The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (399 page)

“Been in any bar fights lately? You gotta keep that one on a leash.” He pointed over his shoulder at what I assumed was Jade in the front of the house.

“Luke,” I breathed barely above a whisper. I shook my head to calm myself and pull it together. There were so many things I planned on saying to him that had run through my head a thousand times in the past few months, but now that he was standing in front of me, my mind was completely blank. I felt a surge of hope that he was here for more than just a job.

I stood up and walked around my desk still in my business skirt, a black pencil skirt that I had kept from college interviews and a button up blouse. I didn’t look like my usual self, but Luke wouldn’t know that anymore.

“It was you at the bar the other night? Why didn’t you say something?”

He ran his fingers through his dark hair. “I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t expect to see you there. I mean you are a businesswoman now! I knew you had it in you.”

I stood in front of my desk and leaned back on it attempting to appear casual but his proximity was killing me. How could he look so good after all that had happened between us? And how could he act like any of it didn’t matter?

He took his hat off and sat it on box next to an overstuffed chair where he gingerly sat down still trying to appear calm. It still had the plastic on from the store, and made a noise under his weight.

“So how do you want to do this interview Cheyenne? I don’t really have a resume, but you know my skill set and you know I’m good for the work. I always wanted to be a trainer.”

I nodded chewing on my lower lip, he was going to ignore the elephant in the room after all. “Well the job is available. But I’ll be looking at multiple candidates, maybe I’ll give you a call next week.”

I quickly turned around and walked towards my window behind my desk hoping that he wouldn’t see the fear in my eyes. I hardly knew how to interact with him anymore, a man I once loved more than anything. I was willing to completely leave my life to be with him and he left me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work out and I was obviously still bitter about it.

I continued to stare out the window hoping he would just get up and leave but instead I heard the chair that he was sitting in start to rock. I turned around intending to scold him for marking the floors but when I did I could only just look on. Luke was looking at me like a wounded puppy, like I had done something truly horrible to offend him and I suddenly got it. He was here for more than a job, much more than a job.

Before I could rage on him for leaving me he stood up and crossed the room. “You look good Cheyenne,” he said as he got close to me. “You always look so damn good.”

I could feel his breath on my face, it was drawing me in to him, to his lips. I knew that they were soft under the initial roughness, just like him. I felt those lips once not only on my own but on my skin, covering every inch of me like a warm blanket and freezing winter’s night. That’s how our relationship began, and I yearned for it now.

“Luke I...”

But he didn’t wait to hear what I had to say, instead he wrapped his rough hands around my face and pulled me onto his lips. It was slow and sensual and something I had been craving for months. My knees trembled under my weight and I leaned back against molding of the bay window. Without even thinking about it I pulled myself up and sat on the windowsill grabbing him by his collar of his shirt and pulling him into me. He completely understood my motives and quickly ran his hand through my hair continuing to hold me close to him, nibbling slowly on my lower lip.

He moved his lips down my chin and over my neck slowly suckling on my flesh. When he let go to breathe he whispered in my ear, “Cheyenne, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, leaving you was the worst decision of my life.”

I shook my head back and forth, “Don’t talk. We have time for that later.”

He nodded against my head and moved his hands down the curves of my body until he reached the bottom of my pencil skirt. His hand lingered on my leg for a moment and while I hoped my nerves would settle my heart beat only increased. His fingers subtly searched up my skirt and found my black lace underwear. He slowly pulled them down dangerously teasing me which only made me want him more. I looked over his shoulder noticed that the door was open to my office but I didn’t care, Jade wouldn’t disturb us. It was just me and Luke, like I had waited for so many months. He pulled my underwear down my legs caressing the soft skin with his fingertips. When he reached my heeled feet I expected him to take off my shoes but instead he left them on. He stared at me for a moment his hungry gray eyes making my pussy tingle and setting my skin on fire. I was so ready, I could feel the juices flowing from between my legs. I wanted him, all of him. I stood up and unbuckled his belt pulling the leather from his pants. I put it behind me on the windowsill, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Once his jeans fell to the ground I knew how much he had missed me. His cock was bulging from beneath his boxers and I drove my finger along the top of them so that he could feel his own torture. I waited on the edge with him for a moment. I was living completely in the moment with him. Dying a little from the pain, while reveling in the pleasure.

When I yanked down his boxers and wrapped my hands around his pulsating cock he threw his head back in ecstasy, but only for a moment. Then he was on me again, like fire. He lifted me up under the arms and pulled my skirt up as fast as he could. He took the belt from behind me and latched my hands together above my head over the curtain rod left by the previous owners. It only took him seconds but suddenly he had complete control over me. My ass landed on the hardwood but just an inch or so away from the edge so that he would have clear entry. I was trapped, and loving it. He pulled my hips and waist to the very end of the windowsill and looked at me again with a devilish grin on his face. “Did you miss me?”

“You know I did.”

He leaned forward whispering onto my lips, “Then show me.”

Suddenly he angled his hips up and allowed his cock to enter me. He used his hands to lift my ass up just a little bit from the windowsill so that he remained completely in control. I held onto the leather of the belt feeling like it would brand my skin with our sin and knowing that I wouldn’t want it any other way. He rocked my hips back and forth with his hands being able to move me so magnificently with such ease. My resilient cowboy. He had come back after all this time. He had saved me in the bar. He was everything to me again.

He rocked our bodies back and forth, carrying all my weight in his arms.

“Tell me you wanted me, that you thought of me.”

“I thought of you every day! Damn’t Luke. Fuck me.”

It was all he needed to hear. He pushed into my core filling me with his juices. I cried out as he hit my g-spot again and again. Luke release me from my hold and I crumpled down on top of him. He held me close while all the emotions that had been building up inside of me came crashing out. His fingers gently moved through my hair and his other arm supported my back. I cradled into him, never wanting to let go.

After a few minutes he stepped back and pulled up his pants.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” I said wiping my tears. He smiled as he wiped a single tear from my cheek.

Slowly he wrapped his belt around him. Shaking his head he looked down at the buckle to complete the task, “Cheyenne how do you get me in so much trouble?”

I made a face, “Me? You were the one who showed up here today. After months! Six fucking months Luke! What the hell have you been doing?
Who
have you been doing?”

He stepped back with his hands up as if to say he was going to surrender, “Now just wait a second here... Who’s to say I was with anyone? Not to mention I figured your new husband Collin would be hanging around here helping you pick out staff.”

I scowled at him, “You know that’s not true. You know how things ended between us. I haven’t even talked to him in months. He moved to Florida for God sakes! And I know he met some pretty little thing down there and is living happily ever after, while I’m stuck here waiting for you to show up.”

I hopped off the windowsill and brushed past him.

“What?”

I turned on him anger now fueling my attack. “You heard me. I couldn’t leave this place without knowing if you were ever going to come back or not. I couldn’t risk it.”

“Risk what?”

“My heart.” I shook my head sadly, “Luke when you left you took my heart with you, it’s taken me this whole time to get it back. But when you walked into the bar the other night I realized that a piece of it is still missing. It’s not fair that you have control over me like that. But then you don’t want to do anything with that.”

He looked at me dumbfounded. “When did I ever say I didn’t want anything to do with your heart? Didn’t I just come in here and apologize? Tell you how wrong I was?”

I threw my hands up in the air, “Then why did you leave?” I knew that my eyes were pleading for answers. I had gone over the situation a thousand times in my head. The note had been ruined by my tears but I still kept it. We had a plan, and it fell apart the second he walked out the door.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair and when he looked back up at me I realized that there were a few new wrinkles near his eyes that hadn’t been there last winter. Maybe he had felt some of the pain that I had endured during our time apart. He sighed, “I don’t know Cheyenne. I didn’t feel like I was good enough. Like maybe your father was right. I didn’t know if it would ever work out between us. It didn’t seem possible, to find love like this. It’s for movies! Not real life.”

“Then why the hell are you back?”

“Because I missed you damn’t! Because every night I went to sleep wondering what you were dreaming of. Because every day when I woke up I was desperate to see you lying in the bed next to me. Because I want to share my life with you and because I was an idiot!”

I was speechless. All those moments I had wondered what he had done with his life to make mine so miserable when I had done the same to him. He genuinely missed me. For a moment I thought that our realization that we loved each other would be enough to survive.

I spoke softly, “So what do you want to do Luke? How do we go from here?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I think we try. You have a nice place here, but it’s a little big. Maybe you should get a roommate.”

I laughed, “A roommate eh? I already have one, you know. Jade is pretty great.”

He frowned, “You two need a man around the house.”

“Oh really, well I mean I can only think of a couple guys that I know. There is one that bought me a bunch of drinks at the bar the other night...” I tried to finish my joke but Luke’s lips were already on mine stunning me into silence.

“I don’t want to hear about your other guys,” he growled.

“Done. And I don’t want to know anything about your escapades while you were away. Agreed?”

He nodded. “I missed everything about you.” He tangled his fingers in my hair wrapping a strand around his pointer finger.

“That makes two of us.”

We stood for a moment in silence our foreheads touching, just enjoying happiness of being together again. We pulled apart at the same time and he started walking out the door. My misery returned in an instant. “Where are you going?”

He turned around with his hand on the door frame, “Well if I’m going to live here I better get my stuff.”

I smiled allowing my fears to fall away. “Still have that old knapsack?”

He laughed, “Of course. Every time I look at it I think about our time in the cabin, and how it changed my life.” He paused, “How you changed my life.”

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is lips brushed against my collarbone and I inhaled the sweet smell of his shampoo. Blake always smelled amazing, and he always felt like home. His mouth continued to move down over my skin, his lips barely touching the flesh of my breasts. I knew I wasn't supposed to be here—I was supposed to be at home. I promised my mother that the minute I got back in town from school I would go straight to their house, but I didn't. I was a rebel; Blake made me that way. I dragged my fingers back and forth along the satiny sheets and reveled in his touch. His lips trailed down my skin and he left sweet kisses along my stomach. As he reached my underwear he slowly tugged them down, watching me hungrily with his dark blue eyes. He was waiting for a reaction, but I wouldn't give him one yet. I lay naked against the white sheets, my tanned body positioned so that that he knew he could have all of me. I was exposed.

“You should come back from school more often.” He murmured into the flesh of my upper thigh.

“Well if you treated me like this every time I came home...” I countered sarcastically.

He smiled as he moved back up over my body, placing a hand on either side of me; like he owned me. There was no escape from Blake Finnegan.

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