Chapter 28
Chapter twenty-eight
Reid
I get outside, and Luka is leaning against his car scrolling something on his phone, the light from his screen illuminating his sharp features.
“How’d it go?” I ask.
He looks up, lips curling into a wide grin.
“I got it. I got the condo.”
“Congrats, that’s awesome, man.”
“Yeah, I just keep looking at the listing online, scrolling through the pics over and over, trying to figure out what I’ll need to buy. You know, besides a bed.”
“You’ll need a refrigerator too, unless it came with one?”
“No, I’ll need to order one of those too. The oven is new, and it already has a dishwasher.”
“Then you’ve got the important stuff covered, food and . . .” I pause to try and think up a word that either rhymes with food or starts with the letter F but means bed, but I come up blank.
“Fucking?” Luka says, and I laugh.
“Yeah. Food and fucking. So, where is this place again?” I ask, and he raises a brow.
“Do you want to see? It’s not far from here, we could walk?”
“Sure,” I reply, and I press the key fob for my car and drop my bag in the trunk. “Lead the way. The guys won’t mind if we’re a little longer.”
The air is crisp, filling my lungs with the icy chill as we walk along the partially lit street around the rink. Luka is right beside me, his arm brushing against mine every two and a half steps, sending a rush of warmth up my arm each time that I’m sure I’m imagining.
“I guess this will be my regular walk in a few weeks,” he says, tilting his chin to take in the buildings flanking us.
“Is that when you get the keys?’
“Yeah, thirty days, Mom said.”
“That’s plenty of time to sort out a bed and everything else you’ll need. You can have some stuff delivered to my place if you want. We don’t use the garage, so you can put whatever in there.”
“Thanks, but I figure I’ll find the stuff I want and just add it to my cart online, and then after I have the keys, I’ll order it all. That way it can be delivered straight there and I won’t have to organize movers to pick stuff up.”
“Yeah, that’s probably better. So, you’ll just stay with your parents until then?”
He glances my way.
“Yeah, their place and you know . . . other places, if I’m still welcome,” he asks, and my face grows warm.
“You’re always welcome,” I say, and the next time his arm brushes mine, I reach with my fingers to link them with his for a second. It’s only a second, but it’s enough to send my heart into overdrive. “How far is this place?”
“About ten feet,” he replies, and he points to a gorgeous old entrance. The lower level of the condominium holds the facade of the hundred-year-old architecture, then above it, at least fifteen stories of glass windows and rendered panels rise into the starlit sky.
“Wow, what floor are you on again?”
“Twelve.”
“That should have a great view,” I say, and he nudges my side.
“Want to see inside?”
“They’re not going to let you up,” I say, shaking my head.
“Yes they will. My mom arranged it with the real estate when she signed the papers as my proxy,” he replies, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the doors.
The foyer is well lit with a warm glow from overhead chandeliers and wall sconces, fitting with the lower level’s heritage vibe. The floor is tiled in black and cream patterned tiles, and a long reception desk is off to one side, clearly newer, but designed to fit the aesthetic of the space.
“Can I help you?” the young guy behind the desk asks.
“I just bought the apartment on level twelve. There should be a note that I’d be coming by and that I can have a look over it,” Luka says, and the guy taps on his computer.
“What did you say your name was?”
“Luka Hart,” he says, turning in place, head tilted back, smiling up at the ceiling. “How awesome is this place?”
“It’s pretty spectacular.”
“I’ll need to see your ID,” the doorman says and Luka jogs over to the desk.
While he sorts it all out, I wander through the foyer.
Large marble pillars are positioned at regular intervals, a long, curved black couch sits in the waiting area along with three large green leather chairs, and just around the corner from the reception area are two large elevators with mirrored doors reflecting the gilded art on the opposite wall.
“We’re all set,” Luka says, landing beside me, and we head for the elevators. There’s a spiral staircase that starts beside them and curves up, and I tilt sideways to check out how high up it goes.
“Wow, that’s a lot of stairs,” I say, and then the elevator doors chime.
The ride up is slower than in a newer building, but it’s smooth, and when we step out on the twelfth floor, onto a patterned deep-blue and cream carpet, Luka is a bundle of energy, practically bouncing from the elevator and dancing down the hallway.
He’s so excited that he almost passes his own door.
“Hey, back up,” I call, and he spins, smiling wide, hands shaking as he moves to unlock the door. I lay my hand over his.
“Take a breath. This is the first time you’re going to do this, so take your time.”
He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, then smiles.
“What?” I ask.
“I just got a lungful of your delicious scent, and now I’m wondering if it would be inappropriate to blow you in my empty condo before I even close on it.”
“Get the door open and then we’ll see what happens.”
The second we’re through the door, Luka pulls me in and shoves me back against the wall inside.
“You don’t want to check out the place first?”
“I don’t want anything more than I want you,” he says, and then he drops to his knees and unbuttons my fly.
Before I can protest—not that I don’t want this to happen, but I know how important getting his own place is—he licks my slit and then takes me into his mouth down to the base.
“Holy shit, Luka, that’s good,” I cry, my voice a soft echo down the empty hallway.
“Mhmm,” he moans around me.
I brace my hands on the wall, the city lights shining through the enormous windows at the end of the hallway and reflecting off the shiny white tiled floor.
“Oh god, Luka, this is so hot,” I gasp.
He bobs his head, gripping my balls in one hand as he takes me down to the root. His throat surrounds my cock head, and he swallows to draw me deeper. A shiver rolls through me.
“Fuck yeah, Luka. Oh god. Yes. Yes.”
Luka reaches up with his free hand, palm skimming up my chest until he finds my nipple, pinching and rolling it between two fingers and breaking my last resolve, and I explode, filling his greedy throat.
He sucks and slurps until I’ve softened and then stands and mashes his mouth onto mine.
I pull him close, and one of my hands slides down the back of his sweatpants to grip his tight ass as the other adjusts my pants so I can walk, then I lift him up to wrap his legs around my waist. His hard cock is wedged in his black sweatpants against my stomach as I navigate the dimly lit hallway to the end, and I push him up against the glass, then work his cock out.
I grip him, stroking his length between us, and he grips my hair at the back of my neck, moaning into my mouth.
I love being the reason he makes those kinds of noises. Knowing it’s my fingers wrapped around him, my mouth on his, my tongue fighting his for control as he bounces against the glass, helping to fuck my fist faster and faster.
He bucks his hips, and a twang of pain shoots through my lower lip as he bites down, but then he pulls away, back arching, and a moment later, he’s spilling out over my fingers.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans as he peaks until he’s totally spent.
“I guess that’s one way to christen your new place,” I say, kissing his neck as he lowers his legs to stand. “Do you think anyone could see your ass through the window?”
He turns, and I wrap my arms around him, looking out at the city lights as he rests his head against my shoulder.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” he sighs. My gaze fixes on his reflection in the glass.
“Yeah. You really are.”
He spins in my arms and pushes up on his toes to kiss me quickly.
“Okay, let’s hope they left some paper towels or something because I don’t think I’d like to explain to the listing agent how I got an ass print on the window and semen on the floor.”
I chuckle.
“You stay and explore your new place. I’ll find something to clean up.”
“You’re the best.” He beams, and I duck into the kitchen to check there first. I can see Luka from here, his eyes scanning the living room like he’s picturing exactly where he wants to put things once he can actually move in.
I find a roll of paper towels, a bottle of window spray, and a general cleaner under the sink.
I expect the estate agent responsible for this place kept it there to ensure the condo was looking its best before each viewing.
After cleaning up our mess, I go to find Luka.
“So, do you love it?” I ask when I join him in what has to be the master bedroom. It’s got a large walk-in closet and a private bath with a tub.
“It’s perfect. It has a pool too, did I tell you?” he asks, face alight with joy.
“No, but that’s great. What else?” I ask, and he takes my hand and rattles off all of the things he loves about his new home as we walk through the rooms again. He tells me where he’s going to put his bed and television, and the lounge he plans to screw me on the second it arrives.
“And you can stay over whenever you like. We’re closer to the rink here, so it just makes sense.” He beams.
“Well, if it makes sense,” I agree, and then he takes me through the condo again.