Chapter Six
Riven
I like the silence before the day starts. No pucks clapping against boards. No coach yelling to do better. Just the weight of Knox’s lips around my cock, while I tell him how well he is doing.
He’s on his knees in front of me, his hand gripping my hip as I fist his hair and guide him where I want him.
“Fuck, Riv . . .” he groans, his voice muffled around my length.
My back digs into the counter’s edge, but I don’t move. I want him there, taking me apart before Jagger even—
“Jesus fucking Christ,” a voice cuts in. “Can’t a man get a drink before he sees your cock?”
I don’t bother looking over, just glance down to where Knox’s mouth is still wrapped around me, and his grin is wicked as he peers up at me through his lashes.
“You could always join us,” I offer.
Jagger scoffs, dragging open the fridge like he’s walked in on this scene a hundred times before.
“As much as I love watching you two swallowing each other’s swords, you know I’m more of a pussy guy,” he says, twisting the cap off a cold bottle of water.
“I love feeling it. Love eating it. Love smelling it.”
He takes a long drink, then smirks over the rim. “And I like not tripping over one of you two deep-throating in my fucking kitchen.”
Knox doesn’t stop. Instead, he swallows me down deeper, and my fingers tighten in his hair.
“We got here first,” I tell Jagger, releasing my grip and brushing Knox’s hair back from his forehead.
“Noted,” Jagger mutters. “Next time, I’m pissing in the coffeepot.”
Knox pushes me over the edge, his throat tight around me, and I let go with a groan, uncaring that Jagger’s standing three feet away.
Half the time when we fuck, he’s there scrolling socials anyway—the guy hates being alone.
Knox pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and flashes a smug grin at me.
Then he turns to the sink to rinse his mouth out.
“You’re in a good mood this morning,” I say to Jagger.
“No more than usual.” He takes another swig of water. “Though I’ve got some shopping to do before practice.”
Knox raises an eyebrow as he pulls his practice jersey over his head. “Shopping? Since when do you shop for anything besides protein powder and energy drinks?”
“Since I need the perfect gift for a certain redhead.” Jagger’s grin widens. “Something that says I’m thinking about her without being too obvious.”
I lean back against the counter. “Are you sure it’s a smart idea to get in deep with a Kane?”
“Her name is Leila,” Jagger corrects.
“Right. Leila Kane, who you’ve been texting all week like a lovesick teenager.”
Knox snorts. “I still can’t believe she’s been texting us this week after the run-in with her brothers. I figured that would have been the end of anything.”
“Better believe it.” Jagger waves his hand. “And the important thing is, she basically challenged us to make it interesting next time.”
That gets my attention. “She what?”
“If you’d checked your messages this morning, you would have seen it. Her words were something along the lines of: if it’s a foursome, she expects more dicks.” Jagger’s eyes light up in his usual tell that he’s about to do something stupid. “So I’m thinking we give her something to remember us by.”
Knox shakes his head as he grabs his bag from where it’s sitting against the wall. “This is going to end badly.”
“Everything ends badly if you think about it long enough,” Jagger replies cheerfully. “The question is whether you have fun getting there.”
I check the time on my phone. “We’ve got class in an hour and a half.”
“Plenty of time.” Jagger heads toward the door. “You two coming or not?”
Knox looks at me, the debate playing out across his face. On one hand, getting involved in Jagger’s schemes usually leads to trouble. But on the other, we’ve been following Jagger since freshman year, and somehow we’re all still here.
“Fine,” I say, grabbing my keys from the counter. “But if this gets us suspended from the team, you’re sucking my cock while Knox fucks you in the ass.”
“Deal.” Jagger’s already halfway out the door. “Though you might want that in writing. Knox has a massive horse dick, and he might tear my asshole to shreds.”
“I can hear you, fucker,” Knox calls after him.
“Horse dick is a good thing,” Jagger throws back.
Twenty minutes later, we’re standing in the jewelry section of a store downtown that caters to college students with more money than sense while Jagger examines the chokers.
“What about this one?” He holds up something with silver chains and tiny spikes.
“Unless you’re trying to tell her you’re into BDSM, probably not,” Knox says dryly.
“Good point.” Jagger puts it back and picks up another. “This one?”
It’s black velvet with a small silver heart.
“Better,” I say. “But what message are you trying to send exactly?”
Jagger considers my words, turning the choker over in his hands. “That I want to cut off her air supply while I fuck her.”
Okay, so I know the exact necklace he is after. He has been watching the clock app a little too much, but I get the appeal.
“Jagger,” Knox says, “you know this can’t go anywhere, right? Her brothers won’t allow it.”
“I’m aware.” Jagger moves to another display case, this one with more colorful options. “It’s what makes it interesting.”
“Interesting is one word,” I mutter. “Suicidal might be more accurate.”
I spot what he’s looking for, and I have to admit it’s perfect. It’s a simple silver choker, not too thick, not too thin, with a small red heart hanging down off a chain that tightens and loosens the choker. It isn’t cutesy or romantic, and the heart looks almost like a drop of blood.
“That’s the one,” I say.
Jagger looks up, follows my gaze, and his whole face changes. “Yeah. That’s the one.”
The salesperson, a college-aged girl with pink hair and multiple piercings, notices us hovering. “Can I help you guys find something?”
“That chain,” Jagger says, pointing to the one with the red heart. “Can I see it?”
She unlocks the case and pulls it out. Up close, it’s even better.
“It’s one of our most popular pieces,” she says.
Jagger takes it from her, running the chain between his fingers. “How much?”
“Forty-five.”
“Done.” He hands it back. “Can you gift wrap it?”
She smiles. “Of course. Any particular occasion?”
Knox coughs to cover a laugh. “It’s complicated,” he mutters.
While the girl wraps the chain in black tissue paper and slides it into a small silver bag, I wonder again at what we’re really getting ourselves into. Jagger’s had obsessions before, but they usually burn out as quickly as they start and never normally involve us.
“So what’s the plan?” I ask as we walk back to Jagger’s truck.
“Simple.” Jagger tosses the small bag in the air and catches it. “We give her the gift, set up the chase, and see what happens.”
“And if her brothers find out?”
Jagger grins. “Then it gets really interesting.”
Knox climbs into the passenger seat. “Are you sure you’re doing this for the right reasons?”
“We are in college and having fun. Does there even have to be a reason?” Jagger replies.
“She seems like a nice girl, and I have to continue to see her in class. I can’t fuck this up,” Knox says earnestly.
“Fair point,” I concede, settling into the back seat.
“But you’re still going to help?” Jagger asks.
“Yeah,” Knox admits with a sigh. “I’m still going to help.”
As Jagger starts the engine, I catch him looking at the gift bag in the center console. There’s something in his expression I can’t pinpoint, which is unsettling.
I don’t think this is only about getting under Levi Kane’s skin anymore.
Even if most of Jagger’s interactions with Leila are over text, I actually think he might be starting to like the girl.
I have to admit I like texting her too. So far she is everything I like in a girl: funny, smart, doesn’t care what anyone thinks—not even her brothers.
But we are about to find out just how far Jagger is willing to go to catch her.
Despite every instinct telling me this is a bad idea, I can’t wait to see what happens.
This is the most fun I have had in a long time that doesn’t involve hockey.
When we arrive back at campus with time to spare, Jagger pulls out his phone. I look over his shoulder as he opens the group text with Leila. Knox crowds in from the other side, and we all stare at the screen.
GlowStick
Got you something
Kane
Please tell me it’s not a pineapple
Knox pulls out his phone, and so do I. All three of us stand in the hall like idiots.
Harry
Why would we get you a pineapple?
Kane
Ask GlowStick. What’s my gift?
Breadstick
You’ll have to meet us to find out
Kane
Will I get to see three dicks or are two of you just into watching?
GlowStick
There will be lots of dicks this time.
Breadstick
Where should we meet?
Kane
Somewhere I won’t get arrested for public indecency when you three dick me down.
GlowStick
It’s very presumptuous to think there would be dicking happening.
Kane
Am I wrong?
Harry
No
Kane
Thought so
GlowStick
What about the old quarry off Route 9?
Kane
The one where people used to go to hook up?
Breadstick
Perfect place to run
Kane
Bold of you to assume I’ll run this time
Harry
You’ll run
Kane
What makes you so sure?
GlowStick
Because you like being chased
Kane
Shut up
Harry
That’s not a denial
Kane
I hate all of you
Breadstick
No you don’t
Kane
I hate that you’re right
GlowStick
Sunday night, 11pm. Quarry
Kane
Fine. But there better be dicking
Harry
All the
Kane
You’re all bat shit crazy
Breadstick
Says the girl agreeing to meet three masked strangers
Kane
Good point
GlowStick
Oh . . . and Kane?
Kane
What?
GlowStick
Hope you like jewelry
Kane
Should I be concerned?
Harry
Probably
Breadstick
Definitely
Kane
Better not be a ring
GlowStick
See you Sunday, Red
Kane
Don’t call me Red
Harry
Why not?
Kane
Because it makes me sound like Little Red Riding Hood
Breadstick
Fitting considering we’re the big bad wolves
Kane
I’m blocking all of you
GlowStick
You wouldn’t
Kane
I might
Harry
Sunday, 11pm
Kane
I’ll be there. God help me
I shake my head as Jagger locks his phone with a satisfied grin. Frowning at him as I say, “She’s going to get us all killed. There is no way her brothers won’t find out about this.”
“Probably,” Knox agrees. “Jagger can’t keep his mouth shut.”
“But what a way to go down in hockey history! Murdered by our rivals on the ice.” Jagger whisper-shouts that last bit for dramatic effect as he waggles his eyebrows.
I have a feeling that if she finds out it’s us, Leila might just be the one doing the murdering. Our game against Stormhaven isn’t for a few weeks, so let’s just hope we can at the very least walk away with the win.
Training fucking sucked today. Coach is riding our asses hard knowing our game against Stormhaven is coming up. They beat us in the preseason game, and he won’t settle for anything less than a win the next time we meet.
I don’t wait for Knox and Jagger, and I hear them talking about dinner as I walk away.
I need a shower and silence, a minute to get my head on straight.
Reaching my room, I push closed my door, and I’ve barely stripped my shirt off before I hear it creak open again behind me.
I don’t turn around, but just snap, “You forget how knocking works?”
The door slams shut, then I’m shoved hard. My back hits the wall with a thud, the force knocking the air from my lungs for a second before a familiar palm wraps around my throat.
Knox.
“Fucking hell,” I rasp as I meet his eyes.
“Did you forget who owns your ass?”
He pulls me forward then slams me harder into the wall, his hand still on my throat, the other working to pull my pants open.
“If I remember right, you were on your knees for me this morning.”
“That’s because I love the taste of your cock.” Knox’s grip tightens, and his gaze drops to my lips.
“Just as much as I love yours,” I reply.
“As much as I love you, right now I want to break you.”
I laugh. “Do your worst. You know I love it rough.”
The next second, he spins me, pushing my chest to the wall and shoving my pants down. My cheek presses hard against the plaster as he kicks my legs apart and slaps my ass, once, then again.
Another slap. Harder.
“Count it.”
“Fuck! Okay, one.”
The next comes faster. “Two.”
He keeps going, hitting me with an open hand, then he grabs the belt off his jeans and uses that on my thighs, my ass, even the tops of my shoulders when he bends me over the edge of the bed. By the time he’s done, I’m red and raw and panting, my cock leaking.
“Good boy,” he murmurs into my neck as I finally surrender control to him.
He spits on his hand, and strokes himself once, before lining his cock up and thrusting into me with one deep move.
I cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets. He’s brutal. Each thrust timed with a slap across my thigh or a pull on my hair.
“You feel that?” he grits out, slamming into me. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
I moan, fucking back against him. “Always yours.”
His hand slides around and tightly wraps my throat as he fucks me harder before dragging me up so I’m flush to his chest. His other hand finds my cock, jerking it hard and fast while he drives into me.
“You better come before I do, Riv,” he growls. “Or I’ll fuck you all over again.”
I shatter, clenching around him as I cry out his name. My cum hits the sheets as he slams in one last time and curses.
Neither of us move for a minute, then he eases out and kisses the side of my neck. He slaps my ass hard again and mutters, “Round two’s in ten.”
I grin. “Better make it five.”