Maybe it was stress from today. Maybe it was all the pent-up lust she’d carried around for Luke since she was fifteen. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that the fire he’d started in her body was out of control and she needed him—craved him—to do something about it.
A sexy, deep groan rumbled from his throat. That was it. No more good girl. She stepped into him. Pressing one finger between his pecs, she placed a teasing kiss on his perfect lips. He’d always been so careful with her. She was just the kid next door. The awkward girl with a crush on an older boy. He didn’t know the naughty, dirty woman he made her want to be.
“I want to feel your hands all over my body while you fuck me.”
A rush of breath escaped him, his eyes going wide. “Jesus Christ.”
Emboldened by his reaction, she ran her palm over his chest. He smelled like pure golden man as she nuzzled her lips alongside his neck. His hand tightened around her breast, an erotic embrace just firm enough that she felt the pressure between her legs.
He snaked his other hand behind her and cupped her head, threading his fingers into her hair and holding on. “Do you need to de-stress, Greer?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you feel better?”
“Fuck, yes.”
His voice dropped heavy. “You want me to be your therapist?”
“My therapist…” She traced the waist of his jeans and followed the seam of his zipper. A warm bulge met her touch. A little moan escaped her, her fingers itching to find out just how big that bulge was. Every inch of her skin warmed as an insistent desire unlocked in her. There’d be no holding back and missing the chance to find out how amazing Luke could make her feel.
“You never know, Lucas. I might surprise you with my therapy skills.”
Pulling her arms above her head, he pinned her that way, all stretched out for him. Her breasts heaved as she struggled against the demanding ache between her legs.
“I should have fucked you years ago,” he growled. Dipping his head to her chest, he burned a kiss inside the V-neck of her shirt. “I never should have let you go back then. I’m not making that mistake tonight.”
Pressure started behind her eyes. If he only knew how much she’d longed for this moment. Why now, when she was an emotional mess? Maybe because she’d never needed him like this before. His lips grazed the side of her neck with the barest touch.
“I’ll give you one night, baby. Just one for both of us to feel better.”
She dug her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth back to her skin. Her mind was swimming, and while she knew what he was saying, she was too muddled to ponder it much. They shouldn’t be doing this. It was against the rules of friendship, of work. Nothing ever came from sex between friends except heartache and regret. Her heart already carried the weight of unspoken feelings accumulated over years of being his friend while secretly wanting something more.
One night? Just one, to pull him into the ache, to let him soothe her soul? There’s no way she could refuse.
“Yes, please.”
He pulled away but held her arm to steady her. “You have two seconds to change your mind.”
She gave a small boneless shake of her head. “Never.”
A faint smile crossed his lips. “Then get in the truck.” He guided her out of the hallway and back into the bar. Score was packed now, forcing them to push their way to the exit. He put some space between them, likely to avoid questions if someone they knew spotted them. This was risky for so many reasons. But she was tired of tiptoeing just outside the edges of the box she’d been living in most of her life. Risk or not, she was going to sidestep that damn box as far as she could.
She wasn’t going to worry about the reasons they shouldn’t be doing this. She wasn’t going to worry about anything, as long as this night ended up with her in Luke’s bed.
Chapter Five
Her place was closer.
Luke’s mind raced with a million reasons this wasn’t a good idea, but he ignored all of them. He was going to take Greer home and make her feel so good she’d forget what happened today and sleep like a baby in his arms. The stress and the hollow, lost expression in her eyes was more than he could handle.
If he could shield her from all the bad things this job would bring, he would. But he knew no matter what he did, he’d never be able to protect her from everything. Some of it was going to hurt and tear her up inside and, damn it, kill that beautiful light that normally followed her around.
Fuck that. Her body was going to sing under his hands until she was purring like a satisfied kitten, and then he was going to hold her until she woke up and then he’d fuck her again to make sure that happy, post-sex feeling would linger and keep her bad thoughts away as long as possible.
Her small hand lay on his thigh, her fingers methodically squeezing and releasing as her palm slid higher. She drew her fingertips along the inside of his leg, teasingly close to the erection he was trying hard to control. And then she worked her way back toward his knee, leaving his groin aching, before teasing her fingers back up again in slow torture.
The ten-minute drive from Score to her apartment was the longest of his fucking life. He started to pull up in front of her building then thought better of it and went around back. If he remembered right, Coss lived somewhere around here, and the last thing Luke needed was for him to see his truck at Greer’s place all night.
She jumped out as soon as he parked, coming around to the driver’s side with determination on her face. Curious what she was up to, he flung the door open and slid out. Her hair swung in a wave over her shoulders, the soft lamplight in the twilight giving her an angelic glow. Raking him with a greedy glance, she palmed his ribs and pushed him up against the truck. He grinned, eager anticipation spreading through him as she carefully worked his zipper down and slid her small hand inside his jeans.
Holding back a groan, he had a secondary flash of caution. Was he really going to protest the hottest woman he’d ever known working his cock? Yeah, right. They’d walk away from this satisfied, and tomorrow, life would go on as normal. They’d be friends who’d quietly been one-time-only lovers.
He gripped her face between his hands as his heart pounded like it wanted free. Her eyes were a mixture of soft and hard, and edged with a dangerous glint he’d never seen her wear before. His lips parted, and maybe he looked like he was really going to protest because she pressed a finger to his mouth and shushed him before her body gave an erotic sway and she dropped low onto her heels.
Christ, she needed to do that again. The way she’d just moved her hips, her ass jutting out before she went down like she was working a pole made his skin flush hot. Where the hell had she learned that? Seemed there was a side to his innocent friend he knew nothing about but he hoped like hell that she’d show him tonight.
Her warm fingers pulled him free of his jeans. He curved his back against the truck and clenched his eyes shut, drawing in a shaking breath as her warm, wet mouth closed over the tip of his cock. With it not quite dark yet, Luke was aware they were taking a risk. Anyone could walk by and see her on her knees.
An appreciative sound rolled from her throat, making him forget about risks and dangers and pinning him in the moment.
Her tongue swirled his tip, her lips caressing his length before she came up for air. “God, Luke, you’re perfect.”
He threaded his fingers into her hair and gripped hard as she went back for more. Crazy good sensations unfurled through his body. If she wanted to play dirty, he was going to give it to her. He could have her up against this truck in an instant, with her ass out at him just waiting for him to ram into her.
He’d let her run this show long enough.
He pushed her gently off him. “Inside, now.”
Tucking himself back into his jeans, he guided her with one hand to the back steps and grabbed the keys she dug from her pocket. Not bothering to turn on the inside light, Luke led her inside, slammed the d
oor, and locked it. Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her hard until she was panting and her fingers dug into his shirt with a death grip.
“You want it rough and dirty? You’re going to get it.”
“Promise?”
She was breathless, and it made his heart soar. “Oh hell yeah, I promise.”
He’d been here enough over the past few months to know his way as he led her to the bedroom, stopped at the foot of the bed, and flopped her onto the mattress. She clicked on a bedside lamp and then lay there, washed in the soft golden glow, watching him.
“Take off your jeans,” he commanded.
With a deft flick of her finger and thumb, she popped the button and released the zipper, then worked the jeans down to reveal the smoothness of her belly and the tiniest of pink lacy panties hugging her hips. Kicking the pants free, she sat halfway up and ran her hands over her breasts. Fuck. He straddled her and reached around to unfasten her bra, taking his time, as if unwrapping a long-awaited gift.
Greer moved to help him, but he pushed her hands aside. He’d been dreaming about her tits for years, and he wanted to savor this himself. He slid the straps down her arms, then the cups, carefully moving them away from those beautiful mounds until they were free. Her tight dusky peaks practically begged for his lips as he cupped her breasts in his hands.
He pushed her back against the pillows. “What was that dirty shit you were watching when I came over this morning?”
Without waiting for her response, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped and arched up.
“That was nothing compared to what I watch when I’m alone.”
“Goddamn it.” He grabbed her hands and wrenched them above her head as he peered down at her. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“Is it working?”
“Yes!” He could hardly believe this side of her, and it must have showed on his face.
“I like sex, Luke. And not the boring kind. Why is that so shocking?”
“Because you’re a good girl!”
She looped a leg around his hips, anchoring his body to hers. “Let me show you that I’m definitely not.”
“Oh, you’re going to show me, Lucky.”
He lavished her breasts with kisses, taking time to tease and suck both nipples until she squirmed beneath him. Releasing her hands, he kissed his way down her body, pausing here and there to tease some more and savor the sweet smoothness of her skin. He reached up and snagged a pillow. With his lips on her belly button, he urged her hips up and wedged the pillow beneath.
She parted her legs, and it was the hottest invitation he’d ever received. Her skin was pale and flawless and beautiful. He had the sudden urge to put a mark on that porcelain surface as a reminder that their passion would be slow to fade. Trailing his fingertips over the tops of her thighs, he dipped his head between them and placed a soft kiss. Hooking his thumbs beneath her panties, he pulled them down and kissed her bare flesh. Small, erotic sounds escaped her as he nibbled and kissed. He cupped her mound firmly in one hand before spreading her apart with a finger and delicately caressing her clit. Her sounds grew louder, more desperate, her hips jerking forward in encouragement.
Looking up at her through half-lowered lids, Luke replaced his finger with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, pressing herself to him, driving urgent lust through his body. Damn, he wanted to take this slow, but the taste of her was sweeter than he’d ever imagined.
He gave her long and short strokes, soft and hard. Her body tensed. His chest swelled with the knowledge he was making her feel this way. He wanted her to have all the pleasure she could handle, and then he’d give her more.
Swirling his tongue around her nub, he slid the tips of two fingers inside her.
“Hell, yes. Deeper, to the left.”
She knew exactly where she wanted him to touch her. So hot. Gauging her reaction, he moved his fingers until she jerked with a “yes!” and started a slow back and forth rocking motion. Her body trembled as he found a rhythm, varying it until she was full-on shaking, her hands gripping the bedsheets as she arched and squirmed.
She tightened around his fingers, her flesh swelling hard beneath his tongue. Luke watched as she covered her mouth, her eyes closing in an expression of pure ecstasy. His cock swelled painfully, begging to come out and play, but he didn’t want any of this over too soon. She’d come, hell yes. Just not yet.
“You’re so hot, Greer. I want you to see just how hot you are.”
He pulled away from her, grinning at her gasp of protest. Kissing his way down her leg, he slid off the bed and closed the mirrored bifold doors on her closet. They were positioned across from the bed, giving them plenty of opportunity to watch the action.
Gently, he took her by the ankles and slid her down, aligning her with the widest part of the mirrors.
“You’re going to watch while I fuck you. I want you to watch yourself come.”
She glanced in the mirror, smiled slow as her fingers curled into the sheets. He began to undress, noticing how her gaze was riveted to him in the glass. There was so much heat and lust on her beautiful face that he almost couldn’t see the side of her that he knew so well. Right now, she could be as naughty as she wanted.
“I like that idea,” she said.
Digging a condom from his wallet, he tossed it on the bed and joined her. She reached for him and parted her legs, welcoming him as he moved between them and hitched her knees up.
He grabbed the condom off the bed and slid it on.
“Do you like this idea, too?” Guiding himself, he placed his tip against her pussy, parting her so her heat enveloped him.
She tried to speak, but only a rush of breath came out. Grabbing her hips, he slid into her.
She was soaked and tight, and he forced himself to enjoy each inch until he was fully inside. She bucked beneath him, her head going back as he withdrew and pushed in again.
“Look in the mirror,” he said hoarsely.
Her eyes opened, her head lolling to the side so she could watch. Luke’s balls tightened to see her reflection watching him as he drove into her. She lifted her hips and cried out. Grabbing the pillow, he replaced it beneath her hips and moved up a little higher so his cock rubbed against her clit with each thrust.
She looked entranced as if she couldn’t look away.
“It’s hot, isn’t it? You like to watch yourself getting fucked, don’t you?”
She tightened around his shaft, her hips jerking. Ah, so his little sex cat liked dirty talk, too. Sweat dampened his forehead as his body wound tight with the slow build of release. Not yet. Her breathing was wild and erratic, her breasts bouncing with the effort.
“Yes, yes!” She mouthed the word and gripped his wrist with one hand. Clamping her thighs around him, her nails dug crescents into his back as she arched into him and came so hard her inner muscles pushed against his dick. The spasms threw him over.
Fuck, he couldn’t hold back. With a cry, he rode out his own release as her lips found his. He breathed into her, their lips barely touching as pleasure boiled over him. She turned into him, her head tipping against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
Her skin was hot and slick with sweat. Tendrils of her hair clung to her cheek and tickled his face. But it was perfect.
Terrifying.
His body buzzed with energy and the last licks of pleasure that were slow to fade. Her hand slid into his, her fingers going tight around his knuckles as they lay there, breathing in tandem. Minutes faded into timelessness, his body going slack but his heart aching, filling. Turning his head, he smiled to see her features soft in sleep. He whispered a silent prayer that she’d sleep fast and deep. That all the monsters and nightmares would stay away.
That she wouldn’t wake when he quietly slipped away instead of holding her all night like he’d intended. Whatever this aching was in his chest, it demanded a change of plans.
He couldn’t sleep with her in h
is arms all night and possibly be the same man tomorrow.
Chapter Six
Greer looked down at herself to make sure her uniform shirt was tucked in. No matter how many times she’d ensured her uniform was perfect, she couldn’t stop fidgeting with it.
First her belt had felt wrong. And then her boots weren’t tied right. One sock kept falling and bunching around her toes. Ridiculous. She wasn’t nervous. So why wouldn’t the slight tremors in her body stop, or the clenching in her gut cease? She didn’t have a lot of experience with one-night stands, and certainly not forbidden ones with her best friend. She might as well be wearing a neon sign that said she’d had sex with Luke, because she was certain it was written all over her face.
She was early to her meeting with Fire Chief Jeffers and Jim Cane, the ambulance director. They were supposed to be discussing the end of her orientation and her new shift assignment—a topic she and Luke hadn’t gotten to yesterday. They’d throw in a side of yesterday’s accident, too, which she’d be happy to never discuss. Why had she never noticed how uncomfortable the chairs in the chief’s office were?
She pressed a hand to her forehead. Maybe she was getting sick. But no, the achy feeling in her legs and lower back, especially her thighs, was from the marathon sex. The hot, pounding, grinding, make-her-watch sex.
The sex had been fan-fucking-tastic. Her face went tingly at the memory of Luke’s thick cock slipping inside of her, how her body had moved to accommodate him. How he’d hit every sweet place inside her until she’d exploded with the biggest orgasm of her life. All those years of fantasizing about him, and it had been so much more than she’d been capable of imagining.
Except in her fantasies, he stayed and she snuggled up against him, wrapped in each other’s arms. In reality, she’d woken to an empty bed with the covers perfectly pulled over her and no visible reminder that he’d been there at all.
But her body knew. And so did her heart.
Clearing her throat, Greer pushed it all down. The emotions, the memories of last night—all of it. He had offered one night, and she’d taken it. The distraction had worked, because she’d slept like a baby without nightmares of the accident to wreck her dreams. She thought she might be better this morning, until she’d tried to make coffee before her shower and realized she still had dust in her hair. The smell of debris and fractured metal had come back to her full force, bringing with it flashes of a man trapped inside. And the angst was back, just like that.
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