Page 29 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Pierce Darington-Peep Show

Hours earlier…

Sitting in the locker room with my team, we wait for Coach John to come out and let us know we passed our drug tests.

Before every meet it is required for us to piss in a cup and hand it over for testing.

I think it's absolutely fucking annoying to do this, but rules are rules. My father, being the dean, you would think certain rules wouldn’t apply to me, but I have it worse than most. The expectations of me are outrageous. It’s smothering.

The door opens and the coach steps into the room with his clipboard.

“Darington, my office now!” he shouts, and my eyes widen. What the fuck?

“The rest of you, go warm up.” Getting up from the bench, I walk into his office and sit in the chair as he shuts the door, rounding his desk before sitting down as well.

“Son, is there something you want to tell me?” he says with a raised brow.

“No, not that I can think of. What is this about?” I ask, and he turns his clipboard, showing me a piece of paper.

“You came back positive for cocaine and marijuana,” he states, and my spine snaps straight as I shake my head.

“That can’t be right! I’d never jeopardize my swimming career for a night of partying. I only drink and that's far and in between, Coach. This has to be a mistake!” I rebuke.

“I’m sorry, son, we tested it twice. You're benched for tonight. Luckily, this will not go further than us. I will retest you again next week, and as long as you come up clean, I won’t have to bring this mess to the board,” he tells me, and I nod.

“You can’t be serious. There are scouts out there tonight. Someone is fucking with me!” I bellow, but he shakes his head.

“Take the loss and keep your mouth shut. Sit on the bench and watch the team. If you can’t manage that, then you will force my hand.

I don’t think you want that, son. You’ve worked too hard, and I’m giving you a pass, Pierce.

Do you understand that? I'd remove and expel any other player from the team.”

“I understand, even if I don’t agree,” I tell him, and he takes a deep breath.

“Get out of my office and do as you’re told!

” he orders, and I get up, leaving the office pissed the fuck off.

This shit is not a fucking game, and the only person I can think of that would do this—that already threatened this—is Silas Carmichael.

That mother fucking prick. If I didn’t have everything on the line tonight, I’d go right to his fucking house and kick his face in.

He wants to play games with me? I will turn his entire world upside fucking down!

Swinging the locker room door open, I enter the pool house as the team stretches. I sit on the bench, and Soren comes up to me with his hands on his hips.

“What happened? You look like you’re ready to kill someone!” he whispers. I look up at him and shake my head.

“Doesn’t matter. Go get ready for the meet. I’m sitting this one out,” I tell him.

“Damn, Darington,” he says, shaking his head and walking back with the others.

I sit back against the cold wall and seethe.

This is straight bullshit. I can’t believe this is fucking happening.

For the rest of the meet, I just sit here and stare at the water, not paying attention to anything going on around me.

It’s not until I hear a whistle echo through the crowd that I look up, scanning the bleachers.

My eyes finally collide with green ones sitting at the top, all alone.

He came to my meet? He rarely comes to watch me swim. This is new.

His brows furrow in confusion, and I shake my head. The crowd shouts as the meet ends, but I never take my eyes off of him. I don’t know what it is about Desmond Sinclair, but I yearn for his attention, beg for affection, and whimper every time he makes me cum.

Looking away before my cock gets hard, Coach calls us over for a huddle, giving us the same speech as always, ending the night. We all walk into the locker room to shower and get dressed, but I just slide on my sweats, throw a hoodie over my head, and leave. Fuck this shit.

Stepping into the pool house, I see Desmond leaning against the wall waiting for me, but I keep walking.

I don’t want to talk about this shit in here with all these people around.

Slamming the double doors open, the cool night air smacks me in the face, and I take a deep breath, walking towards my car.

Footsteps behind me let me know he’s following me.

I pop my trunk, throw my bag inside, and slam it down.

“What happened tonight?” he asks, and I slam my fists against my trunk.

“My piss came back dirty!” I growl as I slowly look up at him. His eyes widen hearing the news.

“How the fuck?” he says.

“You and I both know I don’t dabble in anything but E. That’s not what came up on the test,” I spit as he comes to stand next to me.

“What did?” he asks.

“Coke and weed. Two things I don’t fucking do! Someone is fucking with me and I know who,” I seethe.

“Who was it?” he asks, concern written all over his face.

“Silas Carmichael!” I spit, and his eyes widen.

“Why would Silas mess with you?” he asks, and I laugh.

“Because of the night I took Vee,” I deadpan, and he nods.

“Oh, I see,” he says.

“He cornered me in the pool house, threatening to do exactly what happened tonight if I didn’t stay away from her,” I tell him, and he nods again.

“So he told you to stay away from her? Why?” he asks, and I laugh again.

“He thinks she is his,” I sneer, and his eyes widen.

“Interesting. But I don’t think it was him!” he says, and I slam my fists against my trunk for the second time tonight.

“So you’re sticking up for him? That’s really rich coming from you!” I growl.

“I’m not sticking up for him. I just know for a fact that it wasn’t him!” he shouts, getting in my face.

“Back off, Des. I’m not in the mood tonight!” I warn.

“I’m just saying, Pierce. It has to be someone else,” he says, and I shake my head.

“How can you be so sure I’m wrong?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“You’re going to have to trust me on this one, Pretty Boy,” he says, and there’s that nickname that makes me weak in the knees.

“I fucking can’t! I’m so fucking pissed off. All I see is him!” I yelland he steps closer as people around us pile out of the pool house, getting into their cars and leaving the parking lot.

“Calm down. Let’s not make a scene here,” he tells me, and he’s right. I need to cool my shit and get it together. Looking over at him, he raises a brow.

“Why’d you come tonight? I’m shocked you’re here, but equally grateful because I was ready to do some dumb shit!

” I tell him. Ever since the other night, when I began the game on the dark web, I’ve been feigning for all the violence and depravity.

That task was just a taste of what’s coming, but I can’t wait for the next one.

I’ve been checking my phone constantly for another message but it's been radio silent.

“I wanted to see you, Pretty Boy. I felt bad for not calling you back last night so I figured I’d make it up to you tonight.” He smirks, and I lick my lips, eager to know how he wants to do that.

“Is that right? What do you have in mind?” I ask as the smirk turns into a smile. He winks, and nods to the tree at the far end of the parking lot.

“Go over there and wait for me,” he orders, and I nod.

Walking through the almost deserted parking lot, I step onto the grass and into the darkness where the tree stands.

Leaning back behind the trunk, I wait. The anticipation of waiting for him has my cock hard and ready.

A few minutes go by and then I hear his heavy footsteps coming toward me.

He rounds the tree, grabbing the back of my neck, smashing his lips against mine as I pull his shirt, gripping his hips, pulling him closer to me.

He groans into my mouth as our tongues fight for dominance, but I let him win every single time.

Running my hands up and down his ribs, digging my fingers into his flesh, he shivers at my touch, causing me to moan into the kiss.

He pulls away, licking his lips as he thumbs my bottom one.

“I fucking want you, Pretty Boy,” he tells me, and I spin him around, pressing him against the tree as I sink to my knees. He pops the button on his jeans, pulling down the zipper, freeing his hard cock. “Take it!” he commands, and I shiver at his words.

Gripping the base of his cock, I guide it to my waiting mouth and lick the tip, swirling my tongue around it.

“Mmm, such a dirty boy, Pierce,” he groans as I sink my mouth down his long shaft, relaxing my throat to take him all the way down.

I swallow, causing him to moan as his thigh trembles against me.

“I love the way you take me, Pretty boy,” he praises, and I look up at him, swallowing again, making myself gag on his cock as he watches me.

His eyes roll in pleasure as he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing.

“You can take more of me. Come on, choke on it,” he commands as I take him to the back of my throat, gagging myself.

Tears leak from my eyes the harder he squeezes, thrusting his cock so fucking deep I think I might vomit, but then he lets go and I pull back, sucking him hard along the way.

Rolling my tongue around the tip, I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump as I suck the head of his cock.

“Don’t fucking stop, but we have a little visitor,” he tells me, and I freeze, looking up at him, but he’s not looking at me.

He’s looking to the side as footsteps get closer.

“Do you want to play with us, Spitfire?” he asks, and I release him to look up at her. Fuck! She better say yes!

“There’s no way I’d say no,” she giggles, bringing a smile to my face.

“Let’s go to my dorm. At least no one will interrupt us there,” he suggests.

“You game, Vee?” I ask, and she nods.

“Yes, as long as I can take a shower,” she states, and Des smirks.

“Well, let’s go. Tonight is about to get wild,” he smiles, tucking his cock back into his jeans as I rise from my knees.

The evening was a shit show, but tonight… I get both of them!

I just hope she can handle everything she’s about to get.