It takes my ex a second to register it, then he’s cursing at Talbot.
“Want to know what it feels like to be a real man fucking a girl?” Talbot brays a laugh over the swears.
Austen takes a swing at Talbot.
Talbot ducks his punch and slugs him in the ribs.
I rush around, grabbing my clothes off the floor, trying to dodge the two big men swinging at each other.
Talbot’s not taking out his knife. He’s just playing with Austen, toying with him.
I rush through the opening that leads to the bathrooms to try to clean up before anyone else comes.
I’m in shock. In the dark of the bathroom, I turn on the water. It rushes to fill the sink. I scrub at the cum.
Outside in the locker room, wood splits. Men grunt in pain. Glass breaks.
“Misty!” Austen rages, storming after me. “You’re going to be in so much fucking trouble. I’m going to end you.”
He grabs me, and I yelp as my hip catches the side of the sink. I can’t shove him off me as he tries to drag me away, my arms caught in the straps of my bra.
“You’re going to punish her?” Talbot’s got that hyena-hyper edge in his voice.
The way he walks, the way he moves—he’s economical, efficient, deadly. He’s all shadow, outlined by blue light like some demon from icy hell.
“That’s rich coming from you. You couldn’t even keep her locked down.” His teeth flash white in the dark. “Get the fuck off of her, Langley. You don’t have any right to touch what’s mine. She’s covered all over in my cum.” His head tips forward. His teeth are sharp as he smiles.
Oh my god, I think he’s about to kill Austen. The thought is terrifyingly clear in my head.
The tattoos almost look alive in the flickering light from one of the broken locker lights.
I shuffle back from the sink. The water’s overflowing now. Tripping, I pull my skirt on.
Talbot circles Austen, who seems disoriented in the dark.
My back hits a plastic partition.
Talbot strikes, slamming into Austen and throwing him off-balance, forcing him to the slippery floor.
Austen coughs as Talbot shoves him.
“Guess I didn’t teach you a hard-enough lesson about keeping your fucking hands off my girl.”
He doesn’t sound angry—just conversational, like they’re going to sit down and have a drink and talk it out—except he’s dragging Austen up by the back of his suit jacket. One hand shoves Austen’s head under the water.
Water splashes over the sides of the sink and spills on the floor. Austen gargles while Talbot holds him down.
“Talbot!” I scream hoarsely. “Talbot, please don’t kill him!”
“I thought we talked about this, Gumdrop.”
Austen’s feet slip and slide in the water on the tiles.
“He doesn’t get to treat you like that, to put his hands on you and walk away. And don’t”—his voice drops—“tell me it’s fucking Christmas.”
“Please, Talbot, you can’t do this here.”
Voices echo from the locker room.
Talbot’s silver-gray eyes flick to the door, back to me cowering in the dark, then down to Austen’s hands slamming on the edges of the sink as Talbot tries to drown him.
My ex sputters and coughs as Talbot dredges him out of the sink and lets him flop on the floor.
Talbot grabs my arm and half drags me out of the bathroom into the locker room. Several of the berths have been broken, the little lights in the shelf above the seats hanging out by the wires.
In the middle of the room, Ryan stands looking around in horror.
I’m flooded with guilt.
Ryan loves this team—he started on this team, retired on this team. This team is everything to him, and I broke the cardinal rule of the West family: Hockey is sacred. Don’t fuck with hockey.
Brielle and the rest of my family pile into the locker room.
“He tried to kill me!” Austen staggers in from the bathroom, dripping wet and bleeding.
“Yeah, looks like it. It definitely wasn’t a fight—it was a beatdown. That would be the technical term.” Granny Keagan cackles.
“But he loved it.” Talbot winks at him.
Austen lunges at him.
Talbot just sidesteps like a dancer and licks Austen on the nose.
“Call the police!” Austen freaks out while my younger siblings guffaw.
Granny Keagan and Sienna fist-bump.
“He didn’t do a very good job for someone who’s supposed to be pai—”
“He’s just trying to cover for himself since he’s got my cum all over his shirt.” Talbot smirks.
“Sick!” Austen screams at me. “Misty, you’re fucking sick!”
“Langley!” Sienna’s dad barks at him.
“They were having sex in the locker room!” Austen screams.
“Did you videotape it, Misty?” Sienna calls.
Her dad looks like he wants to die.
My mom looks like she wants to throw her purse at me.
Grandma Pam is horrified. Aunt Kathy tries to help her sit down.
Talbot is unfazed. “Yeah, you probably want to disinfect that.”
“Damn, he came all over your seat. You’re not getting that out of the crevices,” Granny Keagan snickers.
“I wouldn’t have, but he yanked me off of her right as I was going for the big finish, so really, it’s his own fault,” Talbot drawls. “Bet you wanted to see what a real dick big enough to actually make a woman come looked like, didn’t you, Langley?”
Brielle stares at the white all over the blue. “That’s a lot of cum.”
“Austen doesn’t put out? Probably because he’s been cheating on you,” Talbot sneers. “There’s less if he’s not saving it up for you.”
Ryan West looks shell-shocked.
I’m furiously trying to clean up the berths using Talbot’s shirt from the floor.
“So, you started fighting because the girl you cheated on was having revenge sex on your locker,” Sienna says matter-of-factly to Austen. “Sounds like you got what was coming to you.”
My second- and third-youngest brothers collapse in laughter.
Lucy claps.
“God, what the hell is wrong with all of you? You’re disgusting. Dad!” Brielle whines.
“You should dump him,” Mason cackles to Brielle. “He obviously still likes Misty over you. I mean, I’ve never seen him this worked up when the guys in the locker room talk about how your ass looks fake.”
“My ass doesn’t look—”
“Mmm…” Lucy waves her hand.
My stepfather pinches the bridge of his nose as Brielle starts screaming at Lucy.
“This is why I never wanted you to get married to that tramp!” Brielle screams at her father. “All your new kids ruined my life, especially her!” She points at me.
“What the hell? I’m not his kid,” I snap at her. “And I didn’t ruin your life.”
Ryan flinches.
Austen’s lip curls. “Misty, you’ve always been jealous of Brielle. That’s why you were proselytizing yourself in here.”
“Okay, one: Considering I am the person who did all your homework and helped you study in college so that you’d barely pass, you clearly don’t have a fantastic grasp of the English language, so please stick to vocabulary words that are fourth grade and under. Second of all—”
“You’re having some sort of mental breakdown, Mouse. You’re completely obsessed with me. That’s why you did that on my locker.”
“Fair’s fair!” I scream at Austen. “You slept with my stepsister, cheated on me, then dumped me in front of the entire world at our wedding. And what’s worse is you never even loved me. So you can go clean congealed cum out of your locker.” I throw Talbot’s dirty shirt at Austen.
“Maybe because you’re a nag and a know-it-all.”
“Knowing how to do basic algebra isn’t being a know-it-all, Austen. And I know why you got with me to begin with. You wanted Ryan to give you the captainship. You took advantage of his good nature.”
“That’s not—” Ryan shakes his head.
“Misty, please stop talking!” my mom wails.
Sienna’s dad is taken aback.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Mike snaps at his friend. “We agreed, no nepotism.”
“No, Coach Ryan, I would never. I loved Misty. We knew each other forever.”
“You mean you’d casually have sex with me on your dirty sheets and act like you were doing me a favor,” I clap back.
“You swore up and down he was captain material,” Sienna’s dad complains to Ryan. “Said he was mature.”
“He just thought so because surely, the only reason a guy like Austen would want a girl who looks like me is because he was thinking with his brain, making the sensible choice—a charitable choice.”
“Misty, that’s not—” Ryan makes a helpless gesture. “I just thought—”
“Misty, shut up!” My mom is shrill.
“Talbot’s putting these ideas into your head. None of this is true,” my ex says loftily.
“All of it is true, Austen. I can’t believe I wasted all those years of my life on you.”
“Misty, of all the horrible things you have done—” Mom sounds on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“You never loved me! You never loved me—it was a lie!” Tears roll down my cheeks as I scream at Austen.
“You just saw that I was an easy mark, that I had low self-esteem, and you decided to use me to get ahead in the NHL because deep down, you knew you weren’t actually captain material.
I can’t believe I didn’t see it until Talbot told me. ”
“Talbot. I told you that girl is cut from the same cloth as her mother!” Pam screeches at Ryan. “She’s brought ruin to this family. You’re going to lose your job!”
“What?” Jaxon and Chase start crying.
“Boys.” Ryan’s annoyed. “I own the team. I’m not getting fired, but we are going to have a conversation.”
Mike is glaring at him.
“Might want to add a committee, some checks and balances,” Talbot shrugs. “Just a suggestion.”
“Why are you still here? Put on a shirt and get out of here. This is family business,” my mom snaps at Talbot. “Misty, clean up this locker room.”
“I already am,” I snap at her. “I don’t need you to perform parenting on me.”
“Yes, it’s a bit late for that,” Aunt Kathy simpers. “You can’t correct the girl when she’s an adult after being a failure of a mother the first fifteen years of her life.”
Tears swim in Mom’s eyes. “Misty, just do what I say, now.”
Ryan goes to her in concern.
“Talbot, you need to leave.” Ryan uses his captain’s voice.
But Talbot just cocks his head. He looks back at me.
“You should go.” I’m suddenly exhausted.
Talbot grabs my hand.
I stare at him in disbelief.
“Fine. I’ll leave. But I’m taking my girl with me.”