39. Cassidy

Hayden pullsme into The Sin Bin behind him, his hand wrapped around mine as we make our way through my crowded bar. He hasn"t stopped touching me since we left the arena, but it"s not like I want him to let me go. I"m still wet between my legs, and can still feel him there imprinted inside of me.

I'm still getting used to this connection I have with him, the intensity of it that makes the world seem gray when he's in full color. Sometimes it's hard to want to do anything but fight and fuck Hayden Vaughn. I still don't know how this is my life now.

He leads me through the throngs of hockey fans and groupies who all cheer for him as he passes. Despite keeping his head down, he nods and waves. He doesn"t stop to sign autographs or talk. It"s like he"s on a mission to get to the back where Sawyer is waiting for us at a table with Torin, Kingston, and Corbin.

"Hey, Cass," Torin Mattson says, standing up to pull out a chair for me to sit down next to him. Hayden scowls at his teammate and drops his big frame into the seat, tugging me onto his lap instead. Then his arm snakes around my waist, locking me in place.

"Hey, Torin," I say, smiling at him as Sawyer rolls his eyes at his brother. "That goal in the second was killer."

His grin widens. "Thanks."

"You guys looked good out there tonight," I tell the guys as Hayden"s hand slips under my skirt and up my inner thigh, making me shiver. He plays with the hole he put in my tights, his fingers brushing back and forth over the soft material and my bare skin. Back and forth. Back and forth in a maddening rhythm.

"Thanks," Kingston Beaumont says with a grin. "It"s all Hayden though. Say what you want, but his methods work."

Hayden shrugs at his line mate but doesn"t disagree. Cocky asshole. His fingers find their way between my legs, teasing me through my wet panties and making me squirm on his lap.

Sawyer groans. "Hayden, stop being a dick." He looks pointedly down at his brother"s hand under the table and what he's doing to me.

Hayden just smirks and pulls his hand back, sliding it up around to rest on my stomach.

"I need a drink," I say, needing a moment to catch my breath and get some space from Hayden before I come in front of all his teammates. If I did, I think I'd probably die of embarrassment, which is kind of hilarious to think about considering I make myself come in front of thousands of strangers on my OnlyFans. "Anyone else?"

They all nod and I slide off Hayden"s lap and head to the bar. I feel his eyes on me as I walk toward Lila and the new girl, Saylor, who Lila hired a couple of weeks ago to help behind the bar when I can"t be here. It wasn"t fair for it all to fall on Lila"s shoulders, and she seems to be working out. I watch as she tosses her hair and laughs at something one of the hockey fans waiting on her to pour their drink says. Girl's already learned that flirting gets you better tips, so I think she'll do just fine.

I laugh and shake my head as I walk behind the bar. "Hey, Lila," I say, smiling at her as she finishes up a drink for one of the hockey fans decked out in Anchors gear sitting in front of her. She hands it to him with a flirty smile before turning to me.

"Hey, girl. You okay?" She looks me over like she"s checking for injuries or something.

I nod, grabbing a tray from under the bar and loading it up with drinks for our table. "Yeah. Just needed a minute."

She grins and leans forward on her elbows, looking over at Hayden, who"s watching me with dark eyes. I shiver at the possessive vibes radiating off him. It feels like I shouldn't like it as much as I do. "I bet you do." She winks and then turns back to the next person who approaches her for a drink.

I grab the tray and start loading it up with everything I know Hayden and his teammates like. I"m trying to figure out what I want, when movement over by the table catches my attention. A gorgeous woman with glossy hair and a killer smile framed by red lips leans her huge boobs right down into Hayden"s face as she whispers in his ear.

Fire scorches through my veins and my stomach churns as I watch them. Hayden doesn"t look happy or anything, but he"s not exactly pushing her away either. He just sits there, nodding as she talks to him, her hand on his shoulder like it belongs there.

Like she has any right to be near him when he's mine.

Why the fuck is he letting her touch him?

I whip around to face the bar, slamming down the last of the drinks with a trembling hand. My stomach plummets with each step I take back to the table, suffocating me until I can barely catch my breath. Rage courses through my body, causing my hands to shake uncontrollably as I make my way across the room with the tray of drinks.

When I get to the table, I slam the tray down so hard, some of the drinks fall over and spill.

I don"t give a single shit.

My vision narrows down to a pinpoint, fixated solely on the spot where her hand rests on what belongs to me. She continues to murmur in his ear, but Hayden"s gaze burns into mine as I stand there, my chest heaving with rage as I struggle to maintain composure.

Is this another game of his? Testing my limits and provoking me? Seeing how far I'll go if he fuels my jealousy enough?

Well, he"s about to find out.

My mind shuts down in a surge of pure instinct. Fury rises inside of me and I lunge forward, grabbing a fistful of the girl"s hair with brutal force. I yank her back violently, pulling her away from my man, daring anyone to come between us.

She screeches in pain, and the sound fuels the rage she provoked. He provoked. A grin that has to look completely savage twists my mouth up as I tighten my hold. "Don"t fucking touch what doesn"t belong to you," I snarl at her, pulling her head back so that I can look her right in the eye. She"s got mascara-stained tears running down her face and I love it. I want her to hurt.

I've never felt this out of control before. Even when Roman cheated on me, I got angry, but it wasn't like this. There wasn't this all-consuming need to destroy that's blinding me to anything but my jealousy.

This girl wants to take Hayden from me and I'd rather die—rather kill—than let her.

She"s trying to claw at my hand, but she"s not going to dislodge my hold no matter how much she tears at my skin. I"ve got too strong of a grip on her hair.

Hayden stands up, and his eyes are black as a starless night. They're fixated on me with a twisted sort of hunger intense enough that I can feel it sparking across my skin like little pinpricks. His teammates are all laughing and cheering me on as I drag her toward the door, but not him.

No, he stalks after us, silent and predatory in his own way. His eyes gleam with a dangerous intensity as they devour the sight of what he"s turned me into. Enjoying every second of my possession of him. She stumbles over her heels, leaving one behind. Sawyer follows behind, not doing anything to stop this train wreck as he picks up her dropped shoe and tosses it outside behind us.

He really is a bad influence

She"s still crying and begging me to let her go as I pull her down the sidewalk and around the corner where there"s less of a crowd to witness my madness. When we get out of sight, I finally let her go, shoving her away from me. She falls onto her ass on the concrete, looking up at me with wide eyes.

"Stay the fuck away from him." I jab my finger in her face as I tower over her. "And stay the fuck out of my bar. Find somewhere else to bag your athlete meal ticket. Got it?"

She nods frantically, scrambling to her feet and running off down the street without looking back. She didn't even pick up her missing shoe.

"Well, that was hot as fuck," Hayden drawls from behind me in a rough voice that strokes against all the best parts inside of me. His hard body pressing up against the length of mine as he wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me even closer. His other hand comes up and circles my throat in a dominant grip.

"I"m mad at you," I say, even though there"s no heat behind it. The anger and jealousy are bleeding out of me as his lips drag along the side of my neck and leave a trail of fire in their wake.

When I say he makes me stupid, this is what I mean. I should be punishing him for what he pulled with that girl. My anger is as much his fault as hers, maybe more. But here I am, melting into him like he deserves to have me.

"I like it when you"re mad at me. The sex is so fucking hot," he whispers into my ear before nipping at my earlobe. "But, baby, no need to be jealous. Your name"s inked on my body. That means forever. You have to know I didn"t do that shit lightly." He spins me in his arms so that we"re face to face, his eyes searing into mine as he leans forward and kisses me. It's deep and bruising and makes my head spin.

I melt into him as the tension seeps out of me like poison. He"s right, and most importantly, he"s not Roman. As hard as it is, I need to trust him.

"Don't act like you weren't waiting to see what I'd do. I saw that look in your eye. You didn"t shove her off because you wanted to play with me. To see how riled up you could get me. Admit it."

He raises his eyebrows. "Like you wore Morozov's sweater to my game to piss me off?"

Shit, he's right. "Uh…" I've got nothing.

He chuckles, running his hand through my hair. "You"re right. It was a dick move, but I was curious how far you"d go. I wanted to see if you"d fight for me." He grins down at me, his eyes glinting in the streetlight. "And baby, you fucking did like no one ever has. I"m so hard right now, I can barely think straight."

I shake my head, laughing as he tugs me back toward the bar. "You"re crazy."

He grins. "I"m yours."