My Dark Jock: The Complete Series (My Dark Jock Series)

by Arden Long

Two hours. Shit. Now I’m future North and it’s my problem. But I can’t blame pre-orgasm North, it was totally worth it.

Does he like her? Why wouldn’t he? I’m sure she’s very attractive if you’re into that kinda thing. That kinda thing being girls.

Malcolm just isn’t interested in me romantically, no matter how much I want him to be, and nothing is going to change that.

smile at the memory. Me and Mom used to cycle to the local library and we’d spend hours in there. And they might have the new sci-fi book I haven’t been able to get a hold of yet.

But with North? He’s the perfect sub.

“Then why won’t you do me too?” I snap and turn on him. “Because I’m not interested in you, Paul! I don’t want anyone else. I only want him!”

But it’s not, I don’t just want him, I want only him, and there’s a big fucking difference.

Everyone and everything else pales in comparison to North.

“North. Now.” I shudder as my body reacts to his tone, all of my blood heading south.

I follow Malcolm. How can I not?

“And now I’ve changed my mind. You can’t date her.” I lick my lips. Why is my heart pounding so hard? “You can’t date anyone.”

He wants to push it, but the urge to do what I say is almost as strong as my urge to command him.

“You’re mine, and I never”—I bite down for emphasis—“want to see anyone with you like that ever again.”

I just need to make sure he knows he belongs to me and only me. I can work out my issues later.

“Tell me you belong to me,” I say between sucks. “I belong to you,” he stutters, without hesitation. “And no one else.”

“Say my name while you get yourself off,” I say. “Malcolm,” he gasps.

“No. The name you call me.” He opens his eyes and looks at me, biting his lip, and then groans, “Mal.”

My chest tightens. Yes. That’s it. Only he can call me that. That’s his name. It belongs to him. “More,” I s...

He looks so fucked out. My perfect golden boy.

But North shouted my name, and suddenly I could control myself again. It was weird. I heard him through the buzzing in my head, and then the red rage lifted before my eyes.

“Beg me to come in your face,” I hiss. His mouth falls open, his chest heaving to catch his breath. “Please,” he gasps. “Please, Mal, I want it. I want to taste it. I want to be dripping with your cum.”

And fuck he looks like he actually wants it, like he needs it, pretty boy North Nolan needs me to blow my load over his face.

He laughs. It’s raspy from the savage throat fuck, and so fucking good. I don’t have a favorite noise but if I did, this might be it.

North. I want North more.

He’s not going to push, he’s happy with the answers I can give him.

If I cry now I’m going to throw myself in front of a bus.

Whatever this barrier is that he holds up around himself, I’m going to break through it. I’m going to break into him, and make him mine, until he can’t hide from me anymore.

How are you meant to behave when you wake up with someone clinging to you like an abandoned baby monkey?

I pretend not to be afraid of anything, but that’s a lie. I’m just afraid of the things most people crave. Affection. Emotion. Connection. And the way they make me vulnerable.

God damn cheerful asshole, making me feel relaxed when I should be agitated.

“Because I like my guys like I like my coffee, dark, bitter, and—no wait, that doesn’t work. I like my coffee sweet as hell.”

On Wednesday morning I wake up tied to the bed. Well. This is new.

He’s made it clear I’m not his “boyfriend.”

We just spend all of our time together, sleep in the same bed, fuck like rabbits, and absolutely obsess over each other. We don’t need a label for this, other than “fucking great.”

I blow a lock of hair out of my face. “Ok, it’s a no pet names kinda morning,” I say. “Got it.”

he trails off and tips my head up with his finger, exposing my neck and the bite marks littering my skin—his new favorite hobby.

“Seriously, Mal, if you don’t want me to call you daddy you’re going about it the wrong way,” I groan.

We just need a little longer to allow Mal to fully inch out of his shell. Like an adorable little bad-tempered hermit crab.

I want to be all over him at all times—tasting, smelling, touching. I can’t get enough.

“Keep working hard and I’ll take you for a shake later. How about that?” He grins. “I love having a sugar daddy who gives me sugar,” he says as he wriggles his helmet back on.

My many problems stem from what I think of myself. I have no energy left for other people’s opinions. Except North’s.

Why do you want me to go so badly?’ “Because I like you. And I don’t want to go without you.”

I sigh. Growing feelings is a pain in the ass.

For fuck’s sake. I’ve been training him too well. He’s become too strong, and now he’s turned on his maker. Is this how Frankenstein felt?

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I brought this on myself. I flew too close to the sun, and now I’m paying the price; I have to go and socialize.

“Hey, I can be both. I can be anything I want. You taught me that.” “Big fucking mistake,” Mal grumbles.

“Is it too late to take it back?” “Yep! I believe in myself now, and it’s all your fault. You should have considered the consequences when you first gave me that butt plug.”

It’s the funniest, cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. This moment must be dedicated to memory.

When I costume, I costume hard.

He’s always putting himself way out of his comfort zone for me, even if he doesn’t say it outright. And I’m so damn grateful.