Page 6 of Skating Towards Danger

I was made captain six months ago when Roman retired to take over from our father. His wife, Morgan, whom he metin college, was our physician while he was with the team and much to my big brother's dismay, she is still working with us, but she's stubborn and needs her independence, something he understands due to her childhood.

“You know I don't kiss Amy,” I growl, “Now take my cock like a good girl, or I'll make sure you don't come!”

My phone rings for the second time, but again I ignore it and bend over Amy a little and shove two fingers into her loose cunt, and thrust them hard in time with my hips.

She gasps, “Yes, yes, yes,” as her ass tightens around my cock, squeezing me, and her cunt flutters over my digits before she fucking squirts all over the hotel bed because, yes, I'm dick enough not to take a woman home with me.

Amy screams as she grips the comforter, and I groan as my balls tighten and my spine tingles before I quickly pull out of her and then yank her head back while removing the condom.

Amy complies, and knowing what I want, she spins and opens her mouth, and I shove my cock down her throat, making her gag, and I groan, “Such a good little slut,” as I come down her throat.

She sucks and swallows at the same time, tears staining her cheeks, and I grip her head, pushing myself deep inside her, and twirl my hips, ensuring every little bit of my cum has been swallowed.

She chokes but doesn't push me back, instead, she keeps me deep until I move my hips back, and before I can remove myself from her mouth, she grips my cock, then licks me clean, making me grin as I stand back, and she falls onto the bed.

My phone rings again, and I sigh, turn, walk over to my jeans on the floor, and quickly grab the device.

Shaking my head when I see who it is, I answer it and state, “You know I like to fuck after practice, big brother, what's so important?” Roman sighs like he's disappointed in me, and Iquickly state, “Don't bother with the lecture, especially when you were the biggest player six years ago before you finally managed to lock Morgan down.”

Roman snorts, “You mean before I finally got my head outta my ass and realized she was my one?”

I grin, I can't help it.

Morgan was a waitress at Maggie's Diner in Brooklyn, as in sweet Maggie, who is also her aunt. This is something no one knew about until Roman forced Maggie to explain it after he hurt her niece. The fucker here was told he was to marry a spoilt mafia slut to make our organization stronger with an arranged marriage, something our father promised he'd never force us to do, and Roman was fucking pissed. He threatened not to take over as Don and ended up bumping into Morgan, who spilled hot coffee all over him and herself, giving her blisters.

He declared war on her despite it being his fault, turning the college against her and of course fell in love with her.

It turns out David, Roman's current second until I'm ready to leave hockey behind, is her father. He'd been looking for her since she was about eight after her mother ran with her and her bitch sister, and he expressed that he was taking full custody of his daughter after he'd found out Morgan's mom was cheating.

She spent years doing her mother's and half-sisters' bidding while they snorted coke, drank, and fucked for money.

She worked two jobs to try and support herself and them while working her ass off in college to graduate the same year as me, a year early, which she did end up doing.

“You're just lucky she decided to give you a chance,” I say as I put on my jeans, and he chuckles, knowing it's true.

Morgan didn't want to know or trust him for months, but he wormed into her heart.

“That I am, little brother, that I am,” he says lovingly, and I don't even take the piss out of him for being whipped.

He has two kids and another on the way. He is lucky, and maybe one day, I'll have what he does—like ten years from now, that is.

Amy sighs, clearly not happy that I'm not paying her any attention and I roll my eyes as I grab my shirt and quickly put it on, leaving the buttons undone for a moment before I state, “Amy, you can go now.”

“But-but Dante I thought…” She starts, but I cut her off and demand, “Get dressed and leave or find another player to fuck.”

I half turn and raise a brow at her, and she tilts her head, licks her bottom lip, then pushes her bare fake tits up at me like that is all it would take, but I don't back down.

I don’t let my cock run my mind like most players. I tell her to fuck off then she needs to fuck off.

She scowls, seeing her advances are not working, and gets up completely naked, and my cock doesn't even twitch. Once he's had her, he doesn't want her again, and I can't exactly blame him. She's a puck bunny through and through hoping to win my heart and my bank account – never going to fucking happen.

Maybe I need to find a new fuck buddy.

Amy grabs her clothes as Roman says, “The reason why I called. Could you meet me at Mag's Diner?” I furrow my brows and look at the time, and he continues, “I know it's late, and I know you've had a hard practice, especially with the first game of the season next week, but uh, please, Dante. Morgan will stay home with the kids, and Dad, well, I'll try and ensure he doesn't come along.”

Ah, yes, Dad.

I put up with him for my family's sake, but after he forced me to kill a woman, a woman I was trying to have arrested, our relationship hasn't been the same.

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