I hear a few things moving around inside, and I’m not sure if Luke threw a chair at Ryan or plates at Ian. The angle I can see through the window isn’t great.
“The man I’m in love with was in his bed, having a full-blown depressive episode, and nobody told me? You didn’t think it was important to notify me?” He’s yelling so loudly, I think every fucking living creature fifty miles around can hear him.
“You’re in love with him?” Ian asks.
I should be pissed at Luke for yelling his love at our friends, but I’m not. I’m flattered he’s upset nobody told him. I’m also reassured he wasn’t ignoring me. He was waiting for me to make the first move, but I was paralyzed. I still am a little. I’m scared I’ll let him in and he’ll break me. I’m afraid to love him the way he should be loved.
“That’s not the fucking point! The point is none of you thought of telling me! None of you thought I could help him?” Something is slammed around. I don’t think Bella’s dining room table is going to survive.
“We are telling you now. Look, Luke, after what happened in Michigan, we thought—”
“Do you fucking know what happened in Michigan?” Luke interrupts them in a shaking voice.
“No…” Ian and Ryan answer sheepishly.
“So what the fuck are you talking about? That’s pure bullshit. Ryan, you saw me every freaking day last week! I’m so pissed right now, I want to flip that table at your face.” Laid-back Luke is sexy, but Thor Luke is toothsome. Not only because of the neck and arm porn he’s displaying, but because his anger ignites with his worry for me.
I smile slightly at the idea of my man worrying for me. My man. How much I wish that were true.
“So what’s your deal?”
A deep voice shakes me off my lust train in the dark corner of the porch I’m sitting on. I turn my head to find Aaron perched on the railing, a glass of wine in his hand.
“It’s complicated,” I say, not willing to tell my whole life story to a stranger.
“That’s what Luke said this afternoon when he spoke about you.” I frown, more to hide my surprise than anything else.
“Don’t look so startled. You’re as hooked as he is.”
“I don’t know.” I sigh.
“So what do you know?” He takes a sip of his wine. He hasn’t made eye contact yet, and I’m glad for it. I feel something familiar with Aaron, like I can tell him things and what I share will stay between us.
“He’s my best chance for happiness. I’m just not sure I deserve it.”
“I know that feeling. I married the wrong woman for the same exact reason. But I can’t regret it. I got two amazing children out of it. Nevertheless, believe me when I say that it’s a lonely life, being in the wrong relationship because you sacrificed your happiness. Twenty years later, I can tell you that I’d do anything in my power to have a shot at it again. Don’t lose your chance,” he says, tipping his wine glass toward me.
“Whatever my son is telling you, listen to him. He barely speaks, so when he does, it’s generally good shit,” Ridge says, sitting next to me.
I jolt at Ridge’s quiet appearance. “Yes, sir.”
“Stop with the ‘sir’ bullshit. It’s Ridge, or you can call me Dad if you think you’ll stay long enough to have the privilege of being part of this family.”
“I’ve never called anybody Dad,” I tell him. It seems that, as with Luke, the older Gritt men can make me admit things I would have never said out loud.
“Well, that’s sad, son. I just hope you like hockey.” He pats me on the back.
The door flies open and slams hard against the wall, startling all of us. We raise our eyes to find Luke, eyes narrowed, lips flattened, and face red, staring at me.
“Dex, let’s go,” he says, holding his hand out to me.
I walk toward him, but I’m barely within arm’s reach when he pulls me hard to follow him.
“Good luck, boy,” Ridge says.
Luke is dragging me toward the barn.
“Luke, what are we—”
“Don’t fucking speak or I’ll choke you with my dick for all to see. Shut the fuck up.”
So I do. Once we turn the corner of the building and our audience is out of sight, he pushes me against the wall and pins me with his whole body.
“Now you’re going to listen to me,” he says between his teeth. He’s holding my hair tightly, tilting my head up so I can look him in the eyes, erasing the few inches he has on me. His knee is between my legs, and his other hand is wrapped around my right arm.
He has my whole attention. I feel the blood rushing to my dick as his face comes closer to mine. When a whiff of his beard product hits me, a rush of desire crawls through my veins. I bring my arms to his waist and tug his body toward mine. Our lips connect and I kiss him with ferocity, my fingers kneading his ass. He pushes away.
“No! First, you’re going to listen!” His voice is deeper than usual, and I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been around him. He pulls my hair tighter. “You’re drowning, you call me. You’re hurt, you call me. You’re sad, depressed, starving, overworked, stressed, dying, you fucking call me! Even if you’re happy as shit or just need to share your crappy day with someone, you. Call. Me! Understood?” He thrusts his hips into mine.
I can feel his erection against my thighs. I try to reach for it, but he stops me.
“Understood?” he insists.
I nod. He’s calming down, but that’s not the Luke I want right now. I want to be fucked by Thor Luke, damn the consequences of my desire.
“What would you do if I don’t? Would I get punished?” I’m hoping to make that flare of anger return to his eyes.
“If that’s what you want, little prince, that’s what you’ll get, you know that, right?” He flips me against the wall, already unbuttoning my jeans.
Mission accomplished! His hand goes down my underwear, and he tugs my hard dick a couple of times, his raw palm delivering the pain I was craving. I step back and bend forward, bringing my ass to his shaft, my hands pressing against the wall.
“Please,” I say, rubbing my body against his.
His hands slide my jeans and underwear down to my knees, and I hear him spit before his wet fingers play with my ass. They enter me while he pushes on my back to get me at the angle he needs. He plays for a minute before driving the tip of his cock to my entrance. I need him inside me more than ever. He pushes in with one hard thrust and we both grunt, me much louder than him. He thrusts again and I scream his name, forgetting his family and our friends aren’t far. I love him filling me. As I can’t stop voicing the pleasure he gives me, he brings his hand to my mouth to shut me up before driving into me harsher than ever.
“You want me to anger-fuck you, babe? That’s what you need to feel something again?”
I moan against his fingers, letting him take control of me. Luke is giving me a constant feeling of deep pleasure, and I whimper helplessly against his hand. His balls slap into my ass with each movement on his hips and I desperately try to hold on the wall but fail. He rolls his hips one last time and I suddenly let go, painting the barn with my cum. The never-ending waves of my orgasm make me shake uncontrollably.