Lust Next Door - S01 E26

Story 5 months ago

Lust Next Door - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

The Teammate

__________

Off in the distance he heard coach blow a whistle and yell "five more minutes!" muffled between the walls.

Connor groaned and turned back to Serena.

He didn't like anything more than hockey, it was always at the top of his priorities, it was his whole life.

So why did he want to forget about the most important game of the season and stay in this tiny cramped room for the rest of the night?

Connor stared into her relaxed blue eyes, they were darkened under the dim light, and the soft glow illuminated the softness of her dewy skin. His hand went up to cup her face, their messy breaths filled the small space and pushed their bodies closer together.

Stardust seemed to rest on her skin, he ran his thumb over the apex of her defined cheekbones. Sighing softly as he focused on the small details in her face, her long seductive eyelashes casted a gentle shadow, he leaned down and kissed where that shadow casted on her face.

He heard a small gasp falter on her lips and he smirked, Serena arched her back into him, contouring herself to his body.

He pressed his large hand into the small of her back, holding her there, Connor was about to lose it.

'What are you doing to me.' Connor thought to himself as he trailed his lips along her silk skin, breathing in the addictive sugar vanilla scent of her. His fingers trailed slowly up her arms, her skin felt like feathers.

She leaned her neck to the side and sighed, her own hands found their way to the hem of his large jersey, she felt up and along the exposed skin above his waistband. Her fingers brushing gently along the tender skin, causing an pleasured ache to fill him and make the situation between his pants press harder into her leg.

She chuckled and narrowed a teasing smirk at him, her gaze was so captivating, like Medusa she seemed to turn him to stone, he didn't want to move from this position. Entranced, he thought he would crumble to her will if she asked with those pretty eyes of hers.

"I should probably head back, don't wanna make you miss your game." She sighed and took another handful of his hair, her slim fingers felt like heaven woven between his locks

He let out a husky groan and closed his eyes. Connor placed one slow kiss on her lips, letting the smoothness of her plump mouth imprint on his, the smallest hint of her begging tongue licking his at the quick interaction.

She tasted better than anything he had ever had, her mouth always had a faint sweetness to it, as if the last thing she ate was always something sugary, and it was warm and absolutely Serena Jade.

He put both his hands on the wall behind her, he looked down at her through his heavy gaze, "Probably."

The words felt heavy leaving his mouth. Regretful.

Her face fell for a second before a cool expression plastered on her features, "Right, see you..." her response seemed to falter, as if she didn't know when, or didn't have a reason to see him ever.

They hated each other.

"Tomorrow. For the greenhouse." Connor said quickly as she moved to the door, he almost forgot about their little agreement but was suddenly very glad for that decaying glass building.

A gentle grin wove onto her lips, and Connor swore for a second that smiles were invented for her lips the way it looked devastatingly beautiful there.

"Yeah, tomorrow."

In this closet, isolated form the world, floating on a different timeline only for them, Connor thought they might be able to be friends.

•

"Connor where have you been?" Josh's scolding voice filled his ears as his team made their way back to the ice.

"Yeah, Coach chewed all our asses while looking for you." Liam, number thirteen, spoke up. "Probably off finding his number one fan, giving her special treatment." He added with a clear suggestive twine in his voice.

Connor furrowed his eyebrows and grumbled, this guy was already on thin ice with him, so he just ignored it before he did something he regretted.

As the speakers filled the stadium, fans cheered in anticipation. Second period.

Connor pushed in his mouth guard and secured his helmet on. Finally putting on his gloves and grabbing his stick.

He turned to his team, a red haze fixed over his eyes as determination and a sweet vanilla smell rung through him.

"listen up! We are tied, tied is losing, I want to be so far ahead of those scumbags they consider retiring." Connor yelled and raised his stick.

The rest of his team raised their sticks with him and yelled in unison, "Wolves!"

Both teams skated back on to the ice, getting into their ready positions, Connor at center facing off for the puck.

Luca, Josh, Liam, and Diego were on the ice with him.

He glanced over at the stands and spotted Serena, a bad habit he was taking on.

Looking at her every chance he got.

A primal sense of pride swelled in him as he took in her anxious excited face, the smudges of black under her eyes, and her puffy lips he knew were because of him.

He was gonna win this fucking game.

The ref dropped the puck and within second that aching fire blazed bright inside of him, he thought of Honey, how she was surely home right now howling at the tv screen.

And he stole that puck easily, launching down the ice and barreling into one of the bullets defenders, nodding to Josh he passed the puck across to him.

He circled the net and looked back at Josh.

He was gearing up like he was gonna shoot, Patty charging for him, but right before he was about to score, Josh faked them out and passed back to Connor.

Without even looking down at the ice, Connor caught the puck, goalie distracted, and scored.

The rest of the game Connor didn't let The bullets score again, pressure and pressure and pressuring their defense till he watched the spirit drain from their eyes.

He found sick pleasure in it.

Connor scored again, Josh got a score in too, and finally Sam switched in for Diego and got the last score.

Making the final leaderboard 2-6; wolves. It was a landslide and the crowd was erupting so loud Connor thought he bursted an eardrum.

His lungs were working double, panting as his breath fogged in front of him and a big smile filled his lips victoriously. He raised his arms as his team swarmed him and they celebrated together.

The bullets stalked off the ice, but not before Patty could get one last word in.

"We'll play again Deluca, and when we do, we will take that undefeated title home with us." He snarled, the man's murderous gaze steaming the atmosphere between them.

Connor smirked, "Spoken like a true loser Patty."

A smug grin graced his face as he focused on something behind Connor, "I'm not the only loser tonight." And skated off.

Connor knitted his brows together and spun around, in the distance he saw Liam leaning over the boards, smiling and chatting with someone, he narrowed his eyes and dread pulled his stomach to the ground.

That someone was Serena.

A knot twisted his rib cage around his heart and an ugly snarl pulled on his face. He pushed his skates into the ground without thinking, stalking over to Liam like a lion about to kill a gazelle.

Connor never experienced this burning feeling that came up in his throat, every one of his heart beats he heard, and a type of rage he couldn't place made his fists shake.

He did a overly dramatic hickey stop by Liam, causing both their enthusiastic chatter to die.

Serena had a stupid grin on her face, one that Connor never put there, he got scowls and strained smiles from her, but never the grin that easily slipped onto her lips and made her face look brighter than the ice.

That caused an unfamiliar pain to rupture his chest.

Liam, he had the same shit eating grin on, practically kicking his skates in the air as he was talking to her.

"Hey Connor." Liam raised an eyebrow at him and immediately Serena was scowling at him.

Truthfully, Connor didn't really have any good reason to be interrupting their conversation, nor did he have a plan.

He just knew he wanted to smash Liam's face into the ground.

"Well, aren't you two friendly." Connor rasped.

Serena shot him a warning glare as if to say, "go away don't ruin this for me."

Liam then smiled coyly and scratched the back of his blond head, turning to Serena, "Ha, caught me, I saw her in the VIP boxes and remembered her from that weird party you invited us too. She answered the door for me, and I couldn't then, but I wanted to give her my number instantly."

Murder, Connor wanting to fucking murder him.

"I was just telling your teammate here that he's much nicer than you are, and he has great manners for a jock." Serena giggled..giggled at him.

I'm fucking gonna throw up.

"Liam you can leave now." Connor skated defensively closer to Serena. As if guarding what was his.

He looked at him confused and Serena shot daggers his way.

"What? How about you leave, why are you even over here? I don't remember either of us calling you over to interrupt us."

Us.

"There is no fucking 'us'. Liam I suggest you back the fuck up before I do it for you." Connor snapped, a dangerous fire twisting in his eyes as his jaw tightened. Now all his murderous intent narrowed in on the dirty blonde male as the crowd started to dissipate in the stands.

Connor skated closer to Liam, invading his space.

"Woah...I didn't know you two were-" Liam raised his hands defensively.

"We aren't!" Serena interrupted before he could finish, a soft apologetic gaze directed his way, but when she turned to Connor she looked like she was on fire.

She grabbed a fist full of his jersey and dragged him over to the gate, "Connor, a word." She spat out, each word edged in Steele.

•