Chapter 24 You’re Mine
Rafe’s POV
“CRACK—KRRRSHHH! Tshhh… tink-tink-crunch…”
The sound of glass cracking echoed through the empty bathroom as my fist smashed straight through the mirror.
Pieces shattered down into the sink, blood welled up instantly from my knuckles, dripping onto the floor, but I barely felt the pain. All I could feel was the wicked form of jealousy still burning through my veins like acid.
I had walked out of the rink a few minutes ago, lied to Coach Ramirez that I wasn’t feeling well and needed to go to the clinic, which was all a fucking lie.
The truth was that I needed space, anything to erase the image of Shawn pulling Avery in for that deep, possessive kiss right in front of everyone, looking straight at me while he fit it.
Son of a bitch!
The bastard had done it on purpose — revenge for me telling him to stay away from me that day in the bathroom. He was taunting me, rubbing it in my face, and he was doing a pretty good job at it.
“Fuck you, Shawn,” I snarled loudly, my voice echoing through the bathroom walls. “Fuck you and your perfect little girlfriend…fuck you for acting as if nothing happened between us.”
I paced the small bathroom space like a caged animal, my chest rising and falling heavily. “You think you can just kiss her in front of me and I’ll let it slide? After you begged me to fuck you that night.”
“Hypocritical piece of shit—“
CREAK!
The sound of the door creaking open shatters through my thoughts, and I turn immediately to see the one person I despise so much.
Shawn stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. His eyes locked on mine first, then dropped to my bleeding hand. For a tiny second, something like concern flickered across his face, but it vanished quickly, replaced by that familiar annoying smirk on his lips.
“Damn, Navarro,” he began, his voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper. “Didn’t know you were the type to punch mirrors when you get jealous. Jealous of Avery and me, huh? That's cute.”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Shawn!”
“What’s the matter?” He shot back, taking a step closer. “I thought you told me to stay away from you, remember? So why the hell does it bother you so much that I was kissing my girlfriend?”
“Because you did it on purpose,” I spat, stepping much closer now, “You clearly saw me watching across the rink and you pulled her in deeper just to fuck with me. Swear you didn’t do it on purpose, Calder?”
For a moment, Shawn didn’t respond, his smirk fading for a fraction of a second, but it came back as quickly. “Okay, maybe I did it on purpose…so why the long face, Rafe? You jealous I’m fucking a girl and not you?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking jealous,” the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. “I’m pissed as hell because you’ve been distant lately, acting like I don’t exist, then you parade Avery around and kiss her like she’s the only thing that matters. Meanwhile I—”
I forced the words down, but they just kept spilling out. “I missed you, okay? I fucking missed you, and last night, after I barged in on you fucking Avery, the jealousy ate me alive. I went to a club downtown, got wasted, and let some random guy I don’t even know fuck me in the bathroom in return…”
“…just to get you out of my head!”
The moment I said those words, Shawn’s expression changed instantly. That annoying smirk on his lips disappeared, replaced by pure, burning jealousy.
Before I could utter one more word, he moved fast, closing the distance until there was no space left between us. His chest pressed against mine, forcing me back against the sink.
One of his hands stretched out, forcing my chin up so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. “How dare you,” he growled, nothing funny about the tone of his voice now. “How fucking dare you let another guy touch you? Let him fuck you?”
“You caused it,” I snapped back, refusing to look away from his gaze even though my heart was pounding right now. “You’re the one who fucked Avery first. So don’t you dare blame me for trying to move on.”
I don’t get the chance to finish the sentence, Shawn’s mouth crashed hard against mine. He deepened the kiss instantly, one hand fisting inside my hair while the other gripped my thighs, pulling me flush against him.
I could feel how hard he already was through his pants, the thick, hard length of him grinding persistently against my thigh.
“Nobody can ever fuck you the way I did that night,” he growled against my lips. “Not even that stupid random guy could ever make you beg as I did. Your ass belongs to me, Navarro, don’t you dare let anyone else fuck you. Ever.”
The words snapped something inside me, and I deepened the kiss, biting his lower lip until he hissed in pain and pleasure. But Shawn doesn’t relent, if anything, his hands are shoved roughly between us.
He rubbed my cock through my pants, then yanked the zipper down with impatient fingers. The second his hand wrapped around my bare breast, a shameful moan tore from my throat.
“Fuck…Shawn—”
His hands moved in rough motions, stroking and twisting at the head on every upstroke. His grip was punishing, almost too tight, but sending sparks of desperate pleasure shooting through me as my pre-cum leaked steadily over his fingers, making every slide wet and filthy.
“You feel that, huh?” He growled into my mouth, biting my lower lip again as he jerked me harder. “Feel how you’re leaking like a desperate slut for me…because your cock knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it? Even after you let some random asshole fuck you last night.”
I clenched his hands, my hips jerking uncontrollably, and for a second, I even forgot about my bleeding hand as I grabbed his shoulder for balance.
“Prove it then,” I gasped, my voice breaking from his punishing strokes. “Prove that this cock only belongs to you. Fuck me right here. Right now.”
As if realizing himself, Shawn pulled back immediately, just enough to look me in the eyes. Then, his lips formed in a slow, dangerous smirk as he forced my chin up again, his thumb brushing my swollen lower lip.
“If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to beg for it. Properly.”
Fucking jerk!
I was already too damn hard right now, my injured hand forgotten. He knew how bad I wanted this and he was relishing every moment of it.
“P…please, Shawn,” I whispered, my voice thick with lust and desire. “Please fuck me right here. I need your cock inside me…please—“
“Good boy,” he cut in before I could finish, for a moment he just stood there, staring at me with dark satisfaction. “I’ll fuck you later tonight in our dorm room. Hard, and rough…just the way you love it.”
Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “But right now? Avery is still out there waiting for me, and Coach is expecting us back on the ice for training.”
With that, he stepped back immediately, his hands pulling out of my cock. I stood there, still pressed against the sink, my dick straining against my pants as every instinct screamed to pull him close.
Shawn gave me one last long look as he paused at the door—a mix of possessiveness and anger at the same time. Then he turned and walked out of the bathroom without another word, the door slamming shut behind him.
I stayed rooted to the ground exactly where I was, blood still dripping slowly from my knuckles onto the floor.
Leaving me with nothing but the wicked realization that Shawn had just left me here…desperate, and craving him more than ever.