by J. M. Stone
“Luke!” I gasped in shock, my hands rising up to grab at his and pull them away, but he tweaked my nipples then, and I succeeded only in covering his hands with mine while he fondled me.
“God, sugar, it makes me so hard to see your pretty little body spread out in the light like that.” Luke groaned in my ear, his lips tracing it before moving down to my neck, kissing and nipping my
tender skin while his hands roamed over my breasts and stomach, his fingers dipping low, lightly brushing over the softness of me that was growing damp.
“Luke, no! Jackson…” I broke off on a gasp as he lightly parted me, the pad of his finger tracing my clit before sliding lower and dipping inside.
“Yes, Emma. I’m gonna make you come, and you have to hold still and be really quiet so we don’t get caught.” His voice was a hoarse whisper against my neck, and I moaned softly, the feel of his lips on my skin combined with his erotic words making me shiver as want flooded my veins. My breath was coming faster, harsher; I was so confused, but so turned on I felt like he was turning me inside out.
Luke felt me shiver, and his hand tightened convulsively on my breast. His hips jerked behind me and I felt the impossibly hard length of him press against my lower back. I shifted, intending to slide up so I could position that hardness where I wanted it most, but Luke’s hands stilled me.
“Jacks, sugar. Don’t move or you’ll wake him up.” He slid his finger slowly back out of my heat and, using his fingers, spread me open, baring me to his gaze. He gave a soft, guttural moan as he stared at my glistening pink folds.
I jumped as Jackson sighed in his sleep, his breath blowing lightly against my exposed clit.
“Luke,” I whispered, my voice breaking on a moan. “Please, lets go upstairs, baby. Oh, God, what if he wakes up? He’ll see you…what you’re doing to me. He’ll see me, Luke!”
“I know, sugar. But look down, Emma, see how wet you are? You’re dripping, baby, so turned on by the thought of being caught. Mmm, think of it, Emma…what would happen if Jacks opened his eyes right now? He’d see this,” Luke moved his fingers spreading me wide and suddenly thrust them inside me, “wouldn’t he, Emma? He’d see my fingers fucking you, baby, and it would make you wild.”
Luke turned his head into my neck again, biting the curve of my shoulder and making me moan louder this time. His words were like fire, racing through my veins, desire curling in my belly as they washed over me.
Oh. My. God. I was a freak! The thought of Jackson catching us, of him seeing Luke with his fingers sliding in and out of my body, turned me on so much that I felt like I would come from it. I tried to fight it, shaking my head against Luke’s chest as my hips began to jerk uncontrollably, rising to meet the thrust of his fingers.
“No, no, no…” I was moaning, even as I covered his hand with my own, pressing his fingers even deeper into my hot, wet channel.
“Yessss, Emma, yes!” Luke hissed against my skin. He pulled his other hand out from under my shirt and caught my chin, twisting my head around to take my lips in a wild kiss. Without pulling his lips away, Luke growled harshly, “He’s gonna wake up, Emma. He’s gonna wake up and he’s gonna see you come. And then I’m gonna let him watch as I slide into you from behind, sitting here just like this, baby, and I’m gonna fuck you. I’ll fuck you so hard while he watches and you won’t care, baby. You want it, Emma, don’t you?”
Luke increased the pace of his thrusting fingers, and I rode his hand, bucking my hips as I moaned, “No! Yes! God, Luke, I don’t know…I can’t…”
Luke pulled back a bit to look me in my eyes, his rhythm never faltering, and said, “Let go, Emma. You can. You want it, baby, I can see how much the thought of it turns you on. Show me your darkness, sugar.”
I broke at his words, coming so hard around his fingers as I threw my head back against his chest and bit my lip to keep from screaming. Luke was crooning in my ear, his fingers still lightly stroking me as I tried to recover from my shattering release.
I raised my head, looking down the length of my body and my eyes clashed with deep brown ones. I gasped, but my eyes remain locked on Jackson’s where he was lying between my thighs. He had raised his head off my thigh, and was propped slightly up on his elbow. His lips were curved slightly, half-smiling as he deliberately dropped my gaze and let his eyes roam over me.
I closed my eyes and whispered, “Luke…”
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, murmuring, “Its okay, baby, I’m here.”
I felt Jackson move, sitting up and leaning back against the opposite arm of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.
I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at him, even as my face heated with embarrassment. I shook my head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Jacks. I…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Emotions were warring inside me. My head was telling me that I should feel ashamed, but my body, and even my heart, were both telling me that I was seriously bent, a total freakazoid, and that wasn’t a bad thing. I felt free, like a piece of me had been broken loose, and I smiled at Jackson before turning to Luke and kissing him.
“You’re right,” I said against his lips.
“I know,” Luke replied. “You’re bent (was he psychic?) Emma. Seriously twisted. I love it.”
I moaned against his lips as he kissed me deeply again. He gripped my hips with his hands and lifted me up as he slid down lower on the couch. When he pulled my hips back down, I was sitting astride his, the hardness of him trapped beneath his jeans pressed against my naked wetness. I was still facing Jackson, and he was devouring me with his eyes.
“Wait!” I gasped. I looked over my shoulder at Luke and continued. “I don’t…I’ve never…”
“Emma, you don’t have to do anything. Jacks is just gonna watch, if you’re okay with it. I don’t think you’re ready for more than that-”
“No!” I cut Luke off. He smiled and crooked his finger at me. I carefully pushed myself up off of his lap and he sat up on the couch before pulling me down astride him again. He hugged me tight to his chest.
“Emma,“ Luke said, smiling slowly. “If you’d let me finish, I’m not ready for that. I don’t want anybody but me touching you.“ Luke glanced over at Jackson, smiling wryly as he said, “No offense, man, but you seriously are never touching my girl.”
Jackson nodded solemnly. “None taken. I know where you stand on this one.” He grinned mischievously then. “But I do still want to watch, just once. She’s beyond…” He shook his head, but didn’t finish what he was saying.
Luke apparently understood, because he nodded at Jackson and squeezed me tight again.
A while later, Luke and I were curled together in his bed, and he was gently brushing my hair back from my face as he placed soft kisses along my jaw.
I let my mind wander to what had happened earlier, still slightly convinced that it was all just a dream. Luke had pulled his shirt off and then shoved his jeans down and kicked them off, completely uncaring that Jackson was sitting three feet away. He had pulled my shirt off me, too, both of us standing naked for a second before he had lounged on the couch again, facing Jackson, and pulled me over him. I straddled his hips, facing outward towards Jackson, and he had pushed up into me, filling me as he reached around and spread me open to Jackson’s gaze.
He had set a smooth, quick pace that had sent me over the edge almost immediately, and didn’t stop until I had come twice more. The last one was so intense that I screamed, and Luke had to slap his hand over my mouth so I didn’t wake up Brandon. It had been so intense because Jackson had shoved his jeans down and began stroking himself, matching the thrust of my hips against Luke’s. I had been unable to tear my eyes away from him, from the sight of his hand circling the (huge!) hard length of him, firmly stroking root to tip as I rode Luke, and it had set me off, exploding around Luke and milking him until he came, still thrusting and prolonging my orgasm until Jackson followed as well, spilling
himself over his hand.
I closed my eyes, pressing my thighs together at the ache the memory of that moment caused. I heard Luke laugh softly behind me.
“What’s the matter, sugar?” Luke asked, his tone teasing.
“Just thinking,” I replied. I turned to face him. “Luke? Why…how…I’m kind of confused,” I stammered. “I’ve been confused since Jackson got here. He watched us…and you weren’t mad. Then…earlier happened, and you were okay with everything but you said he couldn’t touch your girl, and he said he knew where you stood on this one. What does that mean?”
Luke pressed his lips to my forehead, and then pulled back to watch my face as he spoke. “Jacks and I have known each other for a long time. I met him when I first went to live with my dad’s brother; he was in my class. He became my friend, my only friend, and he really was the only person constant in my life other than Brandon. It didn’t matter where we were sent for foster care, he made his mom bring him over, or even come get us, because I tried to never leave Brandon behind, until he was able to drive. Then he did the same. His mom took me to get my license, and Jacks helped me get my first car. We’ve never been separated until the last year or so, and that’s only because he took a job in L.A.
There’s no way to ease into this, so I’ll just be blunt. We used to have some wild times, and we’ve shared women. In fact, we shared almost all the women we dated. None of them ever meant anything really, but we always swore that if we found one that did, then the other wouldn’t touch her. I…you said you’ve seen the darkness in me, Emma. I cant help it, it’s a rush, that feeling of someone watching, of being caught in the act. I know I pushed you into it, and I’m sorry if I went too far.” Luke sighed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.
I shook my head. “Luke, you pushed me, but I felt safe, I feel safe with you. And you were right, it turned me on so much. But you still didn’t explain what Jackson meant when he said he knew where you stood.”
“You’re mine, Emma. I’ve told you that. You heard me tell him he wasn’t touching my girl. You’re my girl. Mine.” He punctuated his last word with a hard kiss on my lips.
I raised my brows at him, but didn’t feel like arguing because I was way too warm and comfortable wrapped in his arms.
“Sugar?”
“Hmm?” I tipped my head back a bit to meet his gaze.
“What time do we have to be at your parents’ house in the morning?” Luke asked.
Shit! I had forgotten about that. “Ummm…ten?”
Luke rolled over to look at the clock, and groaned when he saw what time it was. “Sleep!”
Ten minutes later (it felt like) the covers were ripped off me, and Luke slapped my ass. “Get up, sleepy head! We’re gonna be late!”
I buried my face in the mattress. “No! Sleep!” My words came out muffled and then I shrieked as Luke lifted me up off the mattress and set me on my feet, pointing me towards the bathroom. I stood there for a second, blinking sleep from my eyes, and Luke swooped in, kissed me briefly, and shoved me into the bathroom to get ready.
When I got out of the shower, my clothes from last night were sitting on the counter, neatly folded and pumpkin free. An unopened toothbrush was sitting next to them, and I smiled at Luke’s thoughtfulness. I dressed hurriedly, brushed my teeth, and then, finding Luke’s comb, quickly combed the tangles out of my hair and pulled it up into a knot on my head.
I got downstairs to see Jackson still sprawled out asleep on the couch, but Brandon and Luke were standing by the door, both looking wide awake and ready to go.
“Why didn’t you guys wake up Jackson to go?” I asked, baffled.
“Uh, well, we’re going to your parents’ house and didn’t want to be presumptuous,” Luke replied.
“Well, it would be rude to leave him! Get him up and lets go!” I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall and let out a little shriek. “Now! We’re gonna be late!”
Fifteen minutes later, we were crammed into Luke’s car and headed to my mom and dads. I really didn’t think I was ready for this, but I’ve learned over the years not to argue with my mom. It only makes things worse.
Chapter 12
Luke followed my directions and we pulled up outside my parents’ house. I closed my eyes when I noticed that every window curtain in the front of the house was twitching. I opened them again to see that my family had quit being cautious and were openly staring out the windows. My mom was in the window above the sink in the kitchen. Leah and Jenna were each in a window in the living room, and Allie’s face popped up above Leah. My dad and Calland were peering out of the two small side windows framing the front door.
Leave it to Hayden to be the ice breaker, though. She flung the door wide, and as we got out of the car, I heard her say, “Aun’ Emmy, Mommaw, Poppaw, Mommy, and Uncle Cow are ‘pying on you from the windows!
I laughed. “I know, sweetie. That’s because they’re nosy, and Aunt Leah and Aunt Allie aren‘t any better!”
She nodded sagely at me before turning the three men standing beside me. She craned her neck to look up at them and her eyes widened. “Aun’ Emmy! You gots giants wif’ you!” she whispered loudly.
I blushed, whispering, “Hayden! They aren’t giants, and Uncle Calland is almost the same height.”
She cocked her head to the side, her little hands on her hips, and studied each of the guys. “No. They bigger than Uncle Cow. They prettier, too.”
I just shook my head and grabbed her arm, dragging her with me into the house, Luke, Brandon, and Jackson all trailing behind me.
We walked in and everyone had moved back from the windows, pretending to be busy with something, with the exception of Noah and Jarrod, who were playing Xbox and shaking their heads. I rolled my eyes and began introducing everyone. When I got to Jackson, I turned to my mom. “Sorry, Momma, there’s one extra. This is Jackson and he’s in from out of town to visit Luke and Brandon. I didn’t think you’d mind, though.”
“No, I don’t mind! The more the merrier!” Mom beamed at Jackson, and the way she smiled made me wonder if she’d been sneaking sips from the liquor cabinet this morning. She’s been known to do that. Usually that results in her dancing around everywhere with her lips pursed, bent halfway over, side-stepping back and forth, all the while yelling, ‘Put in Billy Squire! C’mon!’ Sheesh. Mothers.
Allie bounced over to Brandon, but came to a dead stop when she got an up close look at Jackson. “Whoa!” she whispered. I noticed Brandon looking at her funny, but Hayden tugged on my hand and I turned my attention to her.
“We gots lots of yummy stuffs for breakfas’. We hafta wait ‘til you got here wif’ you friends. Can we eat now?”
Without waiting for my answer, she pulled away from me and grabbed one of Luke’s and Jackson’s hands in each of hers and led them to the table.
My sisters and I helped my mom carry the food to the table and we all sat down to eat. Everything was going as I imagined it would. It was chaos, everybody reaching for food, talking over one another. Dad wasn’t saying much, just eyeballing Luke every once in a while. Mom and Jenna were discussing new curtains for Jenna’s kitchen, Allie and Leah were staring at the guys, Noah, Jarrod and Hayden were all engrossed in their food, and Calland was playing twenty questions with Luke.
When Calland said, “So, Luke, what are your intentions toward my sister?” I slapped my hands down on the table and hollered, “Enough!” I glared at Calland and he just shrugged at me, smirking. My glare transferred to my father when I saw him sneak a high-five to my brother. Ugh!
Fortunately, the rest of breakfast passed without incident, and, after helping my mom clean up again, we all piled back into Luke’s car. As he backed down the drive, I asked him to drop me off at my house.
“Why?” he asked.
“Well, because I’ve got some things I need to do at my house, I have to work tomorrow, and you will want to spend some time with Jackson while he’s here.”
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thout asking anyone else, Luke answered, “We’ll just hang out at your house until you’re done and then we’ll go back out to mine. You can stay tonight and I’ll drop you off at work in the morning.”
I looked at him in disbelief before glancing in the backseat, sure that Brandon and Jackson would have something to say about it. Both of them just shrugged at me. I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the headrest. I don’t know why I bother.
We pulled up at my house and I unlocked the door. All three of the guys brushed past me and headed in different directions. Luke plopped down on the couch and commandeered the tv remote, Brandon started methodically going from room to room, checking my place out, and Jackson headed to the kitchen. I followed him, curious to see what he was doing. Without a care in the world, he popped his head into my freezer and then my fridge, rummaging around.
“Jackson?” I asked, laughing.
“Hmm?” he replied, not bothering to remove his head from the fridge.
“What are you doing? You cant be hungry, we just ate!”
He backed out of the fridge, his arms holding lunchmeat, cheese, and other sandwich fixings. “Yes, I can. I just had one plate of food. I’m starving, wasting away to nothing!” He stuck his lip out pitifully and whined, “Feed me, Emma, please?”
I rolled my eyes at him, telling him that he could have had more than one plate of food at my parent’s house before grabbing the food from his arms, putting it on the counter so I could grab the bread and make his sandwich. As soon as I had the bread in my hands, he walked out of the kitchen towards the living room, hollering over his shoulder, “mustard and mayo, please! I couldn’t find any lettuce but if you have any, I want that too!”
Shaking my head, I went to the fridge and pulled out the bag of shredded lettuce I had in the crisper drawer. Before I made his sandwich, I popped my head around the corner to the living room to ask Luke and Brandon, who apparently had finished wandering my house, if they wanted something too. Surprisingly (to me, at least) they did. Even more surprising, Luke got up off the couch, leaving Brandon and Jackson to fight over the remote, and followed me into the kitchen to help.