by London Hale
Her eyes fluttered as I brushed my thumb along her jaw. “Mean what?”
I took a moment to study her. Goose bumps covered her arms, her breath came in soft pants, and the material of the beach towel did nothing to hide the hard points of her tits. Hannah was turned on, and I felt like I was ten feet tall. I leaned closer, finally giving in and letting my nose run along the length of her neck. Breathing in the scent that was pure Hannah. Sunshine and water—like a summer day.
Against her ear, I whispered, “When you said no one’s ever made you scream…”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Never?” I moved my mouth to her neck, brushing my lips along the column in featherlight strokes. “You gonna let me between those gorgeous legs to try?”
She groaned, tilting her head farther to the side, allowing me more space to kiss. “Jesus.”
“Is that a yes? All I need is a yes from you, sunshine, and then I’ll try for hours if you’ll let me.” I pulled back, needing to look in her eyes when she answered. Needing to see for myself if this was something she wanted.
She bit her lip, her chest and cheeks flushed and so fucking gorgeous. Then she met my eyes and said, “Yes, Luke.”
Jesus Christ, there was no hope for me after those two whispered words. Not with the almost desperate way she said them. I groaned, cupping her face in my hand before I covered her mouth with mine. Unable to wait another second, I slipped my tongue inside, moaning when she met me stroke for stroke. She wrapped her fingers around my forearm, clutching me to her. She tasted like heaven and hell all rolled into one—the most beautiful, forbidden temptation, and I was tired of denying myself.
With my mouth on hers, I pushed her back to recline against the arm of the couch and settled between her legs, pressing my aching cock against her. “Jesus, Hannah. You feel how hard you make me?”
She bucked against me. “Yes.”
I kissed my way down her body, brushing my lips across her collarbones before dipping to where she’d tucked the towel against her chest. Taking the material between my teeth, I glanced up at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her to stop me. Waiting for her to do anything to keep me from pulling that material away and finally exposing her to me completely. When she dipped her chin in acknowledgment, I couldn’t stop the groan that rumbled in my chest. Couldn’t even pause as I tugged the material with my teeth, already brushing the towel aside with my hands to uncover my present underneath.
And holy fucking shit, if it were possible, Hannah Fedele was even more stunning than my fantasies had given her credit for. The softest, subtlest curves in the tiniest package I’d ever seen. Just as she moved an arm toward her breasts, I dipped down, sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth, deep enough to make her groan as her hands changed course and flew to my hair.
Pulling away, I blew on the tip, looking up at her. “Don’t you dare cover yourself up from me. I’ve waited twelve fucking years for this. If we had more time, I’d spend an hour just staring. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
With wide eyes, she looked at me, mouth parted. Amazed. She looked amazed, like she’d never heard the words before. “Come here. Let me kiss you again.”
“More of that later. Right now, I’m on a mission.” I slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of her, gripping her by the ass to tug her toward the edge of the cushion. I wanted to press kisses to every inch of her body, wanted to lick her up one side and down the other. But right then, I couldn’t think of anything but having her pussy against my tongue. My mouth actually watered at the thought, needing so desperately to taste her.
But Hannah was shy, if the way she tipped her knees in was any indication. She still wanted it—that much was clear by the subtle rolling of her hips—but something held her back. So rather than dive in face first like I wanted, I ran a finger from her clavicle, down between her breasts, around her belly button. Then I shifted direction, going down the seam of her thighs, so close to her pussy, but not quite close enough.
With each pass, Hannah inched her legs open a little more as if seeking my fingers, until finally, she was spread completely. She was wet as hell, the inside of her thighs glistening with her arousal, and her little clit peeked out at me, just begging for my tongue. She tossed her head to the side, lip tight between her teeth as she tried to contain her moans. It was no use, though. They filled the space around us, loud enough to be heard over the roaring of the storm outside. Oh yeah. I was going to make her scream, all right.
“You want this, don’t you?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. So close to where I wanted to be. “Want me to finally make you come? Make you scream?”
“God, yes, Luke. Please.”
“Are you going to let me?”
“Let you—”
I licked a line straight up the length of her slit, sucking her clit between my lips. I groaned against her at the same time a gasp fell from her mouth.
“Oh, Luke, don’t—” She broke off on a moan as I flicked against her with my tongue.
Pulling back, I replaced my mouth with my fingers, rubbing tight circles around her clit. “Christ, you taste even better than I thought you would.”
I dove back in, fixing my mouth to her, positively devouring her. She held my head in her hands the whole time, as if she couldn’t decide if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. And when she started chanting my name in a breathy, desperate way, it was too much. I tugged the towel from my hips, letting it pool on the floor as I gripped my cock with one hand. With my other, I slid two fingers into her pussy, groaning at how tight she was. I fucked her at the same pace I used on the fist wrapped around my erection, wishing with everything that it was my cock instead of my fingers deep inside her. She had me so worked up, I was about thirty seconds from blowing my load all over my hand. I needed her to come, and I needed it right fucking then.
I worked a third finger into her at the same time I gripped the base of my cock, attempting to stave off my orgasm. Through gritted teeth, I said, “Come on, sunshine. Come on my tongue. Let me taste it.”
“Oh God, Luke. Luke.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, fluttering my tongue against it until she did exactly as I promised her and came with a scream. Her body bowed off the couch, her fingers tightening in my hair as she rolled her hips against me. I lightened my tongue to bring her down, even as I quickened the strokes against my cock until I was right on the edge, as desperate to come as she’d been.
When she finally relaxed her grip on my head, her entire body going boneless, I pulled back and rose on my knees as my balls pulled tight, the orgasm roaring through me like a freight train. With her name a groaned exhalation, I came against her stomach, rope after rope painting her flawless skin.
As the last wave shuddered through me, I glanced up, taking in her dropped mouth, her wide eyes, and silently cursed myself. What was I thinking, shooting my come all over her? Jesus Christ. “Sorry,” I said with a shake of my head. “I shouldn’t have done that, but licking your pussy got me too worked up.”
She blinked at me, staring openmouthed. “You…you liked doing that?”
I huffed out a laugh even as I used my discarded towel to wipe the evidence of exactly how much I liked it from her stomach. “I fucking loved it.” Once we were both cleaned up, I tossed the towel to the side and braced myself over her, brushing my lips against hers. “And I can’t wait to do it again.”
Again. He wanted to do that again. I wasn’t the most experienced girl in the world—my only sexual experiences had sadly been with Barry—but that couldn’t be normal. Barry had always complained about how long it took me to orgasm, about the taste and the…oh God, the smell. He would only do that if I’d showered first, and even then, he’d never been patient enough to make me come. I’d apparently been missing out. Luke had gotten worked up enough to need to jack off afterward, had enjoyed doing something to me so much that he came all over my stomach. My God was that hot.
Luk
e was still staring at me, still leaning in close. Still so gloriously naked. I had no idea where to look—those stunning blue eyes, as bright as the sky on a summer day, all the ink decorating his body, his soft, puffy lips, shining in the light with evidence of what he’d just done to me. Every inch of him intrigued me, aroused me. I wanted more. I wanted to run my palms over his body, wanted to stroke his cock and watch it harden in my hands because of what I was doing to him. I wanted so much.
“What’s up, sunshine?” he asked, running a finger down the side of my face. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
Fear of being told no, of being rejected by him even after he’d gone down on me with such passion, turned my blood cold. What we were doing—what was happening between us—was a betrayal to someone he saw as family. I was okay with my part in that—if Barry never forgave me, I’d deal with the fallout. We hadn’t been healthy together in years, and I’d finally come to terms with the fact that all contact needed to end. But Luke? Barry was practically his brother. They were family. And I…
I was going to destroy that.
“What are we—”
“Luke or Hannah.” A staticky voice that sounded like Aaron burst into the room, making me jump and tug my discarded towel around myself. “You two okay?”
Luke rubbed my knee before stretching to grab a walkie-talkie device, smiling as he brought it to his lips. “We’re good. Jet Ski secure, furniture saved, and door closed again. Just waiting out the lightning.”
“I think it’s passed,” Aaron said. “I can see the boathouse again from the porch. Why don’t you two come on back? I’ll have hot coffee and blankets waiting.”
“Will do.” Luke set down the device, still watching me. “Time to go back to reality. But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
“We can’t…” I took a deep breath, reaching for him. “The others can’t know. Not yet.”
He sighed but didn’t argue, brushing his fingers over my cheek instead. “Whatever you need.”
“We just need to be subtle.”
“Then we’ll be subtle.” He placed the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips, sending shivers up my spine in the process. “Much as I hate to cover you up, I’ll go grab our clothes.”
I sagged as he walked to the laundry room. Reality meant dealing with Barry and the fallout when he discovered what Luke and I had done. Because he would find out eventually, even though this was probably just something for the weekend. A distraction from real life.
That thought made my stomach drop, but there was no denying it. According to Barry, Luke wasn’t exactly known for his relationship stamina, and I lived two hours off the island.
We had no future together, but we had chemistry. And I was willing to take what I could get of him. For once, I was going to be the selfish one.
Luke did not understand the meaning of the word subtle. After our private adventure in the boat house, we’d come back to join the rest of the group, an unspoken sort of understanding between us that we couldn’t do anything like that again. Unspoken and not agreed on, apparently. He wouldn’t stop staring at me. And not just any stare, that stare. The same look he’d given me when we’d been alone. And naked. And he’d dropped down between my legs.
God, just thinking about that look had me growing so hot and wet for him. Seeing it? Feeling the intensity of that look on his face? I was about to combust right there in Aaron and Jessica’s kitchen.
“How about pizza for lunch?” Jessica asked from her side of the kitchen island. “I’ve got all the stuff to make homemade ones.”
“So long as Hannah makes her own,” Barry said. “She puts gross stuff on it.”
“Pineapple is not gross,” I said, rolling my eyes when Jessica looked my way.
“We can do individual crusts,” she said, shooting me a wink. “And I’ve got a can of crushed pineapple we can use for toppings.”
“Sounds good, babe,” Aaron said as I mouthed a silent thank you to her. “Want some help?”
“Banana can help,” Barry said right before he threw an arm around my shoulders and tugged me into his side. “She loves doing all that domestic shit.”
Whether the burn in my chest was humiliation or fury, I could no longer tell. I shoved Barry off me. “Quit calling me Banana. But yes, Jessica. I’d love to help.”
She glared at Barry before giving me a sympathetic smile. “I’ve got the dough in the basement freezer. Do you mind grabbing a few while I collect the rest of the ingredients?”
“No problem.”
“See?” Barry said with a laugh. “Let the womenfolk do the cooking. Where’s your biggest TV, Aaron? I think there’s a race on.”
If Jessica’s glare was any indication, Barry should probably watch his back. She was definitely in the Barry-is-an-asshole camp.
I headed down the stairs, happy to be away from Barry’s jackassery. Thrilled, really. He was ruining my post-Luke-between-my-thighs buzz. I needed to deal with his assumptions that we were still somehow together, and I needed to do it soon. I hated every time he said the nickname he’d refused to let me grow out of, and I didn’t want his hands on me. We were going to have to have a conversation, one I’d have to initiate. Dammit.
The room with the freezer was shadowy, the only light coming from a small window at the back. I ran my hand all over the wall by the door, but I couldn’t find the light switch. It wasn’t too dark to see, so I headed right for the upright freezer. There had to be a light inside of it—Aaron didn’t seem the type to skimp on bells and whistles. But before I could open the door, someone grabbed me from behind.
“What—”
Luke’s mouth meeting mine cut off my yelp. He gave me no reason to be scared, no time to think about how wrong this whole thing was. He grabbed me, took my mouth with his, and made me melt. He was such a good kisser—strong and forceful but not demanding. Rough but not painful. All his need was evidenced in his kiss. All his desire. For me.
The man made my knees weak with how much he seemed to want me.
“I hate to see him touch you,” he said as he moved those sexy lips down to trail along my neck.
I gripped his shoulders, holding myself to him. “I hate it, too. I don’t want his hands on me.”
“No?” Luke grabbed my ass and pulled me right off the ground, spreading my legs around his hips as he pressed me against the freezer. “What do you want?”
I couldn’t even fake my answer, couldn’t pause for a second before blurting out, “You.”
His smile was immediate, though his lips settled into a more serious line before I could even enjoy it. “I’m not going to share, sunshine. If you want me, you get me—all of me. But the same goes for you. No more Barry. No more sleeping in his room.” He kissed my collarbone and gripped my ass harder. “If you’re serious, you come to mine.”
There was no way I could resist him. “Okay.”
One dry hump in the basement that only added to the tension between Luke and me, five bites of the pizza Jessica had made, and two hours of watching cars drive in a circle was enough for me. Luke had disappeared upstairs, claiming he needed a nap. Aaron and Jessica were watching the race in the family room, and Barry…
Barry was getting a clue.
“Hannah, you can’t be serious.”
“I am.” I crossed my arms and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “We’re through. And not the back-and-forth through we were doing last year. We’re done. Permanently.”
“Right,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And what are you going to do when you crack the next time because your job is so hard?”
God, I hated him. Hated that he threw my weaknesses at me every time I tried to put space between us. “I’ll get a cat.”
He nodded, still looking as if he didn’t believe me. “Okay, fine. You want this over? It’s over. I’m perfectly capable of finding another way to get my dick wet. You can enjoy rubbing your pussy all alone.” He slammed his glass down, the only real sign of h
ow pissed I’d just made him. “Have fun sleeping on the couch in the basement, and don’t you dare take anything from my room that isn’t yours.”
I took a deep breath once he left the room, unsure if I was more afraid or excited. While Barry and I hadn’t been together as a couple in a long time, I still felt guilty because of Luke. The conversation of us being done for good had needed to happen. Hell, if I was being honest with myself, it had needed to happen years ago.
But he was right about the work thing—I tended to call him when I was worn out. When my emotions were raw and I just needed someone to hold me. To help me put myself back together. That was how we’d always ended up in bed together again—my job skinned me alive, and the only cure for me was physical contact with someone. Affection. Intimacy. Something to make me forget the death and the pain. I needed to be stronger, to learn to cope on my own. I couldn’t fall into that trap again.
Without thinking about it, without intentionally making the decision to go to Luke, I headed up the stairs. Barry’s door sat open, but Luke’s was closed. It didn’t matter. I knew he was in there, that he was waiting for me.
I was tired of waiting.
My knuckles hit the panel of wood once before it swung inward, and Luke was on me. He yanked me inside, wrapping me in his strong arms and holding me to his chest. And for the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for.
“What took you so long?” he asked, breathing into my neck as if he needed my scent to survive. “I thought you might’ve changed your mind.”
I pressed myself into his arms and shook my head, not wanting words. Not wanting anything but him and me and bare skin. I could tell he wanted the same simply by the way he pressed his hardening cock into my hip. There was no hiding that growing desire. No ignoring it either.
I pushed away from him, loving how he let me go, how he let me make the decision of what was next without a fight. I hated the confusion on his face, though. I wasn’t rejecting him. Not even close. He needed to know that.