Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Levi
Spending time with Abby has made me realize how much I missed having her in my life.
Am I hurt that she ghosted us? A little, but let’s be real; I was surrounded by puck bunnies throwing themselves at me when I was twenty, and my cock liked gorgeous women, so it was a recipe for disaster.
Would I have cheated on her? I would love to say no because I was raised with morals, and I have a scary younger sister, Leila.
She would have castrated me—or worse, made me spend time with her husband, Jagger.
That guy is certifiably crazy and obsessed with being my friend.
He was my college hockey rival, and we threw hands more times than I can count.
We still do when we’re on the ice. It’s the only time my sister allows it, and it feels good to smack him in his face.
Off the ice, he’s my sister’s husband, and my niece and nephew’s father.
And I have to give him credit where credit is due: he’s good at both.
I stroll into Landon’s room without bothering to knock, something I’ve done since we were kids. He’s slouched on his bed, and it’s obvious what he’s been doing.
“Put your cock away, I’m bored,” I say, flopping onto the chair in the corner.
“No, get the fuck out of my room,” Landon fires back, not even embarrassed that I caught him playing with his cock.
“What are you two up to?” Abby says as she walks in, then stops in her tracks as her gaze lands on Landon’s lap. “Oh. Well, it’s been a while since I saw your dick. What are we masturbating to?”
As she glances toward the TV screen, Landon pauses it, and it freezes on the side profile of a younger Tate in the middle of a shot on goal. Looks like he’s been watching an old recording of one of our college games against Tate’s team. Interesting.
“Can you both get the fuck out?” Landon says, his voice dropping dangerously low as he finally wrangles his hard-on back into his sweatpants. “Anyone still in here”—he looks directly at Abby—“will get fucked. And anyone else will watch.”
I grin. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, brother.”
Abby also doesn’t seem even remotely bothered, and she smiles at him cheekily.
“Aww, do you want to bend me over your bed like this?” she says playfully, leaning down over his bed to face him.
Her long, dark hair tumbles from its messy bun, framing her face, and those brown eyes I’ve spent years trying to forget lock onto my brother’s in challenge.
My gaze trails down the curves of her body, following the way her breasts strain against her dress, then I trace the dip of her waist to the fullness of her hips. Fuck. She’s even more beautiful than I remember.
“You want to pull the back of my dress up so you can fuck my ass, Landon?” She tilts her head. “Hmm, maybe pretend I’m a certain hockey player?”
I throw my hand up in the air immediately. “Pick me, please pick me.”
“Over my dead body, fuck boy,” Abby snaps out, not even looking at me. “I was talking to your brother.”
Landon’s jaw clenches. “What’s the catch?”
“The catch?” Abby’s smile widens. “I need someone with muscles for my channel.”
Landon laughs, a short, sharp sound. “You want me to make porn with you?”
“Adult content,” Abby corrects him, and I can’t help but notice the way her eyes keep drifting back to the tent in Landon’s sweats. “And yes, actually, I do.”
I groan, unable to help myself from interrupting. “We’re identical—you can pretend I’m him. And you know I don’t harbor any bad feelings about you breaking up with us and ghosting us.”
“That’s exactly why it won’t be you,” Abby says, her attention still focused on Landon.
“You would be in a mask so no one would know it’s you.
I’ve thought about it. We don’t like each other, but we’ve fucked before, and it was always good.
Plus, I can stand the sight of you slightly more than your brother. ”
“Ouch,” I mutter, but I’m smiling from ear to ear. This is exactly what Landon needs—something to get his head out of the depressing spiral he’s been in since we got to this house.
Landon stares at her for a moment. “And you want me to do this, why?”
“I’m doing it anyway, but I would feel safer if someone I knew was with me,” Abby says.
My brother’s hands clench into fists, and his entire body goes tense. She made a cheap shot, knowing damn well mentioning her safety would make him crack.
“Think about it,” Abby says, heading toward the door. “Who knows? It could be fun.”
Once she leaves, the room is quiet except for the sound of Landon’s heavy breathing.
“She’s going to fuck the life back into you,” I say with a cackle. Abby was always the one that got away from him—and maybe even me, if I am being honest with myself.
“Shut up,” Landon mutters.
“I’m serious. That girl has been living rent free in your head since the moment we got here. Now she’s offering you a reason to touch her, and you’re going to turn her down?”
Landon doesn’t respond; he simply stares at the frozen image on the TV screen.
“Bro.” I lean forward to snag his attention. “Just say yes.”
“I can’t,” he finally admits. “She broke my heart. There’s no way I could trust her again, not after what she did. Besides, she’s definitely up to something.”
I shrug as I stretch my legs out in front of me. “So what? Maybe this would be some closure. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll finally tell you what the fuck actually went wrong—what made her ghost us in the first place.”
Landon’s eyes light up. “You’re a genius.”
“I know,” I respond with a grin.
I get up and head out of the room, tracking Abby down in the kitchen. She’s making a smoothie, humming to herself as if she didn’t just proposition my brother for a porn video.
“So,” I say, leaning against the counter. “Now I have a proposition for you.”
She doesn’t even look up. “No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“Doesn’t matter. The answer is no.” She takes a sip of her smoothie, and as her lips wrap around the straw, my cock comes to life. Damn, she is hot.
“What if I said I wanted to help you make content?”
She turns to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “What’s in it for me?”
I grin. “Lots and lots of orgasms.”
She laughs, and it’s like music to my ears. “Maybe I don’t want to fuck a walking STI, Levi.”
I clutch my chest dramatically. “Wow, you really know how to hurt a guy.”
“I’m serious,” she says. “How many puck bunnies have you fucked? Or has that just been reserved for Anastasia?”
I piss myself laughing at her words. “Oh my god, Abby, I have never fucked Anastasia.”
“Yeah, right,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“I’m serious,” I insist. “She’s our agent. You can’t fuck where you eat—that’s professional suicide. Plus, Leila would kill me.”
That’s when Landon walks in, and Abby’s demeanor changes. Her eyes dart to him immediately.
“Is it true?” she asks him, because she clearly doesn’t believe me.
“Is what true?” Landon replies warily, moving toward the fridge.
“That you didn’t fuck Anastasia.”
Landon shakes his head. “No, I didn’t.”
There’s a pause, a moment of silence, and then Landon turns to look at her directly. “I’ll do your porn,” he says. “On one condition.”
Abby’s eyes narrow. “What condition?”
“You tell us finally why you ghosted us,” he says, stepping closer to her. “You owe us that much. We want to know what made you disappear like we meant nothing to you.”
Abby’s jaw clenches, and emotions flicker across her face—pain, anger, and a little vulnerability.
“That’s my condition,” Landon says quietly. “You want me to do the content, you tell us the truth, or this conversation is over.”
Abby stares at him for a long moment, biting her lip. She’s weighing her options and trying to figure out if the content is worth flaying open old wounds.
“Fine,” she says, putting her smoothie down on the counter. “We do the content first. Then I’ll tell you.”
Landon nods, satisfied. “Deal.”
“Wait. I should tell you the truth about what content I plan to film.”
Landon’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”
Abby bites her lip again. “It’s not just you and me. I have someone I want us to chase,” she pauses. “He is in, but we have to figure out the logistics.”
Landon processes the information slowly. The idea of Abby with another man, possibly while he’s there, clearly doesn’t sit well with him.
“Who?” Landon asks quietly.
“Someone from the app,” Abby says. “You deserve to know what you’re signing up for, so if you want to back out, now’s the time.”
Landon stares at her for a long moment, and I can see him wrestling with her idea. Finally, he shakes his head. “No, I’m in,” he says. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”
“Good,” she says. She turns back to me, a smile playing on her lips. “And you. If I’m involving you in this, I definitely want all those orgasms you promised.”
I fist-pump so hard I nearly dislocate my shoulder. “Yes!”
She leaves the kitchen with a laugh, and Landon stands there, his hands clenched at his sides, clearly trying to process what he’s agreed to.
“This is going to be so much fun,” I say, grinning.
“Shut up,” Landon mutters, shaking his head.
Landon Kane agreed to film a porno with the girl who broke his heart, with me involved, and with another man in the mix. All for the promise of finally getting an explanation for why she disappeared from our lives.
This is either the best decision we have ever made or the worst. Since I have done a lot of sketchy shit, I believe this might just be the highlight of my life, besides playing hockey.