All Chapters of Dirty Games Off Ice: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien Alex tried to shove me off the second my fingers pressed harder against that slick spot, his palms slamming into my chest as he snarled, “Get the fuck off me,” but his voice came out all wrecked and shaky like he had just run ten miles, and instead of actually pushing me away his fingers dug into my arms like he was scared I would disappear if he let go. I could feel his heart hammering against me, fast and stupid, and I swear even through the milk still stinging my eyes I saw the exact moment his brain short-circuited because his hips twitched up like they had a mind of their own.I pulled my hand back just enough to torture him, letting my fingertips drag slowly over that wet little hole while I grinned down at his flushed face. “You gonna pretend you’re not dripping for me right now?” I asked, voice low and mean because fuck if I wasn’t loving how red he was getting. At the same time I rolled my hips forward, sliding my bare cock right along his thigh, the friction making m

Damien I wiped the blood off my lip with the back of my hand and stood up really slow, still butt naked on his kitchen floor. My jaw hurt like hell but I grinned anyway because fuck him if he thought one punch was gonna make me back down. Alex was breathing hard, yanking his shorts up over that obvious boner he still had, the wet spot right there like a neon sign screaming liar.“Nice right hook, short stack,” I said, licking the split in my lip and tasting metal. “You feel better now? Because your dick sure as hell doesn’t look like it got the message.”He glared at me, face all red, chest still going up and down fast. “Shut the fuck up, Damien. I told you never again. Get your shit and get out.”I didn’t move. Just took one step closer, then another, until he had to back up against the counter. My cock was still half-hard, swinging a little as I walked, and I didn’t even try to hide it. “Hit me again if it makes you feel better,” I said, voice low and rough because my throat felt t

Damien The second I pulled the car into the county lockup parking lot, my stomach started flipping again. It felt just like when I drank that bad milk earlier. The place had the same ugly lights buzzing over the doors. My jaw still hurt bad from where Alex punched me. Every time I moved my face, it sent a sharp pain straight to my brain. I turned off the engine and sat there for a minute holding the wheel tight. Part of me wanted to turn the car around right then and drive straight back to Alex’s place.But I could not do that. Jace was inside because of me. I had dared him to do that stupid airsoft prank at the shop. I told him to fire the air gun near the loading area so it would scare the night crew. The real reason I did it was because I was horny and I wanted Alex to get scared from the loud noise. I thought if he got scared he would let me into his house easier so I could mess around with him. I thought it would be funny and it would help me get what I wanted. Now here I was at

Damien The second I dragged my ass through the front door, Dad was already waiting in the kitchen like he had been standing there all night just to ruin my morning. His arms were crossed tight over his chest and his face looked like he had sucked on a lemon. I barely got two steps in before he started in on me.“Damien, what the actual hell were you thinking last night?” he said, voice low but sharp enough to cut. He did not yell, not yet, but you could hear the fury boiling under it. “I had to call the commissioner at three in the morning because of some stupid prank with plastic BBs. Do you have any idea what that could do to my deals? My name gets dragged into this mess and suddenly half the people I work with start asking questions I do not want to answer.”I dropped my keys on the counter and rubbed my sore jaw. It still hurt like crazy from Alex’s punch. “It was not that big a deal, Dad. Nobody got hurt. Jace is out now thanks to you.”He let out this short laugh that had zero

Damien “Knock it off!” Alex yelled, trying to wedge himself between us again. He pushed at my chest, then at Jax’s arm. “Damien, your leg is messed up, stop being an idiot. Jax, back off. This isn’t helping.”We were all talking over each other now, voices bouncing off the wall. “He started it,” Jax said, still grinning even while trying to shove me away.“I didn’t start shit, you were all over him,” I fired back, breathing hard.Alex threw his hands up. “Both of you are acting like children. Damien, you don’t get to claim me. And Jax, I told you it was complicated.”That word complicated felt like another punch. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t supposed to be like this, that the kitchen thing had me all twisted up and scared and horny and guilty, but instead I just kept pushing at Jax because it was easier than saying any of that out loud.Then Lila came sprinting around the corner, her ponytail bouncing like she was late for a party. She skidded to a stop and stared at the three of u