Luke tightened his hands even more, pulling my mouth away before letting go of my hair and hauling me up into his arms. He kissed me hungrily, running his hands over my body. Nipping at my lip, he pressed me down into the mattress, covering my body with his, his thighs pushing between mine. He kissed down my throat to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking and alternately flicking his tongue rapidly against the hardened nub, and as I arched into his mouth, he dragged his lips across my skin to take my other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently with his teeth.

Luke slid his hand down between our bodies, spearing his fingers into my hot wetness, circling the hardened bud of my clit before sliding deep into me. Letting out a moan, I rode his fingers as he thrust them into me over and over, the wave building and building, and just before it crested, he moved his hand.

“No! Luke, please…” I moaned, hanging by a thread of sanity, gripping his wrist tightly with my hand and trying to push it back down between my thighs. He wrenched his arm away and sat up, and I realized what he was doing.

Luke reached down into his jeans, grabbed a condom, and sheathed himself quickly before coming back over me, using his knees to spread me wide. He stroked himself through my slickness before pausing at my entrance and then (Yes!) finally thrusting home, stretching and filling me completely.

I drew my knees up, locking my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back and fell headlong into the pounding rhythm of his hips and the slap of his skin against mine. I felt the wave cresting, rushing over me, pulling me under, as I chanted Luke’s name and then felt him follow, slamming himself into me one last time before he let go, holding me tight and groaning with his release.

After a moment, he slid to the side of me and I convulsively tightened my inner muscles, reluctant to lose the hot hardness of him inside me. He gasped and shuddered, which set off a small aftershock that had me moaning again, before pulling out and walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I got up, intending to pull my clothes back on, but Luke came back in the room, gathered me up in his arms, and snuggled us both into my bed. Pulling the covers up around us, he settled me on my side, his arm under my head and curved around my back, my front pressed up against his side, and my leg cocked up over his thigh.

Sleepily, I muttered, “You said you were going to eat me ‘til I screamed. You liar.”

Luke chuckled in my ear before whispering, “Just you wait, sugar.”

I smiled and snuggled deeper into him. I must have dozed off at some point, but awoke on a moan when Luke slid inside me, kissing me deeply as he thrust against me. He made love to me tenderly at first, stoking the flames of desire rolling over me, until we both lost control, our bodies coming together fast and hard until we spent, clinging tightly to each other. Luke got up, took care of the condom, and then, crawling back into bed beside me, he wrapped himself around me and we both fell into sated sleep.

Chapter 6

I woke up Saturday morning to Luke stroking my hair back from my face. I stretched languidly, smiling sleepily at him until it hit me that sunshine was blazing through my window (I was a little preoccupied last night and didn’t get the curtains shut) and I. Was. Naked. Eek! I jackknifed up in the bed, scrambling to drag the comforter up to cover myself.

Luke grinned, shook his head at me, leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Morning, sugar. Sleep well?” He winked at me and his grin turned sly.

Luke had woken me up twice more in the night to make love and I was finding it hard not to flush red from head to toe at the memories of things he’d done to me and I’d done to him. And yes, he did finally eat me until I screamed. And screamed. Lord, the things that man can do with his mouth…

I smiled shyly up at him as he leaned down to kiss me again. I noticed that he was fully dressed in his clothes from last night.

“I gotta go to work, babe. Its my morning to open the shop, and since Brandon was going out last night, he’s probably still drunk off his ass.”

“Okay. I’ve got to go to my sister’s house anyway. And then track down my brother, because I still owe him an ass kicking,” I said.

“How many brothers and sisters do you have?” Luke asked.

“Two sisters, one brother. Jenna’s the oldest, she’s 33, then there’s me, I’m 29, then Calland, who you had the unfortunate experience of meeting the other night, he’s 27, and Leah, the drunk ass, she’s 25. So, what about you? Brothers, sisters? Other than Brandon, I mean.”

“Just Brandon. He’s 30. I’m two years older than him,” Luke replied. His tone was a little short. He stood up and I got the impression that he wasn’t going to say anything else on that subject.

O-k-a-y…? We’ll leave that for another time, I guess.

I struggled up off the bed, wrapping the comforter around me and pulling it with me as I started to walk out of the room, intending to walk Luke to the door. I heard a snort behind me and turned, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

“I’ve seen you naked, Emma. We fucked four times last night and I ate you until you screamed. You don’t have to be modest, sugar. Trust me, I liked what I saw, and I still like it now.” He smiled at me.

I blushed and shrugged, walking away from him towards the front door. He followed, kissing me deeply before winking and walking out the door. I shut it behind him, leaning back against it and shaking my head. I heard my phone ringing somewhere and went to find it.

I found it on the kitchen counter and noted that I had sixteen missed calls. One from my mom asking me to come to breakfast on Sunday, three from Jenna asking where the hell I was, and twelve from Allie, all asking if I’d “gotten it in” yet. (Where does she get this shit?)

Shaking my head, I quickly called my mom back to let her know I would be there, called Jenna to tell her I was on my way, and decided to let Allie stew a little longer. I took a record shower, threw on some clothes, and headed out the door to my sister’s.

I pulled up at Jenna’s house (in the driveway this time) and let myself in. I immediately wanted to turn around and let myself out, but the screams of “Aun’Emmy! Aun’Emmy!” stopped me in my tracks. Sighing, I turned around to field the sticky ball of energy bearing down on me like a freight train.

“Whoa, there, Hayden! What have you been doing, child?” I asked her.

“Mommy made me pamcakes (how cute is she?) wif’ syrup!” She giggled gleefully.

“Hayden, get your sticky little behind back in here, right now, young lady!” Jenna yelled from the kitchen.

I looked at Hayden, made a face, and we both took off for the kitchen.

“Holy shi-oot, Jenna! Did you blow the place up?” I asked her, taking in the state of the kitchen.

“Very funny, Emma,” Jenna replied drolly. “We made pancakes for breakfast and Hayden, God love her little face, decided that it would be more fun to splatter the batter than to cook it. That, and she wanted to wear the syrup more than eat it. I mean, how messy can a four year old get? Jarrod wasn’t that messy and he’s a boy!” she exclaimed.

“Where is Jarrod? And Noah?” I asked.

“Noah is in the garage organizing his screws or some manly shit like that, and I sent Jarrod up to get a shower to get the batter and syrup out of his hair. Don’t ask me how that happened, I turned my back for five seconds to wipe batter off the cat and when I was done, Jarrod was looking at me like, what the hell?” Jenna sighed.