No reaction

Dorian’s P.O.V

Rose has been sucking my cock for the past five minutes and while she had a great technique, I wasn’t even close to cumming. She was just enough to keep me hard and thrusting shallowly. Maybe it was because the fucking reason I was hooking up with her hadn’t shown up.

Gritting my teeth, I buried my fingers into her hair and shoved her down onto my cock, increasing the thrusts of my hip so this could be over with.

But the door suddenly swung open and there he fucking was. I raised my head just in time to catch his expression. It was as if I’d slammed a sledgehammer straight into his chest. His jaw slackened, eyes locked on his precious girlfriend on her knees, lips stretched wide around my cock.

It was glorious.

I couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged at my lips. Rose had been so damn easy. With a few cocky words and some smooth words, she was practically begging for it. She wasn’t what I wanted, but she was the means to an end, and as far as pawns went, she was doing her job beautifully.

Seeing his reaction–those bright blue eyes flitting from my face to my cock, to Rose choking on me–it was better than I could’ve  imagined.

I stared right at him, daring him to do something. Anything.

When he didn’t move, I tightened my grip on the back of Rose’s head, pushing her down harder. She gagged, her hands moving from fingering her pussy to clutching my thighs, but I didn’t let up.

Not when I had Carter standing there, frozen, wide-eyed, watching me.

God, it felt like I was on a fucking power trip.

“Captain,” I mouthed silently, locking eyes with him as I dragged my dick out of her mouth, letting her gasp for air before shoving it back in. “Her mouth feels so fucking good.”

His brows knotted but that was as far as any reaction I got from him. Instead he stayed rooted to the spot, his chest heaving, his lips parting slightly as his gaze dropped again–to my cock when I pulled out of Rose’s mouth, slick with her spit.

Holy shit.

Heat shot through me, and my dick twitched in her mouth. I licked my lip ring slowly, deliberately, hitching every penny I had on the fact that his eyes would follow the movement of my lips. And they did. His gaze snapped to my mouth, and for a second, I swear his pupils blew wide.

Suddenly Rose shifted, trying to turn her head, maybe to see why I’d gone still, but I wasn’t about to let her ruin my performance. I grabbed her chin roughly before she could see her little boyfriend. “Eyes on me,” I growled and she moaned, quickly taking my dick back.

I swung my gaze back up to see his nostrils flare, but he still didn’t move. Perhaps he was shocked and transfixed by the heartbreak and betrayal. He was beautiful like this–confused and barely holding himself together. My hips snapped forward, and Rose whimpered, clutching at me as I fucked her mouth harder, not caring if she could handle it.

Take it…Take it…fucking Take it, Carter.

Every time his eyes darted to my cock, I thrust deeper, my fantasy running amok. Suddenly it wasn’t Rose on her knees anymore. It was him, staring up at me with those goddamn ocean eyes, struggling to take me down his throat.

The vision hit my like a freight train and a growl tore from my throat as I came hard, my cock pulsing, spilling down Rose’s throat. She moaned, swallowing around me, but I didn’t even register it.

All I could see was Carter.

His chest rose and fell as though he had run a marathon. And then just when I expected him to explode and break my nose, Carter’s expression shuttered, his mouth pressed into a flat line, and then…he just walked away.

What the fuck?

I roughly pulled out of Rose’s mouth, tucking myself back into my jeans with sharp, jerky movements. She looked up at me with slick, swollen lips and eyes shining with lust.

“I usually don’t hookup with other boys when I’m in a relationship, Dorian. But you’re the only exception,” she purred and my stomach twisted.

Ignoring her, I moved to the sink and turned on the faucet, cupping my hands under the water so I could splash cold water on my face. Why the fuck hadn’t Noah reacted? He was supposed to snap–punch me, yell at me, create a scene so everyone knew what bitch he was. But no. He’d just watched and then left.

Behind me, Rose stood, fixing her dress and smoothing her hair. When I caught her reflection in the mirror, she sneered at me for a second before she rolled her eyes and started rinsing her mouth in the other sink.

Suddenly, the door burst open, almost shattering on its hinges and I raised my head in surprise to see Jaxon storming inside.

His eyes were filled with rage and it intensified once they landed on me. “You motherfucker,” he snarled and before I could react, his fist collided with my nose and the crunch of cartilage sent a shockwave of pain through my skull.

“Shit!” I stumbled back, clutching my face as blood poured down my lips and chin. Jaxon was fucking huge–as the second defenseman, I’ve seen how much he deadlifts–so you gotta know he packs a punch.

 I readied myself for another blow when he shifted slightly but he just stood there glaring at me like I’d burned down his house.

“Piece of shit,” he spat before turning on his heel and storming out, leaving me alone with Rose whose face had gone as white as sheet. After sputtering at me for a few more seconds, she walked out too.

The door quietly shut behind her and I stared at my reflection in the mirror, red dripping slowly onto the white sink, my nose throbbing like a bitch.

And for the first time in months, I felt…hollow.

Noah had watched me come in his girlfriend’s mouth. Watched every fucking second. And then he’d just…left.

Why did that bother me so much?

I gritted my teeth, swiping a roll of tissue and wiping the blood from my face. 

By the time I stumbled into my shitty dorm room, it was past midnight. My head was pounding and my nose was still bleeding on and off. It wasn’t broken, that much I knew from years of getting into fights. But it fucking sucked that I’d have to deal with a swollen nose for a week at the very least. Did I deserve it? Maybe. 

My stomach churned with something I couldn’t quite name. Anger? Shame? Some sick mix of both?

I didn’t fucking know.

I dumped my wallet on the floor, grabbed a half-empty bottle of some cheap store-bought whiskey off my reading table, and took a swig. 

It burned going down, but I liked it. Anything to drown out the image of Noah walking away, calm as fucking ever, like he hadn’t just watched me ruin his girlfriend’s dignity–and his own.

It felt like all my plans had just been in vain. 

I sank onto the couch, tipping the bottle back again as my mind replayed the scene over and over again. His wide blue eyes…the flicker in his gaze when I shot my load.

It hadn’t been disgust.

Fuck, it wasn’t even anger.

It had seemed like curiosity or maybe I was just projecting my fucking unwanted fantasies on him. As far as I know, Golden Boy was as straight as a needle and he’d seemed really excited about his girlfriend.  I was pretty sure he was homophobic even, maybe not as loud as the other guys but whenever they made obnoxious jokes during practice, he barely called them out and sometimes chuckled silently.

I fucking despised all of them. Especially Noah Carter.

But that look–

“Get your shit together, Hayes.” I groaned, scrubbing a hand over my face. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here like some pathetic asshole, obsessing over my enemy who was probably sitting in his room and counting money.

My plan had worked, hadn’t it? I’d shown him how easy it was for me to take anything that belonged to him and reminded him that he wasn’t untouchable.

So why the fuck did it feel like I’d lost?

I drank until the bottle was empty and I threw it into the wall. By the time I dragged myself to bed, the sun was already creeping through the curtains.

When I woke up the next morning. I realized three things. I was hungover and I was fucking exhausted and I was late. And yet the day hadn’t really started. Getting my ass in and out of the shower took less than five minutes and I felt a little more human when I pulled on some old jeans and a hoodie. 

I had three classes until practice and they passed in a blur of fucking headaches. I barely paid any attention and when the time struck two, I felt like I was walking into the lion’s den.

The locker room was loud when I stepped in, the guys changing and at first, it seemed like they didn’t notice me. I forced myself to act normal, keeping my face neutral as I headed for my spot, but I was tense and prepared to lash out if any of them picked a fight with me. Last night, Jaxon was only able to sneak a punch in because I’d been caught unawares.

My eyes drifted to Carter who was sitting on the bench and lacing up his skates. His expression was blank like nothing had happened.

But I knew he saw me. Our eyes met.

Fuck this.

I yanked my locker open with more force than necessary, drawing a few glances from the guys around me. Suddenly, Matt grinned and walked across the room, grabbing a young, red-faced dude by the hair as he jerked his chin toward me.

“Liam, did you hear Hayes had a wild night?” His voice was loud as usual but he seemed angry. “Didn’t think anyone had it in them to steal the captain’s girl. Bold move, man. And now I know the other rookies will be getting ideas.”

Laughter rippled through the room but his Rookie, Liam I think, seemed uncomfortable. He touched the hand Matt was using to grab his hair. “I’m not getting any ideas, Senior Matt.”

Pissed off, I looked away and my gaze somehow landed on the captain. He was chatting with Jaxon despite what was happening and sometimes, he even smiled.

No man would react this way if someone slept with their girl and they watched the whole thing.

It suddenly hit me.

Carter didn’t give a flying fuck about Rose. I could bet my right arm he agreed to date her because she asked him in public.

Interesting.

Very interesting.