Page 128 of The Keeper

Empty.

I paused, listening for any water running in the showers.

Nothing.

I rounded on Victoria and growled, “Get on your knees.”

“Am I in trouble?” she asked, a bit coyly, as she kneeled.

“Yes. Big trouble.”

She smiled, crossing her ankles behind her.

Not submissive my ass.

I removed my other glove and tossed them both to the floor, noticing the slight pout on her lips.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” I said. “Or I won’t use them at all.”

“Oh. Okay, I can wait,” she breathed. “Do you want me to suck you now?”

I ran my thumb along her full lower lip, pulling it down. “No. I want this gloss smeared all over my cock while I fuck your mouth.” I jerked my chin down toward my pants. “Take them off.”

The second she reached for the waistband I heard a noise coming from the small office in the back.

“Nobody else is using this part of the facility this week, right?” I asked, placing a protective hand on her head.

“No. Just you guys. This is the visitor’s room. Nobody else is scheduled for another two weeks.”

“Stand up,” I said. “I’m going to have a look around.”

“I thought you liked having an audience,” Victoria teased, getting to her feet.

“You’re already in enough trouble, love.” I put my finger to her lips. “Don’t make it worse.”

Her laughter had its desired effect on me. I couldn’t get enough of how melodic it always sounded.

A scratching or dragging noise came from the office, followed by a loud thud. We both looked at one another. I put my finger in front of my mouth, signaling silence.

The blinds on the window facing into the changing room were shut. I approached the side door and looked through the glass.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I shouted, opening the door.

My step-brother spun around, pale as a ghost.

“Jesus, Xavier. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Not at this particular moment, no. What are you doing in here?”

“If you must know,” he huffed. “I’m unpacking a few things for Graham. Moving these chairs around a bit. Putting this dry erase board in a better spot. He asked me to set out some game plans for Saturday.”

“Are you his lackey now? More arse kissing to get more time on the pitch?”

“Sod off,” his voice rose. “Not everyone is perfect like you. Maybe I’m aiming to be a manager someday.”

“Oh that’s rich,” I taunted. “A manager.”

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