Chapter 32

     Gavin Hawkins POV

Chapter 32: Weird but okay

    "This party is boring," was the first thing that came to mind the moment I stepped into Keira McRae's vineyard. Something sweet hung in the air, soft jazz sounds floated into my ears, and the taste of red wine stained my lips.

    The party had everything; it was Christmas, after all.

    What was I doing here? I couldn't spend Christmas with him, though - it was a bad idea.

    I flicked my gaze to the Rolex wristwatch on my hand, another gift he gave me every year, which I ended up selling before New Year's.

    "Aren't you enjoying the party?" Keira asked, playfully rubbing my arm as she approached.

    I shifted uncomfortably, feeling turned on by the look in her eyes. It was obvious - I was going to sleep with this girl today, in her childhood bedroom. The sexual tension between us was driving me mad.

    "No," I said, taking a sip of my wine, keeping her in suspense.

    "I just don't like crowds." I told her honestly. As expected, Keira laughed, as if I'd said something funny.

    "You, Velmont, the famous hockey player, afraid of a little crowd? Mom invited only twenty people over. Come and say hi," she said, completely ignoring the fact that I said I hated crowds.

    Pulling me along, Keira introduced me to everyone at the party as if I were her boyfriend or something.

    We weren't even friends in my mind - just future fuck buddies. Iris was right; the only thing I found interesting about a girl was that she had a vagina.

    This was bad

    I could feel my interest in Keira letting go every second. Even her wide smile wasn't enough to keep my eyes on her, nor was her seductive laugh or playful movements above my groin.

    "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I want to fuck," I thought. And she would, by the end of today.

    Stopping in my tracks, I turned to Keira, my fingers tapping on her soft skin. "I'm bored; let's go see your room," I whispered.

    I felt her entire body loosen against mine; she was definitely feeling the same. She shook her head vehemently and led me toward her bathroom.

    We took the winding stairs to the east wing, where her bedroom was the last room. Keira opened the room with a loud intake of air. She gestured to the room, her breath hitching. "Welcome to my humble abode."

    My eyes didn't wander around the room for a second; instead, they settled on her. I grabbed her by the waist and began kissing her. It was rough and needy.

    My fingers began to toy with the side zip of her thigh-length, fluffy red and blue dress. Her breathing grew harder as my fingers found her hard nipples.

    This was going somewhere. I pushed my fingers down into her vagina, and she moaned very loudly. My mouth covered hers in an all-consuming kiss.

    "Let me undress you, baby," I said seductively against her ear.

    The next moment, she held the wall while I took her from behind in a doggy-style position. She answered every thrust with a soft, breathy moan. Her legs shook beneath me.

    I loved this sight of women, completely vulnerable with me. My fingers played with her clitoris while I plunged deeper. "Ahhh," she continued to moan, so I stuffed her mouth with her wet panties. They were red and stringy.

    "Baby, I'm coming," she said in a singsong voice, her moaning growing louder as I finished. I pulled out, leaking my contents onto the floor. She turned toward me, on her knees, bringing my tip to her lips. A smile sprang to my lips.

    "You want to pleasure me?"

    "Yes, baby," she cried, touching herself while holding my device. This girl was the boss of giving head; I could tell she had a lot of practice. I couldn't help but moan.

    "Oh, Lyric."

    "What?" she asked, choked with my stick shaft in her mouth. My cum drooling from the both ends of her lips.

    "Nothing." My eyes widened in realization, and I backed up.

    Keira insisted, her forehead twisting in anger "You said 'Lyric'."

    "Nothing," I repeated, trying to brush it off. "Just a song stuck in my head."

    Keira looked at me skeptically, but she didn't push the issue. Instead, she stood up and began to clean herself up. She clearly did not buy by lie. I don't blame her though. It was wrong calling another woman's name when we were having sex.

    "Like from a song. I said, sing me your favorite lyrics," I tried to cover up, offering a shy smile.

    "Weird but okay. " She laughed in a seductive way, instead of being turned on by it. All I could think about was the name of the girl which left my lips. Her smile grew tight, "Next Time Gavin Hawkins, you could even bring a playlist"

It was my turn to laugh at what she said. It was light, empty and airy. Keira placed a kiss in my lips, and swayed away. I watched her beautiful naked body disappear into the bathroom.

I could have followed her inside, for she left the door open as an invitation but I did not. I could not bring myself too.

It was confirmed. I no longer had any feelings towards Keira. It was mere sexual tension.

Damn. Iris was right.

That meant Minsoo was too, I needed to fuck Lyric out of my system to forget her. If I wanted to concentrate on hockey, I don't need that sweet escape of a body named ' Lyric '.

I stood there, frozen, as the sound of the shower turning on echoed from the bathroom. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had just made a mistake. Calling out another woman's name during sex was a major faux pas, and I knew I had hurt Keira's feelings.

Keira emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet. She looked at me with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"You're still standing there?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. As I looked at her, I tried to see if something about her body still interested me. This woman was gorgeous, but it no longer held any meaning after I slept with her. Why?

I shrugged, feeling a bit awkward. "I guess I was just waiting for you to finish up."

Keira smiled, but it was a tight, forced smile. "Well, I'm done now. You can go ahead and leave if you want."

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to stay and try to make things right with Keira, but another part of me just wanted to get out of there and forget the whole thing had ever happened.

"Thanks," I said finally, turning to leave. I grabbed my shirt from the floor, shaking it before putting it on. "I'll just go ahead and get going then."

Keira nodded, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "Yeah, that's probably for the best."

Instant relief washed over me the moment I stepped out. I ignored the curious gazes of the servants as I walked away from Keira's room, buttoning my shirt. I slept with Keira and it was obvious. 

At the stairs, I caught the gaze of an elderly woman in a cook's outfit. She looked horrified to see me with scattered hair from Keira's pulling and my now-misbuttoned shirt.

 In a tease, I winked at her. The lady responded by signing the cross on her chest with a small white-beaded rosary around her neck.

The moment I entered my car, my fingers hovered over three names on my contacts list: Shawn, Iris, and Coach. After some thought, I dialed Coach's number. Surprisingly, he answered on the first ring.

"Merry Christmas, my boy." His happy voice boomed from the speakers. My inside twisted in guilt for ruining his Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Coach." I replied dryly, drumming on my steering wheel to keep calm. This was an awful situation. 

Seconds passed, then he inquired, with a soft laugh "I know you didn't call just to wish me a Merry Christmas. What's wrong?"

My stomach clenched. 

"I need a new tutor. I just slept with Keira."

"FUCK!" Coach Fedelin responded with a loud exclamation. I could hear the clanking of plates falling to the floor in the background.