Luke (A Redemption Romance #1) (9 page)

Instead of setting me down, Luke carried me that way, my back pressed into his chest, my legs dangling straight down, over to the couch. He walked around to the front of it and sat, pulling me down with him so I was facing away from him on his lap. His hand moved from around me and blindly felt his way up the front of my coat. I hadn’t buttoned it, so he opened it, pushed me forward and pulled it down off my arms, then tossed it somewhere behind the couch.

One arm wrapped around me, over my chest and upper arms, not allowing me any room for escape. He dipped his head and somewhere between a snarl and a whisper, started to lay it all out.

“I fucked up Rory, all I wanted Sunday afternoon was to come back to you, and I’ve wanted to be with you every minute since I left. I’d already told you what I wanted, had already shown you how I wanted it to be between us. I wanted to know that you wanted it too. With everything swirling around us, I wanted to know that it was me you wanted; I didn’t want to think that anyone could have filled that role for you. I told you over and over that I wanted to be with you. How could you doubt me?”

The tears were still flowing, out of pain, sadness, the realization that I’d been a selfish bitch and that these past two weeks alone hadn’t had to be that way at all. He held me so tight against him, it was hard, but I shoved against his arm, he didn’t move it much, but it was just enough that I was able to turn around on his lap and bury my face in his neck.

Once he realized that I wasn’t trying to get away, both arms came around me and held me close. I could feel the heat of his skin through my shirt. I was able to get my arms between his back and the couch and I just held on.

I spoke into his collar bone “Luke, I was so hurt, so confused. I’m sorry. I thought you had decided that you didn’t want me, that you didn’t want to be with me. I thought we were good, then you were gone and nothing was right. I didn’t know.”

I fought through my sobs to get it all out, he needed to know. “I don’t ever chase men. I figure if they want to spend time with me they’ll let me know and you didn’t. You hadn’t made me any promises, I convinced myself that I’d been wrong.”

Luke’s face was resting on top of my head, but I felt him turn enough to kiss my hair. His arms got tighter around me and he buried his nose in my hair.

“Sometimes a man needs to know that feelings aren’t one sided, Rory. I was afraid that you’d just agreed to be with me, to spend time with me because you were so distraught. I need you to reach for me sometimes too.”

I nodded my head against him and sniffled. “I’m sorry Luke, so sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t realize.”

“I know baby, it’s okay. Let’s just let it be, okay? We both fucked things up, we both should have reached out, but we were feeling vulnerable. Just promise me Rory, promise me that you won’t ever pull back like that. If you think I am, then you fight for me. I’ll do the same thing, okay?”

“Okay Luke, okay, I promise.” I hadn’t cried this much, except when I lost it at the funeral, I’d never cried this long.

“You were at Nolan’s today?”

“Yeah, I wanted to move some stuff to my house and I needed to find some account statements and stuff so I could get things changed over into my name. Make sure the power bill comes to me, that’s when I found the letters.”

“Letters? How many did he leave?”

“He left one for each of us, you, all the guys, Hope and me.”

“Oh, Jesus! I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to be there alone. I would have gone with you, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I did all right;” I told him about all I’d done, giving him every last detail.

“Whose truck is that in the driveway?” I could hear the note of irritation come back into Luke’s voice as he apparently remembered that I wasn’t driving my own car.

“I rented it from the U-Haul; I couldn’t fit all that stuff in my car so Amber drove me over there earlier this morning to pick it up.”

Luke nodded and I could tell he was thinking about something. “You seriously didn’t call Reed to help you. Even though things were strained between us, you have to know Reed would have been there for you, we all have trucks, and any of the guys would have come.”

I shook my head, “No, I didn’t want to be a burden. I knew I was going to be there for a long time today, it was just easier on everyone if I did it myself. Besides, I didn’t think about it, I’m used to just doing things on my own.”

“Not anymore. Neither of us is used to this, we’ll both have to learn to rely on the other one more, to talk about what we need.”

Luke’s arms loosened from around me, I sat up, realizing that I must be heavy on him and started to scoot back when he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a searing kiss. This one wasn’t desperate like the last, but it was long, sensual and claiming. We were wrapped around each other, holding tightly to one another as the kiss intensified. One of Luke’s hands had moved down my back and found its way under my shirt. He was caressing the bare skin there, just above my jeans. My fingers were tangled in his hair and rubbing over the skin of his neck.

Still kissing me, Luke moved the arm at my neck to cradle me under my knees, then stood and walked confidently out of the living room. His steps didn’t falter as I felt him take the stairs. Even with my added weight, he wasn’t winded at all. I felt so delicate and feminine as he carried me like a bride.

Bringing me into his bedroom, he walked to the bed and unceremoniously tossed me on it. I let out a squeak as I landed with a bounce.

Luke followed me down, prowling on his hands and knees. I could see the primitive look on his face as he moved over me and caged me in.

“We need to get you out of these wet clothes, Aurora.” His look was dark; I shivered, and not from the cold wet cloth stuck to me. His eyes were feral, hot and demanding.

He sat back, straddling the top of my legs. I was still trapped and I didn’t mind one bit. Luke’s hands went to work pulling up my shirt, I lifted off the bed enough to help him; before I knew it, my shirt was gone and my bra followed just behind. The way he tossed them carelessly over his shoulder, without ever taking his hot eyes from mine made me feel incredibly possessed. I knew this man was strong, in control and in this moment, his patience had run out.

Luke backed up, then off my legs to unfasten and then removed my pants. When he reached for my pink lace panties, my eyes widened with apprehension and my hand shot up to still his.

“Shhh, baby, I’m going to take off your panties, they’re wet.” He dipped one finger down between my legs to touch the wet spot, denoting my level of arousal. I twitched and clenched my legs tight together, but all that did was hold his finger in place. He raised both eyebrows in challenge and a small smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.

“Would you feel better if I took my wet clothes off first?”

“Your clothes aren’t wet.” I thought this was obvious. Sure, they were maybe a little damp from carrying me, and from coming after me in the rain, but he wasn’t soaked like I was from standing on his porch so long.

“That’s not an answer, sweetheart.”

I was lying on Luke’s bed in just a pair of barely there panties and I was worried about him taking those off. What was my problem? I didn’t have body issues, besides it wasn’t like they were covering anything.

In my moment of indecision, my hands had relaxed and he took full advantage, grabbing hold of the little elastic strings at the side and yanking them down my legs. I at least helped by lifting my feet from the bed when he pulled them over, he tossed them with the rest of my clothes.

Luke grabbed my ankles, lifted one to his mouth and kissed it, and then the other. He held my feet up and then spread them, opening me to his view.

“Jesus Christ Rory! You are absolutely beautiful.” My feet found their way back to the bed, but now spread on either side of his hips. He lifted the tight shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted chest and stomach.

He looked like a statue; his torso was absolutely perfect, not a hint of fat anywhere. I noticed a few tattoos that I’d never seen before, I wanted to inspect them, to take the time to run my fingers along the lines of each one, not now wasn’t the time.

My fingers itched to touch him; I wanted to run my hands up and down him, touching everywhere I could reach, to lick him, to trace the outline of each muscle and to watch him come undone by my touch. I could feel the heat burning in my core. He could skip the foreplay and just take me now. At the same time I wanted us to take our time exploring each other’s bodies.

“It’s only fair if I wear the same amount of clothing you are, don’t you think?”

His flirty smile would have melted my panties, if I’d been wearing any.

“I do, maybe I should get up and find one of your shirts to put on.” I was teasing him, but it was fun to see his eyes narrow as I moved to get off the bed. His pants and boxer briefs were already halfway down his legs, but that didn’t slow him down at all, before I’d even completed a roll toward the side of the bed, he was back on top of me.

His dick stood proud, long and thick, so erect. It was so big, it touched his abdomen. The head was engorged, and all I wanted was to get my hands and mouth all over it. The veins stood out against the smooth skin. There was a small thatch of trimmed hair at the base, thankfully it was so short, I could see every bit of his heavy balls.

“No way, baby, the first time I have you naked in my bed, there’s no way I’m letting you out - maybe for days.”

I pretended to consider this for a minute and laughed when he pinched the side of my butt cheek.

“I do have to work in the morning, so you’ll have to let me out by then.”

“I think I can be done in twelve hours, but just barely.”

“You’re still wearing more than me. That’s just not fair,” I said as I used my feet to push his pants down further.

Luke was flat on top of me, his forearms bent in the bed to keep some of his weight off me, but his dick was pressed into me, nestled against the lips of my pussy.

When he moved his body from side to side to get his pants down the rest of the way, his dick pressed more tightly into me, putting pressure on my clit. An involuntary moan escaped my mouth and Luke, now fully naked took that as his invitation.

Moving his face down, he kissed my lips, over my cheek and to my ear.

“I’ve wanted you in my bed for a long damn time, Rory. I’m glad you’re here now. I’m going to do so many dirty things to you tonight. Are you ready for that?”

“What kind of dirty things?” I asked breathlessly, he was kissing my neck and running his hands over every part of my body he could reach. His cock rhythmically pushed onto my clitoris, and the sensations were almost more than I could bear.

Trembling, I could feel the wetness seeping from my eager pussy. His shaft was damp from my juices. I used my hands to feel the strength in his arms and back, scratching down along his spine. Every time I used my nails like that, he pressed in harder.

We kissed and caressed and teased for a long time. Luke had amazing restraint. The few guys I’d been with in the past would have been done and getting dressed by now. I loved the feeling of Luke’s weight on me, he was hot and hard - everywhere. His skin was so smooth, I couldn’t keep my hands from running all over it.

Moving his lips down my neck, over my collarbone and the swell of one breast, he bit down on one erect nipple. He spent several minutes worshiping the skin around the areola, then moved to the other and repeated the torture. When I thought I was about to die from the frustration, I gripped his hair and directed it back onto my nipple. I writhed in pleasure from the feeling of his lips and tongue on my highly sensitive tips.

Luke’s hand moved between our bodies, shifting his penis from its contact with my swollen bud, but put his hand there instead. He used the palm to press and his fingers played with my wet folds. I felt him open my lips and slowly insert one finger, shallowly thrusting one and then two fingers into my depths.

Between the attentions he showed my breasts and his ministration on my pussy, I unraveled and came hard. My moans and whispered pleas were apparently enough to spur him on because as soon as I came down from my climax, I felt him press the head of his cock into me and push.

“Please, god, Luke, please.” I needed him inside, needed to feel his thick girth filling me. After the horrible weeks apart, the moment he joined our bodies would be perfect.

Without another minute’s hesitation, he slid home.

“Oh, god, Aurora. Fuck baby, you feel so good.”

He was huge, easily the biggest man I’d ever been with, I felt stretched and full. It didn’t hurt, but there was a slight burn. Thankfully, I was so wet, easing his way.

“Mmm, oh Jesus, tight, fuck baby, hot and wet. Aahhh, your pussy -- oh Jesus, so good baby - so good.” With a long, slow glide he pulled out and thrust home again. He held still, allowing me to acclimate.

My incoherent babbling quieted when he pulled out and immediately shoved himself back inside. His pace began fast, hard and oh so deep. Several times he’d repositioned my legs to push into me at a different angle. He hit places inside me that I hadn’t even known existed. As fast as he moved, he was ever conscious of his strength and power. Even now, he made every effort to protect me from pain.