7. Luke

Chapter 7

Luke

I t started as a dream. One of those vivid fantasies that felt real enough to touch. Keke's face was there, hovering just above mine, her green eyes filled with amusement, her lips close enough to taste. They were softer and sweeter than I had expected, better. She moaned in my mouth as I deepened the kiss.

I could feel the weight of her body pressed against mine, her warm breath teasing the skin of my neck. The way she moved slowly and sensually drove me crazy, every shift of her hips sending jolts of heat down my spine. I could feel her tight, wet pussy as she sat back on my cock, her tits bouncing with every movement. I sat up and buried my face between them as she wrapped her arms around me to keep me close.

Too good. It all felt too fucking good.

I had to lay back or I’d lose control completely. Part of me knew it wasn’t real, but I didn’t care. It was one hell of a fantasy, and I was going to enjoy myself.

I reach out, grasping her by the waist, pulling her close, just as reality begins to blur into my dream. Fuck. I’m not dreaming anymore. The pressure of my hand wrapped tight around my cock is the only thing keeping me tethered to the here and now. Sometime after I’d fallen asleep, she had left the bed, leaving nothing but cold space where her body had been.

But that was okay. I was still lost in the fantasy, in her. Eyes closed, chest rising and falling heavily. The images didn't fade; they morphed into something more intense as I drifted back to them.

In my head, Keke's cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in and out in ragged, sharp gasps. I rolled us over so I would be on top, burying myself deep. Her body surged as she came, throbbing and writhing beneath me. I devoured her sounds with a deep kiss. My balls tightened in pleasure, and a loud groan escaped me. There was no chance of holding back.Another groan. I was so close, so desperate for release, that nothing else mattered.

The door suddenly bursts open, the hall light blinding me.

“Luke, are you okay?” Keke's voice, sharp and laced with concern, cuts through the haze.

I freeze mid-stroke, my entire body stiffening. She stands at the door, eyes wide, her gaze landing on my groin for a split second before she spins around, her back to me. Her nightshirt twirls against the movement, almost enough for me to catch a glimpse of herass.

“What the hell are you doing?” I snap, my voice raspy with embarrassment and arousal. As much as I didn't like being watched at the bar, this was worse. I was as kinky as the next guy, but I was no exhibitionist.

“I heard a noise,” she stammers, her shoulders tense. “You had a lot to drink and I thought you might be getting sick or something.”

I realize with dawning horror thatthe sound she must have heard was me moaning. Jesus. Of all the ways this living situation could have gone wrong, this had to be the worst. I was not a quiet man in the sack, and if she could hear me from her bedroom on the other side of the condo… “You heard me from your room?”

“No, I was in the kitchen, making tea. Luke, I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have barged in, except I thought something was wrong.”

“You thought something was wrong? Well, it wasn’t but something's definitely wrong now.”

“I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I mean, I'm sorry,” Keke stumbles over her words, clearly as embarrassed as I am. She bolts out of the room before I can say anything else, the door slamming shut behind her.

I lay there for a second, still hard, still aching for release. Her reaction—the flushed cheeks, the shaky voice—it did something, made the fantasy even better.

How fucked up is that?

My mind flashes back to the image of her. This time, I imagine those cheeks being flushed from exertion, from being with me, from losing herself in the moment. I needed to see that, even if only in my mind. Keke would never admit she was into me in the real world but it was my fantasy.

I'm not done. I'm not one to leave things unfinished.

Gripping myself tighter, I close my eyes and let the fantasy take over once more. I'm certain she wouldn't rush back in this time. Not unless she wanted to join me.

The thought is enough to bring me to the edge. Sinking deep into her, feeling her hot breath on my face as I work her body. In my fantasy, I flip her over onto her hands and knees, her perfect face buried in the pillows while I plow her from behind, my arm wrapped around her waist so I can feel her tits while I have her from behind. The earlier pressure that had built up comes crashing through me, and when it’s finally over, I lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling.

She was going to hate me for what I was about to do. Hell, I'm not even sure if I like myself right now.

After cleaning up and pulling myself together, I yank on some lounge pants and walk to her room. I can’t just leave things as is. I knock on the door, but there’s no response. “Keke, are you home?” I call out, trying to keep my voice light. “Open up, we need to talk.”

“I'm fine.” Her muffled voice comes through from other side of the door. She doesn’t sound fine.

“Are you going to hide in there forever?” I tease, leaning against the door frame.

There’s a long pause before the door creaks open, just a sliver. Her face appears in the gap, cheeks still pink, eyes darting everywhere except at me. Her gaze settles on my chin, unable to make eye contact. Her voice is tight with embarrassment. “What do you want?”

I grin, leaning in closer. “Just want to ensure you weren't too traumatized by what you saw.”

“I didn't see anything. I heard something. Big difference.”

“Oh, come on. You're telling me you didn't even take a peek?”

Her cheeks flush a deep red. “I didn't peek, Luke. I'm a professional. Are you saying you’d take advantage of the situation if this happened the other way around?”

The thought of catching her touching herself is almost enough to wake the beast in me. I damn near moan but cleared my throat instead. “Are you saying there’s the possibility I’ll catch you pleasuring yourself?”

“No.”

I chuckle. “You're adorable when you're flustered and lying, you know that?”

“Shut up.” A small, grudging smile pulls at her lips. “This conversation is over, and what happened in your bedroom never happened.”

“What never happened?”

She glares up at me. “Must you keep going? We are hours past my bedtime.”

“I'll stop. For now.” I step back, letting her close the door, a dozen ways I can use this moment to tease her later running through my head. With any luck, I might get the chance to tease her for real. A hot shiver runs through me, working me up again.

It’s gonna be a long night.

I sleep for another few hours, but after seeing Keke flustered, the sleep was fitful at best. I had to jerk off twice just to be able to relax. I gave up sleeping around seven and left early to hit the rink for practice.

The awkward tension from this morning didn't linger around too long. I have a knack for shaking things off. Keke, on the other hand, will probably be blushing every time she sees me for the rest of the day. I plan to enjoy every second of it.

When I arrive at the rink, a few of the guys are huddled together in the locker room, whispering like schoolgirls, and I can tell by the looks on their faces that something’s up. The Russians, all muttering in their mother tongue together, is never a good thing. As much as me and the guys like to talk shit about women gossiping, these four are far worse.

“Alek, what’s going on?”

He takes a stiff breath then says some parting words to Sergei, Viktor, and Olly. They scoot off, speaking quietly to each other. “You remember I told you who Sergei’s father is, da?”

It’s always like that after he’s been speaking Russian for a little while, a few simple Russian words will seep into his English. “Yeah. An oligarch, right?”

He nods, eyes on his other friends for a moment. “Sergei grew up needing to know what was happening just in case things went badly. It was a matter of life and death for him and his family. Now that he’s an adult, he still tends to do background checks on those around him, eavesdrop on conversations, simply out of habit. Please understand it’s not because he thinks bad of Coach?—”

“What did he hear, Alek?” I don’t like the sound of this at all.

He winces as he says, “He overheard Coach talking trades. Said he wants to shake up the roster, that we’ve become too complacent for his liking.”

“Fuck.” He’ll give me a chance to fix my reputation first, won’t he? Of course, he will. Coach is a good guy, and I just got Keke. He’s not going to trade me yet.

Unless he’s tired of my shit.

I shake off the thought. “What else did Coach say?”

“That was all Sergei heard before he saw Coach’s shadow approaching and he had to bail. Almost lost his listening device.”

“So, really, we don’t know much.”

“Da,” he replies with a shrug. “But it sounds like someone will be leaving the team and I don’t like it.”

Lucas, the new kid, rounds the corner and leans on the lockers, smirk on his face, arms folded. “You hear the news yet, Luke?”

I'm not about to admit to anything. “Enlighten me.”

He shrugs but the smug look on his face tells me everything I need to know. Something is happening, something big. And he knows more about it than I do.

A sinking feeling settles into the pit of my stomach.