Luke (Bad Boys of WildeSide Book 3)

by Laylah Roberts

  “I was only seven, so my memory isn’t the best. But Joel was ten. We both remember them arguing. He hit her, and she ran out of the house. It was dark, and there was a storm. Then a few hours later there was a knock on the door. Dad was drunk as usual, so Joel opened the door, and there was a deputy, coming to tell us she was dead.”

  I pushed my almost empty plate back and stood, walking around the table to hug him. “I’m so sorry.”

  He didn’t say anything, just drew me onto his lap and hugged me tightly. I rested my head against his firm chest. A sense of safety surrounded me.

  “How did we get onto such serious topics, hmm?” he asked, running his hand through my hair. “I was planning on keeping things light tonight. I wanted you to be relaxed and happy.”

  “I am relaxed and happy,” I told him.

  “Really? I’m not.”

  I stared up at him. “You’re not happy?” Had I done something wrong?

  “Oh, I’m happy. I’m also anything but relaxed.” He pressed me tightly against him, and I blushed as I felt his erection press against me. “I thought we’d take things slowly. I’d date you a few times.”

  “You’ll kill me,” I groaned.

  “We haven’t had that talk yet.” His hand cupped my breast. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, and the nipple hardened as he tweaked it.

  “Later,” I groaned.

  He whipped my T-shirt up over my head and threw it aside. He cupped my breast and leaned down, biting it gently.

  “Oh, God, please, Luke.” I clasped his wide shoulders, needing to hold him to keep myself steady.

  “Please what?”

  “More. More.” I knew I was practically begging. I didn’t care.

  “What do you write about, Ariana?”

  Huh? What? The change of topic caught me by surprise.

  Oh, hell. I couldn’t tell him, could I?

  “Tell me, Ari.”

  Why couldn’t he let this go and move onto more interesting things?

  “Romance.”

  “I knew that. What else?” He slid his hand inside my pants and ran one finger through my juices. I whimpered. Christ, he was going to kill me.

  “Luke!”

  “Tell me. And remember what I said about lying.” He rested his finger on my full and throbbing clit. Just a few rubs. Just a little pressure and I knew I’d come.

  “This is t-torture,” I wailed.

  “Oh, baby, this doesn’t even touch on the ways I can torture you. I can hold you at the brink for hours and hours. Until your screams become whimpers and you’ll promise me the world just to be allowed to come.”

  Allowed to come? Shit, those words sent more arousal spiraling through my system.

  Tell him.

  But I couldn’t. Only Van and Lola knew the full truth.

  “Just romance. Only romance.”

  He sighed and moved his fingers away from my pussy.

  “No,” I cried out, reaching for his hand.

  He drew his chair back then lifted me off his lap, so I stood in front of him. “You must really want that spanking, darlin’.”

  “What? No, I don’t.” But the protest sounded weak even to my ears. And my arousal had just stepped up a notch. Oh, God, I was so screwed. I’d buried d my need to be spanked and dominated, certain I’d never find a man who could satisfy it. Even if I’d found a man who enjoyed spanking, I was pretty sure I’d just feel awkward about the whole thing. But not with Luke. Luke was pure dominance.

  “If I’d known you needed a spanking, I’d have been here months ago.”

  “You were too busy chasing skinny blondes with zero personality.”

  “Touché. Now, bend over my knee.”

  I swallowed nervously, not at all certain I could do it. Luke patted his knee. “You knew this was coming. And you knew the consequences of lying.”

  “I didn’t lie.”

  “No?”

  “I do write r-romance.” Nerves filled my stomach.

  “But it’s so much more, isn’t it, darlin’? And you know I’m not going to judge so I think it should be easy to tell me. Which leads me to conclude you want this spanking. Need it. Am I wrong?”

  “I-I—” Shoot. Slow. Easy. God, did I have to stutter right then? It was embarrassing, to say the least.

  “Come here.” He drew me over his knee, as though he knew I needed him to take the lead. I wasn’t about to agree I needed a spanking. But damn, I wanted to know what it felt like. For real.

  He drew my pants down past my butt, and I clenched, blushing.

  “No panties. I like it.” He ran his hand over my ass. His palms were slightly rough, and the friction against my delicate skin had me shivering. He drew my pants complete down my legs until they pooled on the floor. Suddenly, I was completely naked, and I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable, particularly in my current position.

  Luke continued to run circles over my ass until I relaxed. Then suddenly he smacked a hand down on my right cheek. I screeched, turning my head to glare at him. “That hurt!”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the point.”

  Smack! Smack!

  I sucked in a breath as my cheeks stung. Shit. It was more painful than I’d ever imagined. Three more smacks and I was ready to call it quits. It wasn’t for me. Then he paused for a moment and rubbed my ass. Something shifted inside me. When he swatted me again, there wasn’t just pain; pleasure spread through me.

  “Spread your legs,” he murmured.

  I obeyed him without thinking. And he cupped my pussy, running a finger through my juices, making me shiver.

  “If this was a fun spanking, I’d get you off while I was smacking your ass.” He pressed a finger against my clit. “Although, it seems you’re getting plenty of enjoyment out of it.”

  I whimpered as he gave me a few more spanks. And those last few were even harder. I gasped, and tears dripped down my cheeks. He tilted me over, sitting me on his knee. I tried to move, not wanting to sit on my tender cheeks. But he held me down firmly.

  “Part of your punishment is sitting on a hot ass.”

  “God, you’re a sadist.”

  “Nah, I enjoy dishing out a spanking or paddling, but I’m not into inflicting lots of pain. I get my pleasure from the control.” He kissed me gently. “You okay?”

  “Well, you just s-smacked my butt, now you’re making me sit on my red ass, and I’m completely naked while you’re d-dressed. I’m kind of feeling out of my depth.”

  “I’d say we’re just testing how deep your desires go,” he told me. “Now, tell me what you write.”

  I had no real reason not to tell him. He was right—he’d hardly judge me. “BDSM. Spanking, bondage, and floggings. Also some d-domestic discipline.”

  He raised both brows. “Really?”

  “Yes.” Was that all he had to say?

  “And how much research do you conduct for these stories?”

  I frowned, wondering what the hell that had to do with anything. “What?”

  “How many clubs have you visited? How many Doms have you been with?”

  I sighed. “You know the j-jealousy thing’s a bit cute, but it’s also completely unwarranted. How many BDSM clubs do you know in the area? And e-even if there were some, you know I’d never work up the courage to go to any.”

  “So how do you write about it?”

  “Imagination and research from the safety of my home. T-talking to those with experience through o-online chat rooms. Videos.”

  “Jesus, I want to see those videos one day. And I’m going to be reading each and every one of your books.”

  Oh, hell.

  “But right now, I’m taking you to bed and fucking your brains out.”

  He wouldn’t get any complaints from me.

  Luke lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, staring down at me. I reached up to cover myself. I’d been naked for the last twenty minutes, but it became more obvious now that he was watchin
g me.

  “Uh-uh, don’t cover yourself up. If you need help, I can secure your arms above you.” He tilted his head, studying me. “Your eyes just lit up. Hmm, we’ll explore bondage but not this first time. Not until we’ve built a little more trust.”

  “I trust you.”

  “As your friend, not your lover. Or your Dominant.”

  I sucked in a breath.

  “Now place your hands above your head and keep them there. I want to look at you.”

  I did as ordered. “Do I get to look at you?”

  “Eventually. Although you’ll be doing much more than that.”

  “Luke?”

  “Sir.” He cupped a breast, running his thumb over my nipple.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes?”

  “There’s something I n-need to tell you.” It was so hard to concentrate with his intense gaze studying me, his fingers pinching my nipple.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I-I haven’t done this b-before,” I said nervously.

  “Submitted to someone.”

  “S-slept with someone.”

  He lifted his gaze, looking at me in surprise. I chewed on my lower lip. He reached down and pulled it free. A smile grew as he watched me. “You’re a virgin?”

  Did I have to spell it out?

  “Yes. I’m a v-virgin.”

  “Damn, that’s hot.”

  “It is?” I didn’t get it. Why would that be so attractive to a man? Surely they wanted someone who knew what they were doing as opposed to someone bumbling around.

  “It means I’m the only one who has ever touched you, will ever touch you.”

  “E-Ever?” I squeaked out.

  He narrowed his gaze. “Yes. Ever. You know I’m serious about you, right?”

  “Well, I-I guess. I mean, you sounded like you were, but I don’t know . . . does a-anything last forever?”

  He nodded, and my heart sank. “Fair enough. I can’t promise forever. No one can. But I can promise I’m going to do my best to make sure this lasts. I wouldn’t risk our friendship if I wasn’t certain about my feelings for you. I’ve chosen women over the years that I knew I’d never become deeply involved with because that wasn’t what I wanted. But you’re different. I feel alive when I’m with you.”

  “Me too.” Not that I’d a lot of experience. It had always been Luke for me.

  “You’re special, Ariana.”

  Those words were something I’d never heard before. It seemed like most of my life I’ve been a nuisance. I felt like I constantly had to apologize for the sins of my father. I’d never really come first with anyone, not even my aunt.

  “Do you know I’ve never talked about my mom with anyone,” he told me then.

  I glanced up at him. “Not Caroline?”

  He snorted. “Definitely not Caroline. She didn’t even know why I hated my father. We were using each other. She needed me, and I liked to be needed.”

  “And is that why you’re with me? Because you believe I need you?”

  “You don’t need me?”

  I thought that through carefully. “It’s not that I don’t need you. It’s that I want you to need me as well. I don’t want it to be all one-sided. I w-want to help you. I want to massage your shoulders after a hard day at work or c-cook your favorite dinner when you’re feeling down or make sure I have your favorite beer in the fridge. I don’t want to be your project or for you to see me as a burden. I may not be the most c-confident or outgoing person, and I may like to s-submit in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean I’m not strong, that I can’t take of you too.”

  “You’re certainly not shy or introverted with me.”

  “You make me feel safe.”

  “I’m glad. You don’t know what that means to me. I want to do things for you as well. To stand between you and danger. Coddle you when you’re sick and be strict when it’s necessary. Make the hard decisions. I’ll probably piss you off.”

  “No doubt.”

  “But know that you’ll always come first.”

  He hadn’t said he loved me. He’d said everything but, and it was enough. Even if he never said it, as long as I had him with me, it was enough.

  “Now, I’m about to burst if I don’t taste you. Enough talking.”

  God, yes.

  He leaned over me, kissing me deeply, taking my mouth with his until the world faded around me, and only the feel of him against me, his lips so hot against mine, existed.

  Luke

  I pulled back, looking down at the woman lying naked before me, hardly daring to believe she was there. That she was mine. How many years had I wasted playing around with other women? How did I not see that what I really wanted had been there all along? But then, I’d left as a selfish teenager and had only seen her a handful of times over the years. But we’d spoken, emailed, and messaged.

  It didn’t matter now anyway. She was mine, and she was going to stay that way. Was it love? I didn’t know. I’d never really believed in love. Ariana was everything I’d told myself I didn’t want.

  She wasn’t someone you fucked and walked away from. If I was in it, I was all in. And I was definitely in.

  I studied every inch of her. I kissed my way down her neck. When I reached her breasts, I gave them my full attention, sucking, pinching, and biting until they were bright red and she was writhing on the bed, her breath coming in harsh pants.

  “I can’t wait to clamp these.” I hadn’t brought my toys over. I wanted to be fully sure of the trust between us before I went further. For now, it was enough she’d obeyed me so prettily, that she’d accepted my discipline, not that that spanking had been too hard. I was testing her limits. Another talk we needed to have.

  But I already had an idea of what her limits would be. I knew she wouldn’t be into high levels of pain. It was obvious that being spanked and bound interested her. And if the way she’d gasped was any indication, having her nipples clamped was going to be a big turn on.

  “Do you masturbate?” I asked as I kissed my way down her stomach. I wanted to study her reactions. She trembled as I reached her mound. Her face was flushed, her breath came faster and faster.

  God, she was simply breathtaking.

  “Luke!” There was a mix of outrage and embarrassment in her voice. I loved it. So many I met at the club were jaded. Nothing much embarrassed them anymore. “You can’t ask me that.”

  “I can. And if you want to come, you’ll tell me.” I tried to keep my voice strict, but I was caught up by the sight of her glistening lips. Damn. “Bend your knees and spread your legs. I want to look at my pussy.”

  “Oh, hell, the things you say.”

  “I can say much, much worse. You still haven’t answered me.” I spread her lips apart, inhaling the scent of her. Delicious.

  “Yes. Yes, I masturbate. Happy now?”

  I smacked my hand down on the side of her ass. “Watch your tone, brat. And not as happy as I’m planning to be in the next twenty minutes. One day you’re going to masturbate while I watch.”

  “No way.”

  “Yes way.” I hid my grin against her thigh. She was so adorable. I rose so I could look at her once I had myself under control, sending her a stern look. “My way in the bedroom.”

  “Somehow I think you’ll want your way all the time.”

  “Uh, I’m sure you won’t let me get away with that, darlin’. Now spread your legs further. I’m ready to taste you.”

  I half-expected her to argue. Instead, she drew her legs apart without a word. Damn, I was going to have to stay on my toes around her. I spread her lips further apart and reaching out, flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

  “Luke!”

  “Sir,” I reminded her, although there was no steel in my voice. I liked hearing her cry my name. I gently lapped at her clit, playing with her, keeping her on edge. Soft, dark curls covered her pussy, matching the hair on her head.

  Now that I knew she was a virgin, I knew I needed
to make damn sure she was ready for me. I pressed a finger into her tight passage until I reached the barrier. I continued to lick at her clit as I played with her entrance, stretching her to take the tip of two fingers. Damn, this was really going to test my control.

  “Sir! Luke! Please!”

  “Come, baby. Come around me. You taste so damn good. I could lick you all day.”

  With my free hand, I reached up and squeezed one nipple. She screamed as she came, the sound raw. I nearly came in my pants just listening to her. I continued to lick at her, not letting her come down too far. When her eyes opened, I moved to the side of the bed and reached into my back pocket, pulling out the condoms I’d brought with me.

  “You came prepared.”

  “I’ll always protect you, Ari. This is just one layer of protection.”

  Her gaze softened. “I know. My protector.”

  “Damn straight.” I stripped quickly. I loved the way her eyes devoured me as though I was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

  “You’re so hot.” She blushed after saying that, as though she hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Her gaze widened as she took in my firm cock.

  I grasped hold of the shaft at the base then ran my hand up and down.

  “And big.”

  I grinned. “You’re good for a man’s ego.”

  She snorted. “Like yours needs any help. You’re the most self-assured person I’ve ever met. You know you’re h-hot and, obviously, you know how, um, b-big you are. Like, hello, you spend all day with that thing.” She waved her hand at my cock.

  “I don’t take it out every day and measure it, honey.” I knew she was panicking. Her eyes were side, her breath coming in fast pants. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she said slowly, suspiciously.

  “And you know I won’t hurt you.”

  “Yes.” Her body relaxed slightly. “Sorry for t-the mini-panic attack.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Be sure. You ready for this? I won’t push you if you’re not.”

  “You know you s-sound like one of the characters from my books, right?” she joked. “T-too good to be true.”

  “I’m definitely not too good to be true. I can be a grumpy ass when I’m tired. I often speak without thinking, and I have a huge collection of socks with no mates.”