Lucas (Cold Fury Hockey 8)

"I've been secretly making out with your roommate, and he loves it," she says with an evil smile, and if she had meant to distract me from my course, she completely succeeds.

I watch stunned as Simone turns to Van, wraps her arms around his neck, and goes to her tiptoes to kiss him. He rocks backward and his eyes flare in surprise as her mouth plasters his.

Simone tilts her head, opens her mouth, and kisses him deeply, and the fucker doesn't seem to be fighting her off. Granted, he's not returning her embrace and his hands are closed into tight fists with my keys poking out, but fuck if he's not letting her tongue into his mouth.

"What the fuck?" I yell as I stalk back toward them.

Simone releases her grip on Van and steps back, turning to look at me with hawkish eyes. My jaw locks hard and I don't know whether to punch Van or not. I try to maintain my cool and give him a chance to explain himself to me, but all he does is lean down to get into Simone's face and snarl, "That was not fucking cool."

He slams my keys down on the bar and pushes past Simone, storming out of the bar. I watch his retreating back for a moment, completely confused as to what's going on.

Turning back to my sister, I grit out, "Do you want to explain what the hell that was?"

She merely shrugs and looks at me with an innocent smile. "Looks like you're going to have to stick with me now that Van's gone. But I'll drive you home since you're drunk."

My eyes narrow at her. "That was just a show you put on to get me to keep my dick away from that woman?"

"Did it work?" she asks hopefully.

"Fuck no, it didn't," I growl at her. "You can take my car. I'll find my own way home."

Once again I turn toward the blonde and Simone begs me, "Please don't do that, Lucas. You'll regret it."

Fuck yeah, I'll regret it. But it's not going to dissuade me, because things can't get any more fucked up.

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Avery is a giggling, stumbling mass of blond hair and boobs as we lurch our way up the porch steps to her house. She's been teasing me all night while we played pool together, making sure I could see how short her dress was when she bent over or how close her tits were to falling out by bending over slightly when she laughed. She's a little annoying because her giggle is high pitched, and I've never really liked women who giggle, but hey, she's got amazing lips and I know she could do some serious damage to me with them.

As she fumbles trying to get her key into the door knob, I step up behind her and place my hands on her waist. I move in close to her and put my face into her hair, pressing my hips into her ass. She giggles again, tossing her head, and I get a mouthful of hair-sprayed hair.

Pulling away, I swallow the bitter taste and leave her alone so she can open the door and we can get into the fucking house. I'm horny as hell, have a condom burning a hole in my wallet, and I need a release because I don't think I've ever been as tense or stressed in my life. Even the voluminous amount of Jack Daniel's I had tonight does nothing to relax me, and I figure if I can get her mouth on my dick, at least I'll feel a little better.

The door opens, and with her weight against it, she stumbles into her house, giggling the entire time. Avery drops her purse and keys to the floor, turns to me, and before I can even walk in, she's pulling the top of her dress down to expose her huge, glorious breasts that are obviously fake but totally fuckable.

My dick starts to get hard as I focus on her, watching as she shimmies out of her dress. I enter the house, and by the time I'm closing the door, she's standing in nothing but a pair of panties and high heels.

She's got a slamming body with a tiny waist and flat abdomen.

An image bursts into my head: Stephanie naked in bed with me kissing her stomach, wishing like hell she'd develop that fucking baby bump. I wonder if she has it by now, and a dull ache starts throbbing in my head.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," Avery says with her words slightly slurred. Her hands go to my belt and she fumbles with it. "I want your crotch monster in my mouth."

Fuck...Stephanie gave the most amazing blow jobs, and she would have never called my dick something so ridiculous.

I shake my head, banishing those thoughts. Stephanie doesn't belong in this room with me right now. I make myself concentrate, bring my hands to Avery's breasts. They're fucking huge, and even my big palms can barely contain them. I squeeze and they bounce back like a beach ball.

Stephanie's were lush and soft and perfectly fit to my hands--

"Fuck," I mutter as my hands fall away from her body and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Just need to concentrate on what this woman, this anonymous fuck, is doing to me. I hear my zipper come down, and then she's shoving a hand awkwardly into my underwear, one of her long nails scratching my dick, which isn't getting any harder.

"Oops," she giggles. "Sorry about that. Let me kiss it and make it feel better."

Her hand strokes me a few times, and I keep my eyes closed. I imagine it's Stephanie's hand on me. She was always so assured, sometimes a little rough with me, which I liked.

My cock starts to thicken, thinking of Stephanie stroking me with a tight fist and whispering dirty words to me. God, she fucking could talk as dirty as I could and I loved it.

I get harder.

Hard enough I could fuck Avery and get off pretty easily.

But just as she starts to push my jeans down, another image of Stephanie pops into my mind, and this time it has nothing to do with sex.

It's the way I imagined her face looked when I told her she'd fuck up our kid.

I'd fucking destroyed her with those words and hurt the woman I'm pretty sure I was head-over-heels in love with. The guilt crushes me and I can't breathe.

"I can't," I slur as I pull away from Avery's grabby hands. I immediately tuck my dick back in and zip up, fumbling quickly with my belt.

"Wait," she says as she stumbles toward me. "What's wrong?"

I hold my hands up and take another step back. "I'm sorry. But I've got to go."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Avery asks as she puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. Then she waves a hand down her body. "You're not going to tap this? Are you gay or something?"

I make the mistake of snickering over that as I take another backward step toward her door, and she glares at me. "I'm really sorry. You're gorgeous, really, but, well...I just can't."

"You asshole," she screeches, and I actually prefer that sound to her giggle.

"Sorry," I mutter again before bolting out her door and down the sidewalk. I pull my phone out as I walk toward the

street, not even paying attention to her yelling at me from the door.

I access my Uber app and concentrate all my drunken efforts on getting a ride home.

Chapter 24

Stephanie

I dial Jules's phone and put my own up to my ear as I walk toward my apartment building. It's a beautiful day out and I decided to take a walk around downtown, finishing up at the grocery store, as I was craving some lemon spaghetti for dinner.

It appears lemons are my new craving and I can't seem to get enough: lemonade, lemon candies, lemon cookies, lemon in my water, and tonight, lemon spaghetti.

"Hey," she answers somewhat out of breath.

"Are you in the middle of something?" I ask her as I stop at an intersection and wait for the light to cross. It's rush hour and traffic is heavy.

"No, just trying to wrestle three kids into the house for dinner," she says, and then calls out, "Levy...do not put that in your mouth. You can have it after dinner."

I laugh silently to myself, and wonder what trials and tribulations I'll face as a mom.

"Sorry about that," she says back into the phone. "So are you coming over tomorrow?"

"Yup," I tell her as I watch the traffic light. "What time?"

"I'll have the kids packed off by 8:30 A.M., so anytime after that," she replies. "I'm so excited."

I am too. I've ordered in a bunch of games and crafts for the kids to do at Sweetbrier next week. Jules and I are going to have a play date tomorrow morning to go through everything and rough out a more structured agenda for the field trip. I don't mind going to her house, as the Cold Fury are leaving today to travel to New Jersey for game three of the eastern conference finals. The Cold Fury took games one and two at home, and are looking stronger than ever.

Lucas is playing his best hockey in my opinion, and it's like he's got super amazing focus or something. This makes me happy for him, and a little sad for me, since he's clearly not being weighed down with thoughts of me or the baby. Still, I refuse to think about it too much and I absolutely don't talk about it with Jules, since she confided that she reamed Lucas's ass for what he said to me.

I see the cross-traffic's light turn yellow and know that I'll be clear to cross soon. I hitch my grocery bag up on my shoulder and take a step closer to the curb. "Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I'll bring some lemon tarts to eat for breakfast."