“I got you, G. I promise.” He leaned forward, spreading her leg wider holding her out for him completely and worked his hips fast, then tension sweet, then almost unbearable when she squeezed him.
Gia called out, her back arching and he watched her, smile wide, expression open as she held onto him falling apart, tightening until he couldn’t hold out another second. Until she had him completely.
“Shit…ah..”
And Luka followed Gia over the edge.
The room had gone dark and cold, but Luka was happy, sated. Gia pressed against him, naked, her beautiful body relaxed, languid, like his as the noise outside his room started up.
“The crowd will be stupid soon,” Gia said, sighing. “I better leave before everyone…”
“I don’t care if they see.” Luka curled his arm tighter around her shoulder, pulling the blanket over her exposed skin when he felt how cold she was. “Let the world see you with me, nani.”
“Until someone runs and tattles to my uncle.”
“Baby, he found us with my fingers pinching your nipple. My guess is he figured out we aren’t fighting over our fantasy teams when we’re together.”
She jabbed his side, then kissed him in the center of the chest, inching closer to steal a kiss. “Fine, but I’d rather be at my dorm when all the debauchery happens in there.” She straddled him, smiling when he rested his palms against her bottom. “Claire took off with Mimi for her aunt’s in Lafayette. Last weekend before finals. You and me all alone.”
“I like the sound of that. Just give me—” Luka stopped when his cell rang and sat up, grabbing the phone when he spotted Keira’s number. “Just a second, baby,” he told Gia, hoping his smile kept her from being irritated at the interruption. “Hey, you,” Luka answered, frowning when the call immediately ended.
“What’s wrong?” Gia asked, her face pinching up as she frowned.
“I don’t know.” He waved the phone, tapping it against his knee. There wasn’t much he could tell Gia that wouldn’t keep her from getting in trouble. If she knew Kona had been juicing, she might be obligated to disclose that detail to her uncle. Their coach. Who’d then be obligated to inform the athletic director. It didn’t matter if Kona had quit. It didn’t matter if Gia would keep silent. Luka didn’t want to put her in that position. But he had to tell her something.
He landed on the partial truth.
“Kona can be careless. Nothing worth talking about, but I told Keira if they get in a tight spot, to let me know. It’s no big deal. They’re probably just away from a cell tower.” That sounded more like a dead battery situation, not a steroid-selling drug dealer situation and he hoped Gia bought it.
“Call her back,” she said, her voice laced with concern.
He nodded, hitting the redial button, his worry sinking like a stone in his gut when the phone went on ringing. Luka tried to keep the worry from his face. He tried laying back, pulling Gia close again, pretend that things were fine, but he didn’t think she bought it.
“Think she’ll call back?” she asked against his chest as she ran her fingers down his arm.
“I’m sure it’s no big deal, nani.”
“You’re worried. I can tell.”
“You know me so well, huh?” Luka smiled when she shrugged, turning her to face him. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of her smile or the perfect curve of her top lip. She’d be going back to New York soon. They hadn’t discussed it. Christmas had come and gone and she’d missed the holiday to stay with him. But now, the semester was ending. They were running out of excuses to delay her trip back home. The holiday reminded Luka of the gift he had wrapped in his closet back at his mom’s. He grinned, wondering what she’d say when she saw it.
“What’s that smile?”
He shook his head, kissing her slow and long, just enough to steal her breath. “I have something for you I’ve been meaning to give you.”
“You’ve given me plenty…”
“No, baby. I’ve only started. That’s a promise. This is something…” His cell rang again and Luka grabbed it, sitting up when Keira’s number shot across the screen. “Hey,” he said, frowning when Gia kissed his cheek, then moved from the bed.
“Hey,” Keira started. “It’s me. I really need your help.” Luka’s stomach dropped and his heart began to jackhammer for a reason that had nothing to do with the