Free The Gamble: A Novel by Xavier Neal Page A

communication gap between them and their parents, between their parents and the agent, might make things better for everyone. Or at least that's the hope. Kinda sound like an idealistic idiot, huh?
     
    I stroll across the apartment through the large living room and straight for Luca's room. Similar to Warren's door it's slightly cracked except this time when I use the tip of my finger to push it his room is very much occupied. In the bed there's a female with porcelain skin, jet black hair, and her eyes shut tight as she clutches onto Luca for dear life. Her lips look paralyzed in the open position they've taken, however the expression on her face is one of pure ecstasy.
     
    Um...I should go. I shouldn't...be...looking...at this....
     
    I try to force myself away yet it doesn't seem to work. Entranced, my eyes zoom in on Luca whose face is buried in the woman's neck while his hips are making sharp jabs. The intricate tattoo on his back of various sports equipment with the words 'Work Hard, Play Harder', a sight I've seen a million times in a million ways, seems to be glistening in glory with every move he makes. The muscles are rippling. Tightening and talking dirty in a way I've never experienced before.
     
    Unconsciously my mouth clamps shut as my pussy tightens in envy.
     
    Tell me that's not fucking hot....do you see the way he's moving? God, what would it feel like to be her? To have him filling me to the point I can't even breathe.
     
    She finally lets a sound escape. Two simple words. “I'm coming...”
     
    And without missing a beat, Luca swiftly grabs her hands, pins them above her head and drills even harder, her inability to cry out spurring him to work vigorously. To break her. The throbbing between my thighs increases.
     
    I wanna be her...I wanna feel what that's like...I wanna be her.
     
    “Alexxa?”
     
    Startled at the sound of my name, I jump away from the door as if it's burned me.
     
    Shit!
     
    I quickly move towards Warren who has just entered the apartment and try to hide my flustered disposition in the process.
     
    “Th-th-there you are,” my voice struggles to say as I relocate to the kitchen.
     
    What the hell is the matter with me? I've never watched Luca screw a chick before and trust me there have been other chances. I don't know why I couldn't walk away today. Clearly I need to increase the number of times I'm rubbing one out so this doesn't happen again. It has to be the only reason I was yearning to be that poor, doesn't realize she's just another notch in the bedpost, woman.
     
    “I um...I was um... beginning to think you weren't gonna be home tonight.”
     
    “Shift change didn't go as smoothly as I was hoping,” he grumbles and lifts up a bag. “But I did bring you home your favorite cheese enchiladas.”
     
    “You're so sweet,” I coo with a small smile.
     
    All of sudden moans come flooding out of Luca's bedroom forcing me to lean my back against the counter. The sound increases, further dampening my thong. Without my consent my thighs clench tighter together.
     
    Gotta get this shit in check. Stop it! That's a bad body!
    Rather than comment immediately, Warren gives me one long stare, his analytical mind ripping apart my every subtle movement.
     
    Fuck, I hate having a therapist in training for a best friend.
     
    He braces his arms against his work stained t-shirt. “You been here long?”
     
    “Just...um...a few minutes. Nothing too long.”
     
    His eyes glance the direction of the fading sounds. “Luca know you're here?”
     
    I shake my head.
     
    “Did you check his room to see if he was home?”
     
    My nod is slow.
     
    “Did you...” Warren wets his lips clearly struggling for the perfect phrasing. “Witness his latest endeavor.”
     
    Don't you dare think about selling me out.
     
    When I don't admit to anything he lowers his voice to a complete whisper, “Alexxa. Did you watch Luca have sex?”
     
    Embarrassment forces my hands to fly