52. Hayden

My teeth grit togetheras I shove my shit back into my duffle. My dick brushes against the inside of my sweats and my knees almost buckle. It"s so hard, it"s pulsing with every beat of my heart, and it"s only a matter of time before the guys notice.

And what the hell am I going to tell Coach? "Sorry, I"m too horny to practice today."

He"ll kick my ass.

I don"t know what the fuck Cassidy did to me, but this shit isn"t normal. I can"t skate when my dick"s a goddamn steel pole between my legs and even the smallest brush of anything against it almost sends me over the edge.

Somehow I know that if I jack off, it"s not going to help.

My wife had to have slipped something into my breakfast, and the worst part is I can"t even be mad about it. Not after doing the same thing to her.

Warren slings his arm over my shoulders, and I blow out a breath as he jostles me. "Dude, what"s wrong?"

"Nothing," I bite out, trying to shove him off me. He"s like a fucking barnacle sometimes and him touching me while I'm hard is fucking me up.

He looks down at my dick and then back up at me with a smirk on his face that would drive even the most even-tempered guy to want to knock his teeth out. "Huh. I thought I liked hockey, but I"ve gotta say, you might be taking it to an unhealthy level. Unless that's for me?"

I shove him away hard enough that he stumbles back while he"s laughing his ass off. A couple of the other guys are starting to pay attention to War's bullshit and I want no part of them realizing I"m sporting a massive boner in the locker room.

Let"s just say it"s not a good look.

Mattson and Kingston huddle around Warren, asking him what"s going on as I ignore them all and grab my stuff, heading for the showers. It"s not like I can hide it forever, but maybe if I can get some cold water on my dick, it"ll go down so I can get out of the building.

It doesn"t.

I take a freezing shower, trying to think of anything but my wife and all the ways I"m going to fuck her when I get home as retribution for this, even if I respect the hell out of her for fighting back.

But that only makes it worse.

My cock jerks against my stomach, and I groan as I reach down to stroke it. Yeah, because instead of sticking straight out like normal, I"m so fucking hard the damn thing is standing up.

What. The. Fuck.

The locker room is definitely not the place for this shit. My fingers wrap tighter around my shaft and it"s too much and not enough at the same time. My balls are so tight they ache and there"s no way I"m getting any relief until Cassidy gives it to me.

I glance behind me as I wonder if I"m really going to do this here. The locker room"s the least sexy place I can think of, but my dick doesn"t seem to care as it pulses in my hand and I clamp my mouth shut against the groan trying to slip out.

Goddamn it.

I stroke myself once, twice, three times before I come so hard it hurts. My knees buckle as I lean against the shower wall to keep from falling. I don"t even know how long it takes for me to recover, but by the time I do, my dick"s hard again. Or maybe it's still hard.

"Motherfucker," I mutter as I grab a towel.

How much of this shit did Cassidy give me?

When I get back to my locker, almost everyone"s already on the ice, so I pull my clothes on, tugging my hoodie lower so it covers my raging hard on. For fuck"s sake. It"s like I didn"t even come.

"Vaughn," Coach Morin barks when he sees me. "Why the fuck aren"t you on the ice?"

I shift on my feet, hoping like hell Coach can"t see my boner. My heartbeat echoes in my dick and I"m going to spank the shit out of my wife when I get home before I fuck this out of my system.

"Emergency at home, Coach. I"ve gotta go," I say, making a wish on every star in the universe he doesn"t ask me for specifics. Oh, sorry Coach, my wife dosed me with something this morning and now I"m too hard to skate.

He stares at me for a second, weighing my words before he nods. "Go. Get your shit sorted out and be back for practice tomorrow."

"Will do," I say as I grab my bag and head for the door, trying not to walk bowlegged as my cock throbs with every step. It"s like it"s got a mind of its own, and this is a first for me. Usually, he and I are on the same page.

But not today.

The asshole's gone rogue.

I make it to my car, tossing my bag in the backseat before I get behind the wheel and take off toward home, hoping Cassidy"s ready for what"s coming her way.

She better be.

I pull up to our house and storm inside, dropping my bag by the door as I stalk through the living room and up the stairs. She"s standing at the top waiting for me, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk I"d be proud of if I wasn"t so fucking horny and pissed off over what she"s done.

I walk right up to her, using my size to back her straight into the wall. She presses her whole palm against my chest to try to stop me but I don"t let her, gripping the backs of her thighs and lifting her so she has no choice but to wrap herself around me.

"Hayden, stop. You"re not fucking me," she says as she tries to wiggle out of my grip.

I let out a deranged-sounding laugh, feeling so on edge I want to crawl out of my skin. My fingers tighten against her skin and I hope I leave bruises I can trace with my tongue later. "Oh, Princess. After what you did? You"re lucky I"m not inside you already."

"Stick your dick inside me right now and you"re going to need to tie me down at night so I don"t cut it off in your sleep," she threatens, narrowing her eyes into slits and digging her nails into my chest through my hoodie. "Now put. Me. Down."

I let her drop slowly so she has to slide down my body. I don"t miss the way she shudders, but she tilts her head up in that stubborn way she has as she shoves me back. This time I let her.

She crosses her arms over her chest again and I want to rip that stupid fucking t-shirt she"s wearing off her so bad my fingers twitch with the urge. "What did you give me?" I ask as I reach down and adjust myself in my pants. It"s not helping anything, but it feels good when I rub my hand against my cock, even though it"s still throbbing like a bitch.

She smirks, and I know I"m going to lose my shit if she doesn"t give me what I want soon. "A little something Sawyer got me. If you can use him to mess with me, I don"t see why I can"t do the same to you."

I groan. Of course my brother had a part in this. "I"m going to kill him."

Cassidy opens her mouth like she"s going to say something, but the doorbell rings, interrupting whatever it was. "Better get that," she says, patting me on the chest and slipping out from between me and the wall. "You might want to do something about..." She gestures to the outline of my dick, which is fucking ridiculous in these pants. I can't believe Coach didn't notice—or maybe he just kept his mouth shut.

"I thought that was your job, wife," I say, adjusting myself, but it"s useless.

The doorbell rings again, and Sawyer pops out into the hallway. "Are you planning on ignoring that or...?" He trails off as he looks me up and down before smirking. "I see your wife got even."

"No thanks to you, asshole. I thought you were supposed to be on my side." I glare at my brother, but the fucking bell rings again, so I growl and stomp down the stairs, feeling maybe the most out of control I ever have in my life. My blood"s pumping so hard it"s like I can feel it rushing through my veins.

When I yank the door open, my fucking father stands on the doorstep in the impeccable custom suit he"s always got some version of on, salt and pepper hair perfectly slicked back.

Goddamn it.

"I"d ask how you know where I live, but I know better," I say, not bothering to open the door any further, but Satan himself pushes his way in anyway. His bodyguard follows and I swear to fuck if he goes near Cassidy, I"m going to rip his arm off and shove it down his throat.

"Hayden," my father says, looking me up and down with a sneer on his face. His eyes linger on the black band on my left ring finger. "You look... well."

I fold my arms over my chest, knowing that if I don"t keep my hands to myself, I"m going to punch him in the face. And now I have to do battle with my dad with a hard dick and I swear I hear Cassidy"s evil laugh from somewhere in the house. "What do you want, Dad?"

He glances around like he"s expecting someone else to be here with us before he turns back to me. Maybe he wanted Sawyer as a secondary punching bag, but my brother"s smart and staying the hell away. "To make sure you haven"t lost your damn mind because you"re sure as hell acting like you have."

I grit my teeth, trying not to let his words get under my skin. He"s always been good at that. "I don"t know what you"re talking about."

He tucks his hands into his pocket and looks around the room, his shrewd eyes no doubt judging every bit of it and finding my home lacking. "Did you or did you not give a sex worker thousands of dollars?"

What the actual fuck? There"s so much to unpack in his sentence, I don"t even know where to start, not that he gives me a chance before he starts in again.

"And did you or did you not marry this sex worker in a goddamn graveyard?"

"First of all, what I do with my money is none of your fucking business." Again, I don"t bother asking how he found out about my paying off Morozov for Cassidy, but it looks like I need to fire my accountant. "And she paid me back every cent, not that you deserve to know that."

And she did, transferring me the money a couple of days ago. I tried to tell her I didn't want it, but her glare kept my mouth shut. I knew she needed to do it for herself, so I let her.

He scoffs like he doesn"t believe me and I"m tempted to shove him out the door, but then he says the thing that triggers my rage. "We don't play house with the help, Hayden. These are the things we do with our wives, not the girls who service us when we get bored. I thought I taught you better than this, son."

"Yeah, well, I"ve always been a disappointment to you. Figured I"d see how far I could take it." I shrug like I don"t care when really it"s all I can do not to punch him in the face. He knows how to push my buttons like no one else. "Now, if you"ll excuse me, I don't have time to listen to your bullshit."

I turn to walk away, but his next words stop me dead in my tracks. "You know, Hayden. You"re making a mistake with this girl. I brought some papers my lawyer drew up to make this mess disappear. All you have to do is sign."

He holds out his hand and his bodyguard slips a manila envelope into his palm and it hits me like a goddamn freight train. I don"t know why I never saw it before, but somehow I know all the winning in the world wouldn"t make this man love me. Not the way a parent should love his child.

Not the way I already love mine.

And then I laugh. "You know, my whole life I"ve been trying to make you proud of me. To win your love. But you know what I just realized?" I step closer to my father, noticing for the first time how he"s shorter than me by a couple of inches. Less broad. He"s always felt so massive, this presence that"s overwhelming. But not anymore. For the first time, I'm seeing him for who and what he really is. "It doesn"t matter what I do, because you"re not capable. This whole time, you had me convinced the problem was me. That I wasn"t worthy. Turns out the problem"s been you all along."

And a whole-ass weight lifts off me, like gravity itself is lighter as I stare down at the man who gave me life and then made it hell.

He stares up at me with his jaw clenched and his eyes hard as stone before he shoves the envelope back into his bodyguard"s hands when I refuse to touch it. Then he turns to leave. "You"ll regret this decision, Hayden," he calls over his shoulder as he walks out the door.

I don"t bother to reply. He"s wrong, but I don"t need to waste any more energy on him. I"m done letting him control any part of me.

And would you look at that?

All it took was a showdown with my asshole sperm donor and my dick"s no longer a problem.

Thank fuck for small miracles.