Released from the Sin Bin: (Boys of Drexton Hall- Book 4)

Chapter 1

Carter

My heart stops and my eyes pop open as a hand slaps over my mouth, cutting off the air getting to my lungs.

“Get up.” My sister, Janisa, shakes me from my sleep, covering my mouth to stop any noise from coming out.

She holds a finger over her pursed lips, warning me to be quiet and slowly pulling away her hand to let me breathe again.

Following her lead, I quietly wrap the fleece robe around my new Power Ranger pajamas and rub my eyes.

Janisa places my snow boots out for me to step into, then ties them, knowing I have trouble with the bunny loops. She and Mom have been trying to teach me since the kids at school made fun of the Velcro sneakers I kept wearing.

They say I’m a late bloomer. My brain is delayed or something like that. Dad says I’m just stupid.

Janisa tip toes toward the door as quietly as she can in her heavy boots and the same fleece robe we all got for Christmas. It’s open and flowing behind her back to reveal her short flannel shorts and thin tank top. Her robe is a pale pink, mine is blue, and they gave our little brother, Braydon, green. It’s the same matching Christmas presents we get every year.

She motions for me to keep quiet while opening the door to the hall of our family’s cabin in the mountains. Walking high on our toes to keep our boots from clunking against the wooden floors as we silently pass the closed doors. Stopping when we reach the one left open.

She peeks through the door and jumps back when our dad snores loudly enough to shake the old paneled walls. With her hand pressed to her heart, Janisa closes her eyes and takes slow steps past the threshold, holding my hand behind her back for me to follow.

My skinny knees shake against each other as I try to take the same big steps as her.

She grew almost a foot taller since the summer. My big sister is only a few years older than me, but is now twice my size. She turns thirteen soon, but Dad says she’s already a woman. And Mom calls her “young lady” whenever she’s getting scolded for something.

“Only step where I do.” Janisa directs me and takes the first step on our creaky stairs, staying as close to the right as possible. The second is just as close to the wall, but the third she moves all the way to the left against the open banister.

Holding my breath, I step down on the first step, expecting the loud creak I always hear, but the sound doesn’t come.

Each step I get more confident, following where she goes. One by one, until we reach the bottom. Excited to have made it down, I jump the last step onto the rug, but Janisa quickly turns with her eyes wide. Holding me down and pressing her palm roughly to my mouth again until we hear the telltale sign of Dad still sleeping above us.

She takes a deep breath and lets go.

We continue to carefully tiptoe through the foyer. Then the kitchen. Quickening our pace until we make it through the side door.

Janisa breaks out into a run once the brisk, cold air smacks our faces. Laughing as our feet sink and crunch into the soft mounds of fresh snow.

“Come on,” she shouts over her shoulder, running with her open robe flapping behind her like a cape as I try to keep up.

“Janisa, wait!” My legs are too short and the snow is getting thicker the further away from the house we go. Bare trees surround us in the pale light from the moon reflecting off the ground, and when I look up, she’s gone. “Janisa?” No response. “Janisa!”

“Boo!” She pops out from around a tree.

I fall back, hitting the thick snow like a brick while she laughs at me.

“Ow,” I whine and rub the sore spot on my butt cheek, giving her the stink eye when she keeps laughing.

“Don’t be such a baby.” She rolls her eyes and helps me up. “Come on, we’re really close.”

“Dad is going to kill us,” I whine, but keep following her through the woods.

“Snitches get stitches.” She turns and pinches my shoulder. “Don’t you dare tell Dad. Or Mom.”

“I won’t.” I rub the fresh pain out of my arm. “I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“We won’t as long as you don’t tell on us.”

“I’m not a snitch.” I glare at her back while she continues to lead the way with her boots crunching down on each step, and pulling me through the snow by my hand.

“Yeah? Then who told Mom about Dad’s hockey stick?”

“Dad thought I broke it,” I defend myself. “He wasn’t going to let me go to the game.”

“Tattle tale.” She turns her head and sticks her tongue out at me.

Every week, Dad takes me to see his old team, the Drexton Hall Huskies, play. He was so mad when he found the broken hockey stick in our garage, and I knew if he thought it was me, I’d be grounded and left home. There is no way I was missing that game. One day, it’s going to be me scoring goals on that ice.

Janisa stops short, making my face collide with her back.

“We’re here,” she says, catching me from falling over in the snow again.

“Where?” I look out over the clearing.

The mountain top stops and looks out over the valley with the town in darkness, sleeping below us. The sun is barely peeking out behind the other mountains across the way. Soon, it would rise between the cliffs and light everything up, giving it a serene, orange and pink glow surrounding us that shines off the pure white snow.

“This is where I want to die,” Janisa says, leaning out to look over the ledge.

“Why would you say that?” I shiver and rub my hands over my arms. “I’m cold.”

“Stop being such a baby. It”s not that cold.” The wind wraps up through her robe. “You need to toughen up.”

“Why?”

“Because I won’t be here forever to protect you.” She pushes my shoulder, making me stumble back and trip in the snow. I step out wide and catch my balance.

Janisa closes her eyes and raises her arms out to the sides when the wind picks up again. “It’ll feel like I’m flying.”

The tank top underneath her robe rises above her hips, revealing more bruises. They match the few spread on her thighs that I caught sight of earlier.

A feeling of sadness washes over me with Janisa’s deep breaths and soft humming.

“You’re not going anywhere now, are you?”

“No, loser.” Her arms drop to her sides and her head rolls toward me. She puts her arm over my shoulders, guiding me away from the ledge. “Let’s go back to the cabin before Dad wakes up.”

12 years later…

“Fuck. Yeah. Take me in that tight pussy.” It’s not that tight. I’ve had better.

The woman on top of me moans and throws her head back. “You’re so big.”

I am.

Her mouth drops open when I force my hips up to get deeper.

“I’m going to tear you apart with my enormous cock.”

This woman is loving the dirty talk, and as long as she keeps bouncing on my dick, I’ll say whatever the fuck she wants to hear.

“Yeah, just like that.” Only a little to the left and there we go. That’s better.

“Oh god,” she moans, lifting her face to the ceiling with her pristine manicured fingers in her long, bleached hair.

Her walls and thighs tighten around me.

Nope. She slides off and turns around, switching positions to face her back and tribal tramp stamp toward me, prolonging this as much as possible by refusing to come.

This isn’t doing it for me, and I’m getting bored.

Gia, or whatever her name is, is a local here in Briar Creek Valley. The small town in the valley that houses Drexton Hall University that no one ever remembers the name of. Even the locals say they’re from Drexton Valley as if it’s a prestigious, world known city with fucking skyscrapers. But the only monuments are the ones built within the walls of the campus.

She’s older. I’d guess mid to late twenties. Or early thirties, but a woman”s age never mattered. As long as they don’t expect more from me, and judging by the cut rate motel room Gia had me meet her in today, she’s not looking for me to buy her flowers after this.

“Oh, god,” Gia prays as she thrusts over me.

Praying to the only god she knows. The one that gets her out of her mundane life, in this dirty motel room, right outside the town she’s stuck in.

As much as I like a good ass, this position isn’t doing it for me. And the longer we go, the quicker I’m losing interest.

“You’re doing so good.” I flip her over onto her back and climb on top. “Let me get us to that goal, baby.”

I need to get this over with. No more fucking around. She needs to come so I can be on my way.

These women want to get as much of me as they can. Me and the other hockey gods they worship. The town builds us up with all their lost hopes when, really, we’re just a bunch of kids trying to follow our own dreams. The hockey boys from Drexton Hall, walking around the town like we own the place.

The entire town treats us like celebrities, because we are the best at this level. Stars and legends in the making on our way to greatness.

“Yes,” she moans, and curls her lip between her teeth as I reposition over her.

How long does she want to go for? At this rate, my dick will be too sore, and I won’t be able to finish.

I sit and push her knees up to get in deeper, ready to slam back into her to see how rough she can take it.

Hearing a soft click behind me, I pause and try to turn, but Gia digs her nails into my chin and turns my head back to look down at her.

“Yes,” she shouts. “Yes!” Her entire body convulses beneath me.

I’m good, but I’m not that fucking good. My cock isn’t even back inside her yet.

“What the fuck?” A man shouts from behind me, and I quickly cover my bare ass with the sheet. “Get the fuck off, my wife!”

You gotta be kidding me.

I quickly roll off Gia, or whoever the fuck she is, and grab my pants. She isn’t fazed at all.

“That’s what you get.” She shimmies into the mattress to get comfortable in the bed while grinning at her husband.

“I’ll kill you.” My pants are halfway up my legs when he comes flying after me.

I wish I could say it’s the first time I’ve been caught in this situation, but it’s the only time I’ve been blindsided. I usually get a warning when someone is married. A ring on a finger or a mention of a neglecting husband, but I had no idea what this woman was. If she told me, I’d still fuck her, but I would’ve been prepared for this guy coming at me to rip my head off.

He’s quick on his feet, but I’m faster and dodge him while looking for my shirt and boxers.

“Jonah,” Gia feebly tries to get her husband to stop. Sitting up on the bed, she’s frustrated that his attention is on me instead of her.

“Easy man.” I hold my hands up, knowing I have to grab my keys from behind him. “It’s not my fault your wife is a —”

Boom.

I dodge Jonah’s right fist just in time, and he hits the wall behind me. Breaking through the sheetrock to make a fist sized crater for my head to go through next.

“Get the fuck out of here,” he shouts, trying to pull his hand out.

I carefully reach around, grabbing my shirt and keys. I’d love to fight this guy back, but I have a week of summer break left. The chief from the fire department, along with the coach from my team, are up my ass to stay out of trouble.

I back away for my quick exit, but I don’t make it too far.

Jonah gets his hand out, swiping it over his head before falling to the floor, shaking and convulsing with foam coming out of his mouth.

Fuck.

I drop my shoes and slide down next to him. Turning him to his side and holding his arms down.

“Jonah?” Gia cries, still on the bed in nothing but her bra with her hands through her just fucked hair. “Oh no, what’d I do?”

“Call 9-1-1,” I shout to break her out of the shock she’s in.

My training kicks in with my obligation to stay and help this man, even when I should get the hell out of here and never look back. Two years ago, I joined the fire department and became a paramedic to piss my father off, and this is the first time I’m regretting that decision.

“I’m so sorry baby,” his wife sobs with the phone to her ear. “He has epilepsy.” I hear her tell the dispatcher after they get an ambulance en route, and I thank the promiscuous sex gods that I’m not going to get blamed for this. They understand that resisting a gorgeous woman who wastes no time taking off her clothes for you is impossible.

He stops seizing as soon as the EMTs on duty get here, and is slowly gaining consciousness.

“He’s breathing,” I tell them and get my shoes on, making room for them to get the gurney in.

“It’s never been this bad.” His wife mutters with a shaken breath.

“Jesus Christ, kid.” My Chief Officer, Creed, stands over me as I tie my shoe with that look of disappointment I’ve become accustomed to. “You really fucked up this time.” He takes in the room, noticing Gia bawling her eyes out on the bed in her underwear. Jonah’s bloody fist, and the hole in the wall.

“His wife said he went into epileptic shock.” I make sure the guys hear me as they get him strapped in.

Creed’s face snaps back to me.

“I didn’t know.” I throw my hands up and attempt to follow the guys out, but get stopped by Creed’s arm shooting out across my chest.

“I’m riding with you.” He holds me back from leaving.

I toss Gia’s dress at her from the floor as she leaves and pick up my boxers that were hidden beneath it.

“When are you going to grow up and stop this crap?” We file out of the room once it’s clear.

“I’m not taking shit for this.” I defend myself. “She set me up.”

“That doesn’t matter.” He struggles to pull himself up into my large SUV. “Married or not, when are you going to stop sleeping with women you don’t know? Did you even know her name?”

“I’m…” I pause to remember her name. “I’m pretty sure it was Gia.”

Creed shakes his head in more disappointment.

“You have one year left. Stay clean and get drafted. Do you think a team is going to want a troublesome kid with anger issues?” He’s been saying that for weeks. “Why didn’t you enter the draft last year? You could’ve gotten out of here then.”

“That’s if I get drafted,” I mutter under my breath, focusing on the road rather than the guy that’s been more of a father to me than my own dad.

“Why wouldn’t you? Is that why you didn’t enter?” He slaps my hand, resting on the clutch to answer him. “Are you chicken shit?”

“You know why I didn’t.” I move my hand away and tighten my grip on the steering wheel. Creed’s the only person who really knows what happens behind Mayor Terrance Pierce’s closed doors. “I can’t leave Mom alone with him.”

“You can, because you have to.” His fist hits my door. “How can you get her out of here if you have nothing? Get out. Make a name for yourself and then get her out. Until then, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“You can’t make that promise.” If he could help us, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

We’ve gone to Creed for help before. He and mom were good friends back in the day, and we tried to hide out with him. It didn’t last long until my father was begging us to return with empty promises. That was before he became the Mayor. Before he became untouchable.

“I’ve tried,” he whispers under his breath. “You can’t do anything if you stay here and let this town suck you in.” Another punch at the inside of my passenger door. “Dammit Carter, I promised your mother I’d look after you and keep you out of trouble. It’s up to you now. Don’t let him ruin your life.”

Creed has always stepped in and been a father figure. He’s given me a place to hide out, and stopped me from spiraling out of control more times than I can count. He let me join the fire department against my father’s wishes, but that gave me a purpose and something to focus my energy on in the off season.

We pull into the firehouse parking lot, and I’m expected to follow Creed inside and let the guys razz me for getting caught with my pants down.

Any tension I had released by fucking Gia was now balled right back into my chest.

“Take a minute and come inside to have a beer,” Creed orders before closing the door.

Toughen up.

Shaking myself off, I head inside the firehouse to bear the teasing. I’m already in enough trouble with my dick today. I wouldn’t take a chance at picking up another chick and trying to use it a second time.

These guys might be annoying, but they’re family.