85. Luke

Chapter 85

Luke

I whipmy head over to find Jackson standing in the entrance to the locker room, looking furious.

“Are you fucking Blizz?” He’s practically shouting.

From his angle, he can’t see Natalie’s head bowed into the locker, just the furry-covered body in front of mine.

I crowd farther over her back, making sure Jackson can’t see any inch of her bare skin.

“Get the fuck out!” I snap back at Jackson, too aware that I’m seconds away from blowing my load, friend watching or not.

“No.” He points a finger at me. “Pull out of Blizz, right fucking now.”

Jesus Christ.

“Jackson.” I grit my teeth and clench my stomach. “Get out.”

“You’re married!” he booms. “And I’m not friends with fucking cheaters!”

Oh my god.

I need him to leave.

“It’s me,” Natalie squeaks.

Jackson’s eyes go wide as his gaze leaves mine to look at the body in front of me. But when he realizes what he’s doing, he jerks his eyes up to the ceiling.

“Uh…” He places his hands on his hips, keeping his eyes averted. “Natalie?”

“Yep!” She sorta giggles after she says it, and it makes her pussy spasm around my cock.

I groan and drop my forehead to her back. “Jackson, get the fuck out before you witness something neither of us will recover from.”

Natalie laughs again.

I groan again.

And Jackson makes a sound that can only be described as uncomfortable before I hear his retreating footsteps.

Natalie lets out a louder laugh. “I can’t believe⁠—”

I pinch her clit, and her words cut off in a yelp.

“I can’t believe you almost made me come in front of my friend.” I stay draped over her as I start to thrust again. “And if you laugh every single time I fuck you, I’m gonna get a complex.”

She starts to snicker, but it turns into a groan when I roll my fingers against her bundle of nerves.

“Time to come, my dirty little Hummingbird.” I keep moving my hips. “Come all over my dick before someone else catches us.”

Her heat tightens around me, and I push in as far as I can go.

With one last brush of my fingers, she goes over the edge.

I don’t let up, pressing circles around her clit as her body convulses.

Then she cries my name, and it’s the push I need.

My balls tighten, and I pull my fingers away from her pussy so I can hug her to me as I fill her with my release.

I come so hard each pulse of my cock feels like a tiny heart attack.

Slumping against her, I inhale her scent. That sweet, floral hint her hair always has.

This time, I hear the door when it creaks open.

“You mind hurrying up?” Jackson’s annoyed voice calls from the doorway.

“You mind not listening?” I shout back.

“You mind thanking me for telling the cleaning crew to come back in fifteen minutes?”

Okay, he has a point.

“Thank you!” I call back as I start to unwrap myself from around Natalie.

Leaning back, but still lodged inside her, I take in Natalie.

Hair a mess. White paws clinging to the wood panels. Spine exposed. Yeti butt torn open. Thong ruined.

As I stare, I slip free from her body and watch our combined mess ruin the Blizz suit even more.

My sensitive dick twitches.

“I think I have a new fetish.”

Natalie clenches her thighs together.

A shudder of pleasure rolls through me at the sight. “Okay, I know I have a new fetish.”

“Luke,” Natalie whines.

“Right.” I take a wobbly step back.

I think for a moment. “Hold on a second.”

“Not exactly going anywhere,” Natalie snarks. And I grin as I rush across the locker room, tucking my dick back into my pants as I go.

A few seconds later, I’m back with a pair of scissors. They’re for cutting stick tape, but they should also work on a yeti suit.

“Okay, hold still.”

Even as I say it, Natalie turns her head to look back.

I pull the scissors back. “Princess, these are sharp. I won’t cut you, but you need to stand still.”

She turns her head forward.

I make sure her hair is out of the way, then I cut through the collar of the suit, around the clasp that won’t come undone.

As soon as the neck is free, I help Natalie shimmy the fur down her arms.

When she slips her hand out of the material, something swells inside my chest. Not able to help myself, I reach out and touch her wedding band with my fingertips.

She gives me a shy smile as she turns to face me. But when I bend down to kiss her, she holds me off with her other hand. “We’re in a hurry, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

“Can you untie my skates please?” There’s a wince in her voice. “They’re killing me.”

“Shit, sorry.” I crouch down in front of her. “Sit down while I do this.”

“I can’t,” she whispers. “I’ll make a mess.”

I try not to smile, but I fail. “We’ve already made a mess, and this suit is coming home with us. So, sit down.”

She rolls her eyes but gathers up the material, tucking it underneath her. Then she plops down onto the seat in my locker.

Blizz from the waist down, topless with her big tits spilling out of her bra from the waist up… God, she looks fucking perfect.

“Luke!” she snaps.

“Yep, right, I’m on it. As soon as we’re out of here, I need the story,” I say as I quickly untie both her skates.

When I see the way she gingerly places her feet on the ground, I instantly feel like a piece of shit.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Princess. I shouldn’t have made you stand in those.”

I’m still looking at her feet, hoping they’re okay under her thin gray socks, when she tugs on my hair.

I bring my eyes up to meet hers.

“Hey.” Her voice is soft. “I have no regrets.” She smiles, then uses my shoulders to help herself stand. “Now, please tell me there’s a bathroom in here.”