I laugh, my pussy contracting around his hard length buried deep inside of me. He groans, his cock flexing within me.
“It’s a good thing,” I assure him. I hitch my legs higher around his waist.
He cups my cheek, his eyes boring into mine. He must see whatever he’s looking for because he nods and gives me a quick, hard kiss. Rising onto his elbows, he pulls out and thrusts into me. I relax into the pillows, helpless to his ministrations. He buries his face in my neck. It doesn’t take long before he goes tense above me.
“Audrey,” he whispers, a plea on his lips.
This is more than simply sex. Whatever connection we share, it’s bigger than the physical. I barely know the guy. I don’t even know his last name.
But my soul knows his.
Seb hasn’t even pulled out of me when there’s an electronic beep and a bang as the hotel room door slams open.
“Hey, asshole,” a man says, his voice preceding him into the room.
Seb slips his softening cock out of me and covers my body with his.
“Luke,” he barks. “Can you give me a minute?”
The guy—Luke—finally comes into view. He gulps and covers his hand with his eyes.
“Shit, Seb,” he snaps. “Put it away.”
Blindly reaching on the floor, Seb hands me my shirt. He deals with the condom and slips into his shorts before he finds mine.
It might be the quickest I’ve ever gotten dressed. My face flames. How am I supposed to get out of here?
“Are you decent?” Luke asks. He lowers his hand, his eyes squeezed shut.
“What the fuck do you want?” Seb snaps.
“Dad got a call,” Luke says.
“So?” Seb wrangles his shirt over his head.
“Your name’s on the trade block.”
My stomach sinks. I take in Luke’s Austin Aces t-shirt. I didn’t notice before; Seb’s shirt has the logo for the Minnesota team on it.
“There’s always rumors,” Seb says dismissively. “Can you give us a few moments?”
“Dude, the call was from the head coach,” Luke says. “I think this thing is real.”
“Okay. So I’ll deal with it,” he says. “Seriously, I need a minute here.”
Luke looks me over with interest now that I’m fully dressed. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever.” He turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
Seb looks at me, chagrined. “I’m sorry about him. That’s not how I wanted this to go.”
I swallow my fears. “I need to know.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Anything.”
“Your brother is a hockey player.”
Guarded, he nods.
“Your dad has a call from a head coach. About you?”
