Page 1 of Lustre Blanketed

Prologue

Cole

Thewindwhipsthroughthe trees, screaming as I slide swiftly on my skis to the front of the start gate. The morning sun glints off the smooth snow below, red flags ready to guide me to an epic finish. This is it.The moment. Reaching down, I check all of my buckles one more time and while I’m bent in the awkward position, ass in the air, Slater Sully sidles up next to me.

“Last one old man, think you canriseto the occasion,” the fucking prick sneers with a smug grin.

My jaw clenches and my hands ball into fists around my ski poles as I consider stabbing the long piece of aluminum through his throat.

Death would be a good look for him.

“Pay attention, Corrigan,” my coach yells.

Shit. Shaking my head, I try to ignore Slater-fucking-Sully. He’s trying to distract me from the ultimate win. I’ve already picked up a few gold medals in different events, but this last one would give me the most of any Olympic skier in a single Winter Games.Ever. Beating not only my personal best, but breaking into the record books, would be the perfect end to my career—the cherry on top.

The seconds tick down and adrenaline buzzes in my veins. My final downhill run. Go for the Gold.

Looking over, I see him still staring at me, tracking my every move, and I give him a frosty glare. He’s the only one close enough to take the gold from me. Not today, you girlfriend-stealing prick. My lip lifts in a snarl as we continue to stare each other down.

DING

The buzzer sounds and I’m slow to start. Fucking Slater.

My eyes narrow, focusing on my path. The fresh powder cuts neatly between my blades as I slice to the right, sending up a dusting of snow. My muscles contract, immediately picking up the familiar rhythm of a downhill run. This course is tough, but for me, it’s the perfect challenge. Breathing deeply as I pick up speed, I continue forward, moving at a breakneck pace, chasing the seconds I lost.

Digging deep, I cut my turns as fast as I can, flying down the hill at a breakneck speed that teeters on the edge of out of control. Crouching lower, my muscles burn from overuse.Come on, just a little more.

The overhead screen catches my eye as it flashes to an image of my girlfriend—well, ex-girlfriend now—sitting in the crowd and an angry snarl overtakes my face.Whore.

A shock of red stings my cheek, ripping me back from the momentary distraction. Shit. My ski gets caught on the flag that I’m supposed to be turning around. No. No. No. My limbs tense as I shift hard, trying to stay upright. My arms pinwheel and ski poles go flying in every direction. The crisp snow offers no grip as I slide out helplessly, unable to regain my footing. The world seems to be moving in slow motion as I plummet towards the ground and my gold medal run slips right out of my fingers during my descent.

His face is all I see as I spiral to the bottom. This is all Slater-Fucking-Sully’s fault, and one day soon, I’m going to make him pay.

Throwing my hands out to break my fall, there is a crunch, a pop. All the air whooshes out of my lungs and pain erupts; surging through my arm.

So much agony… and loss

The chill from the snow below me seeps through my thick clothing. I know I need to move, get off the course, but my body refuses to obey. I can’t believe this happened… any of it…

The Night Before:

“Ohhhhhh,” Sammy’s voice echoes around the suite as I open the door. She whimpers again and I let go of the bag in my hands, letting them tumble to the floor. Ignoring the puddle of wonton soup expanding all around me, I make a mad dash toward the bedroom. Her cries are getting louder.

Is she okay?

My heart pounds, thundering in my chest, and I realize she never answered the text I sent after my photo shoot.

“Sammy!” I yell, pushing at the door with all my might. I fly into the room, panting, a cold sweat erupting all over my body.

“Oh, Slater, harder baby,” Sammy screams. Her mouth gapes open, and her eyes widen in shock as I enter their space.

Awareness punches me in the face as I take in the scene before me.

Sammy’s on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, tits swaying back and forth as Slater-Fucking-Sully, my arch-nemesis, kneels behind her, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt. A cocky smirk lights his face as his silver-grey eyes meet mine, but he doesn’t miss a beat, thrusting even harder.

“Wanna join in, Cole?” he has the nerve to ask, reaching down to gather Sammy’s shiny black hair in his fist before yanking her head back to stare up into mine. “Feel free to shove into her mouth. I bet she’d like us to spit roast her.”

Sammy lets out a lusty moan and opens her mouth as if offering it to me.

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