Hidden Scars (Darby U Hockey Boys, #1)

by Andi Jaxon

My face heats a bit at the memory of him telling me to shut the fuck up while he was jerking me off.

“Seems you spend a decent amount of time thinking about my dick. Jealous no one wants to suck yours?”

“I wonder how long it will take for you to beg to suck my dick.”

There’s more room in this hotel room than in our dorm but he can’t escape me.

Thighs I desperately want to feel wrapped around me.

Why am I watching him put his damn skates on?

my father tried to cut into me. He ruined any pleasure I got from it a long time ago.

Why do I like that he’s jealous? Why do I like Jeremy wearing my stuff?

Because you like him!!

To Jeremy in my clothes, how well my pants fit him.

so he took it and couldn’t stop himself from coming. For me.

Brendon doesn’t know how to handle him.

A pang of disappointment hits me square in the chest, but I refuse to think about it.

I hate that I want him as much as I do.

My jaw aches and my abdomen tightens as the fear of correction hits me.

“Or perhaps, Lillian would like to come see one of your home games.”

A shudder zips up my spine at the memory of the music blasting in my ears and the electricity shooting through my body when he would shock me awake.

the electricity shooting through my body when he would shock me awake.

WTF I um gonna kill his lat iì!

Because he’s broken, you just don’t know how much yet.

Turn away. Stop watching him change. You can’t afford another distraction now, you’re almost done with your father.

What would it feel like to be held by someone? To breathe them in, their hands running through my hair while we laid in bed, pressed together. I want it so bad it hurts.

Keep telling yourself that you hate it. That you don’t itch to touch him.

For just a second, there’s no one on this bus but the two of us. I’m safe.

I curl my finger around his, testing the feeling of it.

It’s going to be a long ride back to school.

Girl let him love you

Please stop pushing it. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.

His gray eyes sear into me with anger and lust and something else.

I fucking hate him and his kissable fucking mouth.

Father is going to make me pay for this. I’ll get more than one cut, in a painful location. I won’t be able to sleep for days, no food, dehydration. Worthless. Useless. Disgrace.

You. Hit. Him. Unprovoked. Father is going to drag you back for this.

It’s not an easy run by any means, but it will do what I need it to.

My poor baby he needs to yet out

“Did you want him to kiss you?” Brendon

Shut the fuck up!!!

“I can’t tell if you hate me because you want to fuck me or because you can’t?”

“If I wanted you, I would have you.” Preston snarls his words against my lips

You shouldn’t have touched him.

Being touched hurts but I want it so fucking bad.

He is not wearing Brendon’s fucking clothes. If I have to ruin more clothes by ripping them from his body, I fucking will.

I have no claim to Jeremy. Logically, I know that. But I want to.

Jeremy where I can fucking see him and not in Brendon’s fucking clothes.

“I need to speak with you.”

He looks like he doesn’t trust me but that’s fine, I don’t trust me either.

“Change.”

“Excuse me?”

“Change.”

“Please.”

Damn me just saplease ins is series

I rest my forehead on his, wanting so desperately to find comfort in this man while knowing I can’t afford to.

“Do everything you can to not talk to my father.”

“Why don’t you want me to talk to your dad?”

“I don’t want him talking to you,”

Brendon looks at Jeremy and glowers. For some reason, it makes me want to smile. I allow a smirk to turn up one side of my lips.

Maybe next time I give in to the temptation to touch him, I’ll leave marks. I do love to see my handy work left behind.