PUCKING THE BAD BOY CAPTAIN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 39

Izzy I stared at Marcus like the words coming out of his mouth might rearrange themselves into something less terrible if I waited long enough. He kept typing, eyes locked on the screen, and the kitchen felt smaller with every click.“Recovery email last hit a university network,” he said. “Not just once. Multiple times over the last year. Same range shows up near a hockey arena Wi-Fi too. Looks like the junior league complex on the east side, the one that hosts those weekend tournaments. There’s also a couple pings from a sports media office downtown that covers the local teams. Nothing recent enough to give an exact apartment, but whoever owns this thing has been near campus and near the ice a lot.”Riven leaned in so fast the chair scraped. “Which university?”“State college, the one twenty minutes from here. The arena Wi-Fi is public guest access mixed with staff logins, so it’s messy, but the pattern is clear. This person is around hockey. A lot.”My stomach twisted. Hockey mean

Izzy I finished the sentence in a rush before I could stop myself. “Not because I think you’re repulsive.”The second the words left my mouth I wanted to grab them back. They sounded wrong, defensive, like I was scrambling to cover something instead of just stating a fact. Riven’s face changed right in front of me. The anger that had been sitting there cracked open into something sharper and rawer at the same time. His jaw flexed once, hard, and his eyes stayed locked on mine like he was waiting for me to take it back or dig the hole deeper.Marcus shifted in his chair and started to stand up. “Okay, I’m just gonna…..”“Sit down,” Riven said without looking at him.“Yeah, stay,” I added, because if Marcus left right then the kitchen would shrink to just the two of us and I was not ready for that.Marcus froze halfway up, hands still on the edge of the table, and slowly sank back into the seat. He looked between us like he had walked into the middle of a fight he never signed up for.

Marcus I sat frozen in the kitchen chair, pulse hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat while the cold coffee sat untouched in front of me, abandoned since before everything had blown up. The laptop screen still glowed with the hidden files and network data we had been digging through for the last hour, the blue-white light cutting across the dark wood of the table and painting the edges of my hands. Upstairs the bedroom door shut with a solid click that carried straight down the stairs. Then the first muffled voices started, low and indistinct at first, followed by the shift of the bed and the soft sound of clothes hitting the floor one piece at a time.Riven’s words from a minute ago kept looping in my head like some messed-up mix of permission and dare at the same time. Stay downstairs. Jerk off if you wish. He had said it flat, like it was nothing, while he pulled Izzy up by the wrist and walked away without waiting for an answer. I stayed exactly where I was, hands res

Marcus Kane’s slap landed hard across my face and my cock jumped like it had a mind of its own. I felt the twitch clear as day and so did he because his hand was still close enough to catch the movement against the open front of my jeans. The sting burned across my cheek and the copper taste of blood filled my mouth where my teeth had cut the inside of my lip but my dick only got harder. Kane’s eyes changed right in front of me. The anger that had been there a second ago slid into something sharper and more interested. He didn’t ask if I was okay. He didn’t ask if I wanted him to stop. He just looked down at the way I was still leaking and said, “Well damn.”Then he spun me around by the hips. My chest hit the edge of the kitchen table and the cold wood pressed against the side of my face that still throbbed from the slap. My jeans were already halfway down and he yanked them the rest of the way so they tangled around my thighs. Cool air hit my bare ass and I heard him let out a sho

Marcus The door swung open and Riven stood there half-dressed, pants hanging low on his hips and no shirt on, skin still marked from whatever they had been doing. His eyes moved over me slow from the open jeans to the wet spot spreading on the fabric to the way I was standing uneven because my ass still burned. The smirk landed hard on his mouth and stayed there.I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but Kane spoke first from right behind me, hand steady on the back of my neck.“He just got his ass worked over and filled downstairs while you two were busy. Deal was he comes up like this.”Riven’s eyebrows went up a fraction. He looked past me at Kane, then back at me, and the smirk got wider. “Did he now.”Izzy was on the bed, sheet pulled up to her waist, face flushed and hair messy. She watched without saying anything at first, just taking it in the same way Riven was.Riven stepped aside and tilted his head toward the room. “In.”I did not move. Kane’s fingers pressed a li