14. Luke
Chapter 14
Luke
Back at the hockey house, I hear everything going on. Everything.
On the other side of my bedroom wall, Knox, Finn, and Damien are sharing a girl. Her high squeals are quickly muffled by a cock in her mouth whenever they move her around the room or change positions. The three of them love finding new puck bunnies to share but only for a night or two.
They’ve yet to find a girl they want to keep, but god bless her when they do.
Upstairs, Wes and Violet are going at it in his room. Sienna and I could be doing the same if she wasn’t so fucking stubborn.
After I stole the key card from Juliet’s bag, I snuck into their dorm, figuring Sienna would be asleep. But when I inched the door open, a man’s voice and the buzzing of a vibrator filled the room.
My stomach dropped to my feet. In a split second, I was convinced that I was walking in on Sienna fucking some other guy. A guy I was about to kill. Didn’t matter if he was one of my teammates.
Until she bolted upright in bed and scrambled to turn off the vibrator and the audiobook playing from her phone.
My cock twitches at the memory. Even in the trickle of light from the hallway behind me, I spotted the flush on Sienna’s chest and the heaving tits beneath her top. She was close to coming.
A whole night spent with me at home and she didn’t try riding my cock once. But the second she gets back to campus, she can’t control herself. As if a fucking vibrator could ever replace me. Could ever make her feel what only I can.
Pulling out of her right as she was on the verge of unraveling beneath me was a feat reserved for the gods. Even when she refused to beg, I nearly relinquished my control and plunged my fingers back inside her just to remind her how she screams for me. Even if she uses that vibrator to come tonight, she won’t be satisfied. Not until it’s me bringing her to that height of ecstasy.
If she knew I was Ten, she’d already be in love. Now I need to make her fall for me all over again.
Upstairs, a shower kicks on. Wes and Violet are finished, but Knox, Finn, and Damien aren’t done with their toy yet. I clamp the pillow around my head to muffle Damien’s groans and Knox’s shouted words of praise. Not that I can sleep anyway. Not with Sienna running through my head.
My phone lights up.
Sienna
Juliet thinks I should stop texting you.
For a second, I wondered if maybe she was right. Maybe I’m pathetic for continuing to send messages to someone who clearly isn’t reading them.
But I’m not giving up on you. I know how much it hurt when my dad abandoned me. I know how much it hurt you when you lost yours. I won’t let you abandon me too, and I won’t let you lose me.
Lump in my throat, I type back a response.
Ten
Fuck, Sienna. I’m sorry. I love you.
Then I delete it. I’m a piece of shit for letting this go on as long as it has. For not coming clean the second she showed up. But it’s too late now. If I tell her the truth, I’ll lose her forever. She’d never forgive me.
I text her from my real number.
Luke
Send me that audiobook.
She needs a distraction from Ten, and I want to know what book she was listening to. What she was getting off to. We can come to it together.
The minutes tick by, the puck bunny in Knox’s room getting louder, her moans high and whiny, and my teeth grind together. I know Sienna is up. She’s ignoring me.
Luke
I’ll send the Devils to drag you here if you don’t respond.
Seconds later, Sienna sends me a link to the audiobook.
Luke
Good girl.
Sienna
How did you get my number? Don’t say light stalking.
Luke
Asked Mike for it.
I click the link, buy the audiobook, and download it.
Luke
What chapter?
This time, I don’t have to threaten her to get an immediate text back.
Sienna
Ten.
I grin. Once the audiobook finishes downloading, I slip on my headphones.
I skip right to chapter ten. Plenty of mentions of cocks and pussies and thrusting. Every groan the narrators act out triggers memories of my night with Sienna in the hotel room.
Her moans, her gasps, her little whimpers. Every sound of pleasure she couldn’t contain, every clench of her thighs around my head, every spasm of her pussy as she came on my fingers. She’s better than I ever could’ve dreamed.
I pull my cock out of my sweats before they’re wet with pre-cum. The vein on the underside of my shaft throbs, and I stroke down. Fuck .
With every pump of my fist, it’s Sienna riding my cock. Her tight, soaked pussy gliding up and down my shaft, her wetness dripping down to my balls.
She was soaked for me that night in the hotel room. Soaked after I chased her and cornered her on the staircase. It took every ounce of self-control not to shove those flimsy shorts to the side and slide my stiff cock inside her. Bend her leg up and remind her just how much she loves getting fucked by me.
I need to feel that again. Feel her tight walls clench around my shaft as I drive my cock into her relentlessly. Feel her spasms when she comes, watch as her eyes roll until she’s screaming my name?—
My hand slams onto the bedside table, frantically searching before I snatch a handful of tissues just in time, catching the shot of cum that shoots out of my dick.
Pleasure rockets through me and my heavy breaths drown out the audiobook still playing in my ears.
But it’s nothing compared to the real thing. Nothing compared to coming inside Sienna. My need for her isn’t quenched in the slightest. With every dry jerk-off, my appetite for her only grows.
I’ll never be satisfied until she’s mine.
Knox claps me on the shoulder while we wait to climb onto the bus. “Grab a nap on the way, Valentine. You’re working yourself too hard. You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” I grumble.
He’s not wrong, though. My arms and legs are weak, hands shaky from the exertion. Normally, I only get like this when I haven’t gotten enough protein, but I ate a hearty breakfast, lunch, and dinner and supplemented with protein powder before my workout this afternoon. Yet hitting the weight room after classes wiped me out and we’ve still got a game against the Wildcats tonight.
But the buzzing in my head is quiet, all thoughts focused on the pain radiating throughout my body. The only way I find peace anymore other than with Sienna.
“Yeah. I’ll take it easy tomorrow.”
“What’s your stepsister up to tonight? I was thinking we could convince her to come to my room with Finn and Damien after the game. We’ll rock her fuckin’ world.”
I punch his shoulder, arms too weak to do any damage. “She’s coming to the game.”
He lifts a brow. “Yeah? Wearing my jersey, I hope.”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.”
Knox laughs his ass off, breath clouding in the air as he heads for the bus. Wes, Finn, and Damien are already in their seats, slipping on their headphones to get into the zone before the game.
“Luke!” From the sidewalk, Sienna waves, long hair flowing behind her as she races for me.
I grab my bag from the ground and swing it over my shoulder, grinning at her. “Ready?”
“What the hell?” She scans me from head to toe. She’s so adorable in her puffy winter coat and knit hat, the tip of her scrunched nose tinged pink. “You texted 911!”
“Right.”
She gestures to me with a wild hand. “You’re completely fine!”
“Yeah, but the bus is here. We’re heading to the game.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“You’re coming.”
She retreats a step, folding her arms. “Um, no. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Come on, I volunteered you to shadow one of the doctors. I told them you need some hands-on experience.” I flash her a grin. I’ll fake an injury just to get her hands on me.
“I’m not even going to be a doctor.”
I shrug. “Still gotta know the same shit. Come on.”
When I reach for her, she leaps away and spins on her heel. “No. Tell them I got sick. I’m leaving.”
“I’m trying to help you out.” But she keeps striding away. My jaw clenches. I hate watching her leave me. “You’re not the reason your parents got divorced.”
That stops her. Hesitantly, she turns back to face me, green eyes softening. “What are you talking about?”
“Your dad’s got a gambling addiction.” My search through Mike’s laptop turned up plenty of interesting information. Turns out keeping secrets runs in the family. “Your mother must’ve found out he had tens of thousands of dollars in gambling debts. He chose his addiction over his family.”
That’s probably why Ma dumped his ass the first time they dated. His debts have been wiped, but I don’t know if it’s because of my mother’s generosity or her ignorance. Did she give the money to Mike willingly or did he steal it? She won’t be able to get it back now, but she deserves to know and she needs to divorce his ass before he steals from her again.
Sienna is silent, chewing her lip as she processes this information. “So you think he’s using your mom for her money? To feed his gambling habit?”
I shrug. “Maybe. Probably. I’m going to let her know what I found.”
Sienna doesn’t try to argue. She nods, still mulling over the revelation that what she always believed to be true—that she’s responsible for her parents' divorce—is a lie. “Thanks for telling me.”
“What happened between your parents wasn’t your fault, Sienna. It wasn’t because you weren’t good enough or deserved to be abandoned.” No one ever should’ve let her believe that. Her parents should’ve paid attention to the ways she punished herself for their split. How she takes on everyone’s burdens like they’re her own, like everyone’s problems are hers to fix.
Maybe that’s what got her here.
She bites her lip, and before the tears come, she launches herself at me, throwing her arms around my middle and squeezing. My heart soars.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. The sweet, jasmine scent of her shampoo wafts up my nose and I pull her closer, breathing her in until she eases back, neck craning to meet my gaze. “What happened to your dad and Chloe wasn’t your fault either. I hope you know that.”
My jaw sets. What happened to my pops is nothing like what happened with her parents. She couldn’t have saved their marriage, but I could’ve saved my father’s life. I could’ve saved Chloe’s too.
I nod at the bus in front of us. “You can thank me by getting on the bus.”
After ten minutes on the road, all the Devils have either slipped on noise-canceling headphones, pulled out their phones to play games, or passed out.
By my side in the back row, Sienna is fully awake. Alert. As focused on avoiding eye contact with me as I am on her every blink, every breath. She’s fidgeting with nervous energy, barricaded between me and a locked window. So no one can see what I do to her.
After getting chased and cornered the other night, she’s eager for what I’ll do next.
“Where’s the doctor you allegedly volunteered me to shadow?” Her lip curls with suspicion.
“Relax. They’ll have plenty of lessons to teach you at the game.” I lean closer, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “But I’ve got a few lessons to teach you first.”
A delicious blush warms her cheeks. Her coat is draped over her lap, pinned down by her palms. Like that will stop me from getting my hands on her. But this time, I’m not wearing my mask and we’ll have to be more discreet.
“Unless they’re skating lessons, I don’t need them.” She keeps staring out the window at the asphalt flying past, unable to meet my eyes.
Her cheek is silky smooth beneath my rough, calloused fingers as I force her to face me. The same fingers I had inside her. Goosebumps spring up my arms at the contact. “Apparently, you do,” I murmur. “When I tell you to beg, you beg.”
My hand drops from her face and slides beneath the coat on her lap, trailing over the denim covering her thigh.
She yanks away from me, but there’s only so far she can go. She’s not escaping me. My teeth clench. “Stop trying to run from me.”
“Stop trying to grope your stepsister,” she hisses. A quick glance around tells her no one hears us, not even Knox’s nosy ass in front of us.
I tighten my grip on her thigh, anchoring her in place. “You weren’t complaining when you were about to come on my fingers.”
“You know how reckless and stupid this is, right?” She gestures around the bus. “There are so many witnesses. You know what will happen if anyone finds out.”
My hand finds the button on her jeans. “Then you better keep quiet.”
Before she can protest again, I yank her zipper down and slip my hand into her panties.
As soon as my finger makes contact with her clit, her breath hitches and she stops fighting me. She wants this so fucking bad. Almost as bad as I do.
My breath caresses the shell of her ear. “I bet you’re already so wet for me.”
She can’t even deny it. Of course she is.
Her eyes roll as I take her earlobe between my teeth and rub gentle circles over her clit. Her hips buck involuntarily into my hand, needing more. Needing everything I’m eager to give her.
A chuckle rumbles from my throat. “Tell me how wet you are.”
“Dry as the Sahara,” she bites, even as she grinds against my hand.
I click my tongue and my finger travels lower, parting her and brushing against her entrance, dragging the proof of her arousal up to her clit and swirling.
Sienna bites her lip hard to suppress the moan on the verge of escaping. “ Fu ?—”
She stops the curse before it can escape and give me further proof of the effect I have on her.
“Beg me to make you come.” In the stairwell, she wouldn’t beg for me. Now she will.
My mouth finds her neck, pressing a gentle kiss there before my tongue strokes from the base up to her ear, her sweet taste nearly enough to make me combust. She can’t stop the full-body tremble that follows. “Good girl. Show me how much you love my mouth on you.”
She shakes her head, unable to form words. I suck on her neck at the same time my finger dips inside her. She clamps a hand over her mouth before the moan escapes.
I wrap my other arm around her shoulders, pushing her hand from her mouth only to cover it with my own, her lips soft and supple beneath my palm.
With Sienna effectively silenced, my hand down her panties works her faster, finger plunging in and out as my thumb circles her clit relentlessly. Her punishment just as much as it is her reward.
She clings to the coat still on her lap, covering the obscene act taking place at the back of the bus.
The only sounds are the ruffle of fabric and my low groans in her ear. “When will you learn that everything I do is for you? I chase you, I pleasure you, I protect you. Be mine, Sienna. Be mine and I can give you everything you want. Make your every fantasy a reality.”
Her chest rises and falls faster. If I keep going, she won’t be able to stop the orgasm from crashing over her.
I remove the hand from her lips but keep my arm tight around her shoulders. “Beg me, Sienna.”
Her eyes are shut, the pleasure overwhelming, but she stays silent.
I spear her pussy with a second finger, plunging them in and out of her harder, deeper, the heel of my hand smacking against her clit over and over, drawing a whimper from deep in her throat. Her arousal soaks my fingers, and my cock twitches, aching to be inside her. “Fucking beg. Or I’ll let everyone on this bus hear you come.”
Her green eyes fly open as I keep slamming my fingers into her. I’m not bluffing. I’m going to make her come, and it’s up to her whether everyone on this bus finds out what we’re doing or not.
“ Please .” The plea leaves her lips on a desperate whisper.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
She digs her nails into the soft, fluffy fabric of her coat. “Please make me come.”
Her words alone have me groaning. My hand slaps over her mouth again and I suck her earlobe as my thumb finds her clit.
The slickness between her legs lets me plunge my fingers in and out of her with ease, creating a soppy mess in her panties.
As her walls tighten around my fingers, I don’t give a fuck who hears, who sees, or who finds out about us. I don’t want to ever stop doing this to her. “Come for me, Sienna.”
Her limbs go limp as she shatters in my arms. She cries out against my hand, my heavy palm keeping her quiet. Her walls clench over and over around my fingers, making my eyes roll. I’ll be getting off this bus with the worst blue balls of my life.
My hand follows her back down to earth, the thrust of my fingers slowing and the pressure of my thumb on her clit gentling. Beneath my palm, she pants, chest heaving as she desperately tries to catch her breath and compose herself.
Finally, I slip my hand from her jeans and settle back into my seat. “Good fucking girl.” I pop the fingers I had inside her into my mouth and suck. Damn, she tastes good.
With narrowed eyes, Sienna tosses her coat onto my lap.
“What are you doing?”
Her hand slips under the coat, sliding over my sweats until she finds my waistband. She tugs down, unsheathing my erection beneath the coat. My balls tighten.
“Sienna.” Her name comes out somewhere between a demand and a plea.
“Let’s see you try to keep quiet this time.” She bats her lashes at me while licking her hand in one long stroke. Jesus . Then she slides her hand back under the coat and wraps it around my shaft.
My cock jumps in her hand as she squeezes and strokes down. The motion makes my heart thud. Fuck, she’s sexy like this. I smirk at her. “Maybe I want an audience.”
“You really think they’ll let you stay on the team if they find out you were fooling around with your stepsister on the bus?” Her little smirk tells me she knows exactly what cards she’s holding.
But if she thinks jerking me off at the back of the bus isn’t going to make me fall more in love with her, she’s sorely mistaken. “Thought you didn’t want anyone finding out about us.”
She keeps stroking, her hand mouth-wateringly small wrapped around my shaft, spreading her saliva over every inch. “You won’t let them. Because if you do, I’ll get shipped off and you won’t get your hands on me again.”
My jaw clenches. She’s right—I’ll never fucking let that happen. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I go without her again. How I survived five years without her by my side is a damn miracle. I won’t survive it again.
When her hand drops my cock, my stomach falls to my feet. She’s going to leave me hanging like I did to her in that stairwell.
But then her fingertips graze my balls before her palm cups them. I hiss through my teeth. Shit . There’s no way this girl is real. She’s too fucking perfect. I’ve known that since we met. Way too perfect for me. I’ll never deserve her.
Her hand drifts back up to my cock, stroking again. This time, she rubs the underside of my tip, and my shaft twitches with every graze of her thumb. I bite my lip to hold back the groan.
She flashes a cocky smirk. “You’re going to come in two minutes, aren’t you?” She tsks. “Thought you’d last a little bit longer.”
I grit my teeth. I’ll last until we get to the game if that’s how she wants to play this. “Careful, sweetheart.”
She leans closer to purr in my ear. “Beg me to make you come.”
My fists clench. She’s turning this back around on me. “Sienna?—”
Suddenly, her head drops to my shoulder and her hand stops moving. I’m about to protest when I spot Knox’s eyes on me over the top of the seat and jump.
“Sorry, bud. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles. “Got any gum?”
On my shoulder, Sienna pretends to be asleep, but her hand still grips my cock.
“Nope.” I have a full pack in my bag, but there’s no way in hell I’m moving.
Knox glances between me and Sienna. “She’s so cute. Tell her she can sleep on my shoulder on the way home.”
I flip him off, and he chuckles before dropping back down in his seat.
My heart’s still hammering. Jesus . That was close.
Sienna withdraws her hand from my sweats, and my balls pinch, aching for release. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.” She gives me a sickly sweet smile before resting her head on the window and shutting her eyes.
The hell she is. I’m going to be thinking about her hand down my pants the whole game. Thinking about her mouth on my cock while her hand cups my balls.
“Sienna,” I warn.
“Better get some rest before the game, sweetheart.”