Lust Next Door - S01 E36

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Lust Next Door - S01 E36

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36

"What would you like me to say Connor? Because frankly I've got nothing I want to say to you." She spoke so calmly, keeping her voice level and low but still backed with anger.

Connor furrowed his eyebrows together hard, his hands clenched next to him.

"Say what it is."

"Fine, a date. Satisfied now?"

Those words flooded him with his own insecurities. Feelings he didn't want address or pushed aside. But the main one he could name. Was fucking rage.

He felt like a toddler, watching someone put their grimly hands all over his perfect toy. He imagined her moaning Liam's name, his hands scorching over every inch of her skin he touched, and even engaging in mindless banter with her. Filling his spot.

He wanted to yell, kick and scream and smack that dumb blonde around till he was apologizing to Connor on his knees.

But he had no damn reason to, even as he stood their, staring into her fierce gaze searching for any reason he had to be upset. He couldn't find one damn good one.

And that only pissed him off more, filling his right mind with a foggy red haze.

Instead he let out a sound between a snicker and scoff, and leveled at low condescending smirk at her, then slid it over to Liam, "Aren't you two cute. Coach is looking for you, get on the ice Liam."

He shouldered past him, not making it a secret when his broad shoulder whacked into the shorter man's intentionally.

It pushed him off his balance a little, causing both of them to stare off after him as Connor walked away.

A few feet down he stopped and narrowed his glare back at the two of them from over his shoulder, "That means now." He demanded, and then finally left.

Trying to pump some of the blood back into his heart where it seemed to be gushing out of him in a puddle at Serena's feet.

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The ice felt cold, but the air that buzzed in the stadium was hot. Mingling together to brew the perfect storm.

They were now just skating in the calm before it.

The game went well, of course, as it always does. Connor was laser focused, locked into the match so intently his eyes didn't stray from the puck once and he was sure his face was set in an unchanging scorn. In hockey anger and passion were the same, the fuel that made the players go.

The warm up was tense too.

Liam and Connor spun around each other, plucking at that thin rope pulled taut between them. Little words were exchanged, but the piercing looks that struck through the air was enough. It felt heavy, full of intentions and threats, both men guarding a prize.

The rest of the team could feel it too, that storm.

They steered clear. Doing what they were told, letting the two lions prowl around each other.

The game was even tenser, multiple times Connor stole the puck from Liam. His teammate. He wouldn't pass to him when he was open, taking unnecessary risks when he didn't need to.

But he delivered, Every time his petty plays worked out. Whether from luck, or Connor's sheer will, he didn't know.

But the tension on the ice couldn't even be cut by their slick blades.

There was only three minutes left of the game. Connor was hot, the chill of the ice spreading a welcomed chill across his face and neck. For the first time that night, he spared a glance to the stands. His gaze locking with Serena's like a magnet snapping into place.

She was staring at him, arms crossed, and hatred lacing everyone of her features. She knew exactly what he was doing this whole game. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

Liam skated closer to him, both Players guarding the goal as their other team mates grappled with the puck down the ice.

Both staring ahead at the game, but they were sizing each other up wordlessly, as they had been all night.

"Stay away from her." Connor mumbled through a husky demand, his eyes trained forward.

Liam whipped his head over to him, "Excuse me?"

"Are you fucking deaf or an idiot? I said stay away from Serena."

Liam let out a tense chuckle, "Connor I've always had respect for you. But you're getting on everyone of my damn nerves now. That women is not yours, and she came here for me. Get over it."

"She came here for you? Really?" Connor let a cocky smirk slip onto his lip as he only spared Liam a measly sideways glance. As if he was better than him, as if that was all he disserved from him.

"Because I've made that women cum for me plenty of times. I've heard my name fall from her lips in breathy moans more times than your mother has said I love you to you. Serena is fucking mine, and I don't want to see you, or anyone else near her ever." Connor grumbled out through a tense jaw. It felt like some strange person was taking control of Connor's tongue and body. He'd never behaved this way over any women before.

He never lost such control over himself when someone he was involved with was shown more attention. But when it came to her, Connor felt like someone else was conducting his heart. Jumping inside of him to make him desperate and breathless for her. Willing to do anything, and scare anyone away to keep her.

Liam's eyes widened, then narrowed into slits, his face went dark and he threw his stick down on the ground. Flicking his gloves off, he pulled his helmet from his head and discarded it in the same fluid motion.

And the storm finally cracked lightning, thundering down on the both of them.

As if Connor was waiting for it, he flashed a devilish grin and threw his helmet down, removing his gloves and and stick with it.

"Looks like we've got a fight breaking out! Seems to be between....oh." The sports commentators were taken a back. It was common to see fights break out between opponents. But teammates?

The attention turned towards them in the midst of the crackling storm and fleeting minute of the game. They slowly circled each other, fist up, then there was another thunderous snap of lightening between them.

Liam threw his fist at Connor, his knuckles connected with the apple of his cheeks. Splitting the skin, his face whipped to side but he remained steady on his skates.

Taking opportunity of his unbalanced throw Connor threw his firm fist upwards cutting into his jaw, then taking his opposite fist and throwing it into his cheek. The crisp cold air in the arena split his knuckles, adding to the slew of scars that decorated his hands.

Even despite Connors hard punches Liam remained on his feet, staring at each other with murderous intent. He swung at him again but Connor managed to whip to the side, the punch clipping his right shoulder. But Liam used his other fist in the same second it connected with Connor's nose.

He groaned as a metallic liquid trickled into his swelling eye and down into his mouth, hearing Coach Stetson scream obscenities from the sidelines. Connor threw a punch into Liam's face and tackled him to the ground, the two men swinging and fighting like dogs as the whole stadium up roared in response to the storm below. All Connor could feel was the movement of his arms through the air , connecting with squishy skin repeatedly, spraying dollops of blood onto the ice. He felt his own vision blur with Liam's fist, but they were slower and weaker, hindered by his position underneath Connor.

Quickly teammates and refs broke up the fight, peeling the bloody men off each other as the game buzzer blared. Connor's head was ringing and he was growling like a fight dog being dragged away from a battle too soon. The blood that soaked his face made his vision red as well, staring at Liam being dragged opposite from him.

The eye of the storm where they fought was marked by the pure white ice, now tainted with deep scarlet.

He jerked out of Josh's grip, wiping his hand across his bloody nose. The cold blood smeared across his face and on to his hand, his brown eyes nearly black slits of anger. He observed the blood on his hand and groaned, pushing his skates into the ice, he left the rink.

Not sparing a glance to anyone else as he left, but looking back at the bloody spot on the ice.

Josh followed after him into the locker room, Connor ripped off his jersey and pads, haphazardly getting undressed and into his clothes as quickly as possible.

"Connor what the actual fuck was that?! They're taking Liam to the hospital." His friend was yelling but, his voice was drowned in concern mostly.

Connor didn't respond, just continued to take off his uniform.

"This is not like you, you act like a goon on the ice sure, but always with assholes on the other team. You're lucky you don't get suspended for the season after that!"

"Liam threw his gloves down first." Was all Connor snarled out.

Josh laughed in disbelief, "The whole game you were sabotaging his performance, he's one of our better players but he got pulled off the ice three times cause of you! The minute you two came back into the locker room, it was clear to everyone you two were angry." Josh put his hand on Connor's shoulders and softened his disposition, lowered his eyes and frowned. "Is this because of that girl?"

Connor whipped his shoulder forward from Josh's grasp. Keeping his back to him so he might not see the far off look in his eyes, might not see the things that Connor didn't even understand yet. Under the rage, he felt ashamed, staring at his bloody knuckles that anger fazed out and wrecked him with guilt. He was a coward, wearing prideful clothing.

"Just text me what the doctors say about Liam."

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