Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Kellan
I jerked off twice since returning to my chalet this morning, both times with the phone in one hand, my cock in the other, as I stared at the picture from Hollis’s photos.
It evokes flashes of memories so strong that I can practically taste her juices on my tongue as if I’d just tongue-fucked her today and not two years ago.
Fuck, that week spent with Hollis was incredible, and she was up for anything. And I mean, anything.
Had I wanted to bend her over the railing on the small veranda of my room, she would’ve been game.
She has sexual stamina to match my own and was more than a great fuck.
She was everything. Once I lost out in the games, we spent every moment we could together, and she was the closest thing to a girlfriend I ever had.
But unfortunately, no matter the level of sexual chemistry we had or how much we wanted to give it a try, our career situations put a stop to any thought of that moving forward. The logistics were just too difficult to overcome.
When she reached out to me last week to ask if I’d be up to meeting with her again, but this time in a professional sense, I made sure I was available, canceling all my other engagements except for my training sessions, where I’m heading to right now.
I know Hollis wants to bring me on as a client and needs another world champion on her roster, but I fear my odd requirement might be too steep of a price for her to pay to bring me on board. Does she need me enough to give me what I want?
That remains yet to be seen but I guess we’ll find out tonight.
I push through a thirty-minute cardio session on the elliptical and then start in on my weight training, my trainer Gus encouraging me along and blasting the music in the workout facility.
There are a few other guests going about their routines, but all the women here this weekend for this event are all back in the main lodge waiting to meet Brett. The man they came to meet.
Brett. I roll my eyes at the thought of him.
We used to be friends. Good friends, in fact. Both competitors in the same sport, coming up the ranks with each competition we participated in, hanging out in same places around the globe and in search of that elite status to add to our ever-growing accolades. World Champion.
And we’ve both been there and done that.
There was nothing dramatic that drove us apart – no girlfriend stealing or cheating scandal à la Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding. It all just went downhill after the last Olympic games. He stopped hanging out with me or inviting me along with his group and I finally gave up trying.
We drifted apart and now when we see each other it’s a simple head nod and casual hello like we’re simply acquaintances.
I have no ill will toward him and am happy for him in this celebrity endeavor to reach more fans. More power to him. He deserves it. He is the reigning champ of the FIS Alpine World Ski Championships last year.
Yes, I was bummed I didn’t take the title, but I know this is my last competitive year and then I’m out.
I don’t want the spotlight or pedestal anymore.
Only if it includes the winning gold in this year’s Olympics.
It’s actually a relief because I was always one step away from that big life-threatening injury.
The last one was close enough. So, I’m ready to give coaching a try.
But that comes only with Hollis’s help.
I do my last rep of bicep curls and move to the chest press bench as Gus steps over to spot me.
“Will you be attending the dinner tonight with all the snow bunnies?” he asks, as I grunt through the first ten reps.
I finish the set and sit up, my legs straddling over the bench, sweat dripping down my forehead. He hands me a towel and dry myself off before throwing it back over the rack.
“Yeah, I have an invite for dinner from my publicist. Or at least, the woman who wants to be my publicist.”
“Who? Hollis Taylor? Fuck man, she’s smoking hot. All sexy business on the outside…but out of that business suit, I bet she’s a fucking hellcat in bed. And I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes, if you know what I mean?” Gus snickers lewdly at his comment referring to her head of red hair.
“Dude,” I give him an admonishing tone and a smack on the leg. “Watch what you’re saying. She’s my soon-to-be…publicist.” I catch myself about to call her something else, which is a bit premature.
Gus gives me a ‘what the fuck does it matter to you look’, and I shake my head.
Dumb fuck.
“Sorry, just keeping it real.”
I lay back down and prep myself for round two.
“How are you feeling about your rankings going into the world championships next month?”
His question isn’t surprising, but it still prickles a little, because I’m not where I should be with my latest performances. The back is still causing me some concern, and I know I’m letting it psyche me out when I’m out on the slopes.
“I don’t know, man. It’s pretty tough coming back from an injury like I had. I’m just happy to be here at all.”
We finish the set of reps and I call it a day, as Gus is scheduled for his next appointment with another pro. This time it’s Lisette Cardero. She walks in just as I’m heading out the door.
“Hey, if it isn’t the one and only Slope King,” she grins, yanking my chain with the nickname I was dubbed five years ago, as we do a fist bump so she doesn’t get my sweat all over her.
“Good to see you back at it, handsome. I was pretty worried about you after that accident. You hanging in there?”
Lisette is a world champion who has about as many medals and wins as her competition, Lindsey Vonn. But she’s ten years younger than Lindsey, so she still has some time in her career to achieve more.
“Pretty good, Lisette. Working my way back. You here for the event this weekend?”
She actually blushes, which tells me one thing. She’s either hooking up with Brett Carnegie or is hoping to make it happen this weekend.
“Yeah, figured I’d come hang out while Brett was here and give him a hard time about this reality show. He’s such a ham.”
We both laugh at this because it’s so true. He does love the attention he receives.
“Well, have fun keeping the fans at bay. I’ll see you later, maybe out on the slopes.”
I ditch my used towel in the laundry basket, grab my jacket and hat, and head back out into the cold, down to my chalet, thinking about my injury, my future, but mainly, tonight with Hollis.