“Beg again.” His finger glides through my folds again, stopping on my clit.
“Please.”
His head drops and his tongue touches my clit, causing me to buck hard. His puts a hand on my stomach, holding me down, and spreads my legs wider before he licks, sucks, and eats me out as if he can never get full. I don’t want him to stop, I want him to feast on me from now until eternity. He slides a finger inside me and there is no warning, no build up . . . just an explosion of sensation as I come hard. My body convulses and Luke keeps licking and sucking until I whimper his name. A shiver runs up and down the length of my body as he lifts his head and kisses my inner thigh. I think I might be dreaming; I’m in a daze.
“Amber?” He kisses my stomach, and I hum in response. “Do I need a condom?”
“Hmm?” I can’t really focus on words, just the sensations his kisses are causing.
“Condom?” he asks and hovers over me. I don’t really register his words, but I want to feel him, now, inside me. “I have to go to my room and get one.”
Did he say go? “You have to go?”
“I’ll be back. I have to get a condom.” He moves to lift from the bed and my legs wind tight around him. I don’t want him to go.
“Amber?”
“I’m on birth control,” I blurt out and his face softens.
“You sure?” He nudges my entrance.
“Yes.”
Luke thrusts once and I’m full, so full I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips. My legs squeeze tighter around him, pulling him in more. I want him to go deeper.
“God, you’re tight. So tight, I need a minute.” Luke sucks in a breath.
“Luke, I need you to move. Now.” I circle my hips and he slams his mouth against mine, muffling his groan. He pulls out and I moan down his throat. I want him back inside me, then he drives in hard, and it jolts me back.
Ripping my mouth from his, I cry out with pleasure I never felt before, not like this. Grabbing his biceps, I meet him thrust for thrust. Circling my hips, he hits all the right spots.
My muscles tense as the pressure deep in my lower belly builds. This time I’m not surprised when I start to come. I savor it, letting it build more and more until I’m so high, I crash hard, screaming Luke’s name.
Luke kisses me hard, pounding harder and faster until he rips his mouth from mine, pulling me tight against his chest, and releasing deep inside me.
Slowly we come back down from the most euphoric high I have ever had. I don’t want Luke to let me go, I need him to hold me together. There’s no going back after this.
Luke rolls to his side, pulling me with him and tucking me into his side.
“I think you broke me,” Luke murmurs into my hair.
“We were always good at that . . . but I don’t remember it being that good.” I sigh as I throw my leg over his thigh.
“Next time will be even better.”
“I don’t know . . . that might be hard to top,” I tease, tracing the ridges of his abs.
“I made you beg.” Luke kisses me with a smile and I mentally think of a few ways to make him beg next time.
15
- Luke -
“This place is a mess,” Burns says from the entrance of my garage. “Am I first to get here?”
“Burns? That you?” I call from deep inside the garage where I’m looking for Christmas lights. I know they’ve got to be somewhere around here.
With Christmas only a few weeks away I need to get started on hanging the lights and getting a tree for Matt and Emily to decorate. I want their Christmas here in this house to be special. A kind of Christmas they will never forget.
“Of course, it’s me. Who else would it be?”
“Clint, Benny, Eric, or Jax?” I retort, picking up a box that is covered in layers of dust.
“Am I the first to get here?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out, carrying the box through the maze of crap I keep stored in the garage. I need to clean it out, but I’ve been so focused on finishing the house and finding new ways to make Amber beg for me, I’ve been a bit preoccupied.
“Damn, I was hoping I’d get here when Dawn arrived.”
“She’s about to be a married woman and last I checked, you were a newlywed yourself,” I tease, wiping off some of the dust before opening the box.
“Jackwagon thinks he’s funny,” Burns grumbles under his breath. “Clint texted. Dawn is bringing over some chili. I’m starving.”
“I thought you were coming here to help hang Christmas lights.”
“I’m supervising, but not until I get some of Dawn’s chili.” Burns chuckles, finding an old lawn chair and sits. “Are you planning to burn the house down?”
“Not funny, old man,” I growl as I pull out knotted strings of Christmas lights. “I should get some new ones.”
“Call Jax and have him bring over the extra he bought for Janet’s house.” Burns waves off. “Who do you know that drives a Jaguar?”
“That would be Henry,” I grumble, throwing the old Christmas lights back into their box and emerging from the garage.
Emily and Matt jump out of the car, not sparing a glance my way, and I’m instantly on alert.
“Hey, kiddos.” I wave at them.
Matt briefly glances my way then looks at Henry, who is climbing out of his car. Henry says something to the kids that visibly upsets Matt and confuses Emily, though I can’t hear what it is. With a curt nod, Matt takes Emily’s hand and leads her to the house.
Henry comes around the front of the car. “We need to have a chat.”
“Not sure there is anything we need to say to each other,” I reply.
“Need me to cover your back?” Burns whispers at my side.
“No, I think I can handle this. Go in and make sure the kids are okay.”
“I’ll make this quick.” Henry rocks back on his heels with a shit-eating grin. “I think it’s best if you stopped playing house with Amber.”
“Playing house?” I ask, crossing my arms. “And if I don’t?”
“Things will get difficult for Amber.”
“Is that a threat?”
“I don’t make threats; I’m not a hoodlum like you.” Henry points a finger at me like that’s supposed to get his message across. “I did my research on you, Luke. You and your brothers are nothing but trouble, and I won’t have that around my children.”
Unable to stop the laugh that bubbles up, I shake my head. Henry lowers his hand, pursing his lips. I’m not buying his bullshit. None of my brothers have been in any kind of trouble. We may have been rowdy when we were kids but nothing that got us thrown into jail or caused anyone to get hurt.
“You’re full of shit. You know how I know you’re full of shit?” I take a step closer to Henry, who fumbles back half a step, clearly not expecting me to stand up for Amber, which pisses me off more. “You have to use amateur scare tactics to try to get me to back off, but I got news for you, Henry . . .. I’m not scared of you and neither is Amber. And for the record, I’m not going anywhere.”