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

by Arden Long

I’m straight, always have been, but right now he looks like some kind of heathen sex god.

“This is to make sure no one gets you off but me. Your cock belongs to me now, and you don’t come, you don’t even get hard, without my permission.”

Last night, Malcolm handcuffed me and fucked my brains out. My ass is still throbbing from his “punishments.” He was rough and demanding and—let’s just get this straight right now; I’m not gay, never have been—but I loved every damn second of it. Like, desperate for more, eyes rolling back, “fuck me harder, daddy” loved it.

“Why did you do that?” I ask. “Punch you?” “Make me fuck you.” “I told you, I need to concentrate,” he says. “And you weren’t going to help me out.” Is it just me, or is this not making any kind of sense?

“I’ll make you a deal,” I say. “I’ll help you with your grades, I’ll make sure you pass. And you give me what I want.” He eyes me warily. “What do you want?” “You. I want all of you. Anywhere, and anytime I want.”

What’s his problem? So I left my pen at home, so what, those things are damn expensive. Not that he’s ever had to worry about money in his entire life. Of course he wouldn’t get it, spoiled rich boy. Why does he even care so much anyway? He made it more than clear that he doesn’t care about me, or even like me very much.

Mal said I couldn’t drink without his permission, but what else can I say? Sorry, I’ve given full control to the guy fucking me and he says I can’t

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

He collapsed against the door, chest heaving and eyes heavy, bare from thighs to shoulders, his cock leaking heavily. And all over his tight body my marks glisten. My signature, claiming him as my territory. He’s perfect like this. If anyone gets near him now, there’ll be no denying it. No hiding it.

North is mine, and I don’t want anyone touching him, or even looking at him. The compulsion to own all of him is more than just a desire. It’s a driving force that I have no control over. His thoughts, his body, and each and every one of his desires—I need them all.

“Can you stay here tonight?” he asks. “With me?” I take a deep breath. “Ok.” The smile that spreads across his face is almost blinding. “Thanks.” “But no cuddling or whatever,” I say quickly. Damage control. His face is so fucking smug I want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. “Sure. Let’s not go crazy.” Smug little shit.

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.

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 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. Although I have many, many skills, peopling isn’t one of them.

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.”

WHAT IN the eight circles of sexy hell has gotten into Mal? I don’t know if I should be worried or excited that he’s relaxing and starting to enjoy himself, but he’s acting so un-Malcolm-like it’s kinda freaking me out.

There are no words to express how awful I feel for him. I can’t blame him for trying to guard his heart after all that. But I’m here now, and I’m not going to break it again. I’m going to scoop it up and cradle it in my hands. I’m going to protect it until it’s strong enough to protect itself.

“I can’t believe your dad wanted me to help you get a girlfriend,” he says finally and snorts. I’m already feeling a thousand times better. “Yeah. Little does he know I’ve already got one.” “Hey.” North punches my arm and I almost drop the phone. “Anyway, can you imagine? ‘Hey ladies. Check out my friend. He’s a ten, but he’ll leave you chained up in his basement.’”

“I want you to know that you belong to me, constantly. Every second of every day, you’re mine.”

And just like that—wrapped around him, his fingers inside me, my fingers in his hair—I fall asleep.

“This better be fucking good,” he grumbles. “And if it’s another cowboy hat I’m returning you.” I grin, spinning the tie of the bathrobe in lazy circles. “It’s too late, you’ve already put your dick in me. No returns.”

OH. SHIT. Time seems to stand still. Patrick Blackwood is standing in the middle of our kinky sex den with his mouth hanging open, looking like he’s just given birth to an elephant.

“Because if you don’t I’m going to let the authorities know about every single shady thing you’ve ever done.”

“Do you remember when I was twelve and those guys came around, in the dark suits and shades? Because I do.” He blinks, standing perfectly still. “Yeah.” I nod. “You didn’t think I saw them did you? You thought you’d locked me in my room, but guess what? I figured out how to get out of there a week after you had the locks installed. One thing you taught me, how not to get caught.”

“I was hiding at the top of the stairs, and I heard everything. It didn’t make sense at the time, until I looked up some of the words you were using, and realized my father was a crook as well as an asshole.”

“I know all of it, Dad. The tax evasion. The blackmail. The bribes.” I pause for effect. “And that’s just the start. What about the prostitutes?”

“Did you really think I was that fucking stupid? You think you hit me enough to knock my brains out?” I swallow the venom in my throat. “I’ll get the IRS, the DOJ, the FBI, fuck I’ll get even the local sheriff on your ass so fast you won’t know what’s hit you.”

“How dare you? I’m your father, I gave you everything.” “Apart from the one thing I actually needed. But you’re going to give it to me now. You’re going to drop the charges. You’re going to fuck off and leave both of us alone. You’re going to sign the deeds of the house over to me permanently. And you’re going to keep on paying my tuition fees for Langley. You try to cut me off, or fuck with me or North in any way, and I’ll bring your whole fucking empire down.”

His body relaxes again, and I feel his lips move against my skin as they stretch into the big, stupid-fucking-goofy smile that is entirely his and no one else’s. The smile that I would burn the whole world down for.