Page 105 of Playing for Keeps

Wanna come over?

Luckily, my nerves had to wait less than a minute before Luke’s reply pinged on my phone.

Sure.

I rubbed the scar on my wrist. That unnatural piece of skin where I’d burned myself when I was a kid.

I tried to distract myself by getting on top of chores I’d been putting off, like sorting through Theo’s clothes and getting rid of the stuff he’d outgrown. It was hard to believe how much he’d grown in the last six months.

I heard a car pull up in the driveway.

I opened the front door, trying to stop my hands from shaking. Luke’s face lit up when he saw me, and my gut unclenched.

“Hey you,” he said.

“Hey.”

He came inside and kissed me with absolutely no hesitation. I melted faster than cheese in the microwave.

I pulled back before it could go too far, because it wasn’t just fucking Luke I’d missed so much. I’d missed talking to him even more. The few messages and one quick phone call we’d managed hadn’t been enough.

“So, how did it go? Tell me all about it,” I said as we pulled apart.

“It was good.” Luke followed me into the living room.

I rolled my eyes. “Pretty sure you can do better than that. The other guys made you feel welcome?”

“Yeah, it obviously helped having Jonesy and Jacob and the other guys from the Marauders there. But everyone was great. Coaching staff were amazing. It was just intense. You know, constantly feeling like you need to prove yourself. Fuck, I’m sore.” He rolled his shoulder, wincing.

“You want me to give you a massage?” I offered.

Luke’s lips quirked. “I didn’t realize giving massages is one of your talents.”

“What can I say, I’m a multi-talented kind of guy.”

I tugged him over to the couch, trying not to show how eager I was. Yeah, I wanted to have my own orgasm, but somehow that wasn’t as important as making Luke feel good.

Luckily, I’d had the brilliant foresight to buy an extra wide couch. I nudged Luke onto it, then quickly ran down to my bathroom to grab some lotion.

“Lie on your stomach,” I instructed when I came back into the room.

Luke had already stripped down to his boxers. He turned over. “Like this?”

“Yup, you just lie there like the king that you are. I’ll do all the work.”

“If I’m the king, what does that make you?” Luke asked lazily, turning his face toward me. Just the sight of the half smile on his handsome face had my heart beating faster. “My knight in shining armor?”

“More like the court jester,” I replied.

“Well, you’ve certainly got the jokes for a court jester.”

“Maybe not the juggling skills though,” I said. “Although I’ve got some ideas about where I can find some balls to practice with.”

Luke laughed.

Shit, I loved the sound of Luke laughing. It was my happy place.

And Luke laughing while I had my hands on him? Yup, pretty sure this was the intersection of my happy place and my horny place. Could anything be better?