by Bella Andre
Moving straight into the gray area.
A gray area where it felt like her heart might break at any moment.
Where there was more than a slight chance that it already had.
“This shouldn't be so complicated,” she said, forcing herself to reach for the zipper on the front of her dress and pull it down, just as she would with any other guy she wanted to sleep with. “I'm a girl and you're a boy and we want each other.”
But even as she said the words she knew it wasn't Luke she was trying to convince.
She was trying to convince herself.
“Janica, stop.”
Her fingers stilled on her zipper. He moved across the room, his eyes dark with desire and something else that she couldn't read. And then the next thing she knew he was lifting her in his arms and walking back to the bedroom. Gently, so gently she could hardly believe it, he laid her down on the bed.
She felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest.
“You don't have to do this.” But he didn't stop the slow shift of her dress off of her shoulders, not even when she added, “Please don't do this just because of what I said on the wharf.”
His mouth was hot on her shoulder, his lips teasing her skin, and then he was shifting her dress down further, down over her breasts, past her nipples. The pads of his thumbs brushed over her first, followed by his tongue, swirling, tasting.
His sweet touch felt so good she lost her breath.
A while later he lifted his head from her chest. “What were you saying?”
She looked up into his eyes and she was surprised to see the playful glint in the green depths. But, for the first time in a very long time, she didn't want to laugh away her feelings.
“You don't have anything to make up to me, Luke. It's been my decision to be with you. Because I want to.”
The sentence was barely out of her mouth before his mouth was back on her breasts, hot and demanding. From one to the other he nipped, kissed, sucked, until she was nearly delirious with pleasure.
Finally, he looked up at her again. “Anything else?”
What had she been about to say? Lust, arousal had her brain all fogged up.
Still, she managed, “It's okay if it's just sex.”
It wasn't. Not at all. But she felt she needed to say it. That maybe then she might be able to believe it.
His hands were gentle, but her dress was still gone by the time she blinked, her panties going a moment later. Moving down between her thighs, he lifted her legs up, one over each shoulder. Her body wept with need for this complex, beautiful man between her legs.
A muscle jumped in his jaw and his eyes were dark. “This isn't just sex.”
She barely had time to process his words when he ran his tongue over her in one long, steady stroke across her labia and over her clit.
Her hips bucked up into his mouth and he held her closer with his hands on her ass, sucking her in between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Just like that, she came, exploding into him. Spasms of ecstasy racked her body, and it was too much, too much pleasure. But when she tried to shift away, he wouldn't let her go, wouldn't let her escape the almost painful pleasure of his tongue, his lips, the slight scratch of his teeth against her incredibly aroused flesh.
Again she came, hard on the heels of her first orgasm, and she was so lost in feeling, so utterly unable to do anything but try to withstand the waves of pleasure that were rolling over her, that she was caught utterly unaware by the long, hard thrust of Luke's cock inside her.
Her eyes shot open to find him levered over her, his eyes dangerous as he held himself deep inside of her.
She held her breath. Waiting as he continued to watch her, his hard shaft pulsing inside her body, his muscles taut above hers. Waiting for whatever it was he needed to say.
“Luke?”
“I'm almost there,” he said softly, and then he started to move, the long slide of his cock out of her slick heat, then back in, so deep that she lost her breath with every single stroke.
And yet, even as she climbed higher and higher, even as her muscles tightened on him, even as their mouths found each other and they swallowed each other's groans of pleasure, even as he pulled her into his arms and exhaustion swept over her and she started to fall asleep, she wondered what he really meant by I'm almost there.
Had he been trying to say that he was almost in love with her?
Or was it simply his body that couldn't get enough?
Chapter Nineteen
The next morning, Janica still felt unsettled from their lovemaking.
It was always incredible and explosive between them. But last night was different.
Almost as if Luke's body was trying to express love where the man who lived in it couldn't.
Waking up alone beneath the thick bedspread, she could smell breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. Her muscles were achy, well used and stretched out in a really good way. It sure beat the hell out of running on a treadmill.
Five minutes later she was freshly showered and wearing one of Luke's T-shirts with nothing else under it. Fresh out of clean clothes, she had grabbed one of his belts and wrapped it twice around her waist to finish off the outfit.
He sensed her before she said a word, his eyes drinking her in.
“Nice outfit.”
Her nipples beaded at his slow perusal of her outfit. But the truth was she was freaked out enough by what had happened between them then night before that she had to force a playful response.
“You should see what I have on under your shirt.”
She moved to him and he ran his hands down her back, past the belt, then over the curve of her ass.
“You don't have anything on under it,” he growled into her ear. He nipped at her neck. “We need to get you some clothes today.”
“I thought you liked me just like this?”
“I do. But no one else gets to see what's mine.” He pulled back, held her gaze. “You're all mine, Janica.”
After last night, after the way he'd told her he was almost there, was this his way of asking her to be his girlfriend?
Torn between outright asking him and the promise she'd made to drop everything but having a good time for the next few days, she was trying to figure out what to say when the front door flung open.
Lily stood there, red-faced and panting as if she'd just run up the long staircase to the cabin. At first, relief was clear on her face. But it was quickly superseded by a strange combination of happiness and shock and dismay.
Luke's arms were instantly frozen around Janica, his muscles turning to ice against hers. His expression quickly followed suit.
Sixty seconds earlier, he'd been so open, so warm. Now he looked – and felt - as closed off as she'd ever seen him.
She wanted to rewind to yesterday so that she could call Lily and tell her she was all right. So that Lily wouldn't have to come here.
And accidentally ruin everything.
“Thank God you're here, Janica,” Lily said, holding one hand over her heart, still standing in the doorway. “I've called you a hundred times. And when I went by your studio, your employees said they didn't know where you were. They said you've been calling to check in with them, not the other way around.”
Janica hated feeling like a recalcitrant child. She hated that her sister had been worrying about her. But most of all she hated that she hadn't proactively dealt with the situation.
“I'm fine, Lils,” she said, but even to her own ears, her voice sounded funny. Like she couldn't take in enough oxygen.
Luke's arms dropped from her waist and although she hadn't noticed him taking any steps away from her, suddenly there was distance between them.
A huge gap that hadn't been there five minutes ago
Suddenly she remember how it had been for them five years ago. They'd met several times to talk about Lily and Travis's budding relationship, they'd even flown to Italy together, just in time for the surprise wedding. She'
d thought then that they were starting to build a connection, but as soon as they got back to San Francisco, back to the “real” world, Luke had changed back into the busy surgeon who couldn't be bothered with his wild sister-in-law. Even at family events his smile had gone from warm to cold, to treating her like she wasn't the least bit special.
Oh god. Even after everything they'd shared together - not just the lovemaking, but the little pieces of her heart that she'd so willingly given to him – he was going to do it again.
Looking at him, frozen and stiff as he continued to back away from her in the kitchen, Janica had never been more sure of anything in her life.
Her chest squeezed. She knew she needed to deal with Lily, but she couldn't pull her eyes from Luke.
And even though she knew better, she silently begged him, Please look at me like you did before, like you did last night when you were loving me. When I was loving you. Please look at me like you actually want me to be yours.
Her silent pleas went unheard.
“Janica and I were just-” He cut himself off, that muscle in his jaw jumping. “We were just talking.” He wouldn't meet Janica's eyes as he moved even further away. “I'll let you two catch up,” Luke said, and then he was heading past Lily out the front door of the cabin as fast as his feet would take him.
And all Janica could do was watch him go.
Before she even realized Lily was there beside her, her sister's arms were around her.
Stupid tears threatened. Lily shouldn't even count as the “real” world. And yet, the second she'd walked in the door, Luke had separated himself from Janica as if she were carrying a contagious—and deadly—disease.
“It wasn't real,” she said aloud. “Not for him.”
Lily pulled back and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Janica, honey, I know he just acted really weird, but I think I stunned both of you and—”
Janica pushed out of her sister's arms. “But nothing. It was fun. That's it.”
Knowing better than to crowd her when she was like this, Lily stayed where she was as she said, “When I walked in, Jan, the way he was looking at you—” She paused, making sure Janica was listening to her before she continued. “In all the years I've known him, he's never looked at a woman like that, honey. Only you.”
Janica couldn't respond, not with her throat clogged with emotion, not when she was bound to become a sniveling fool if she so much as opened her mouth.
Lily grabbed a bar stool and sat down on it, her expression one of deep consideration. “I can't believe how blind I've been this whole time.”
“Oh come on. Everyone and their dog has been able to see how I felt about him.”
“Not you, Jan. Luke. He's in love with you.”
Wanting to believe it so bad it hurt, Janica shook her head, hard enough to make her eyeballs hurt.
“No. He isn't.”
But Lily clearly wasn't listening, because she was saying, “You know what? I think he's been in love with you the whole time. Ever since Travis and I got together.”
It was exactly what Janica had wanted to her. But she couldn't believe it.
Not anymore.
“He didn't even like me.”
“No, honey, he loved you. And it must have scared the crap out of him. I can't believe I didn't see it. No wonder he always worked so hard to keep his distance from you. Because if he didn't, he knew you'd get in and make him admit his love for you.”
As close to the verge of falling apart as she'd ever been in her entire life, Janica said, “I know you're trying to help. But please. Stop.”
Because Lily was only making it worse by filling Janica's head and heart with hopes and dreams and wishes.
“Honey, I just know he's going to realize what he did, how stupid it was, and come back in that door any second now to tell you he loves you.”
“Then you don't know your best friend very well,” Janica said, not with anger, but with a sure knowledge that killed her.
But Lily was, in her own way, just as stubborn as Janica, so she tried another angle. “I've never known you to run from something you want. You love him, Janica. That has to be worth fighting for.”
“I've been fighting with everything I have!” Janica half yelled at her sister. Forcing herself to calm down, she said, “I thought I could keep fighting, but I-” Her voice started to shake and she had to stop, take a couple of deep breaths. “I was wrong. He can't even be with me around you. Now I don't even know what I'm fighting for, anymore.”
“His love, Jan.”
A lone tear slipped down Janica's cheek. “But can't you see, even if I get what I want, even if I force him to stay with me, no one wins?” She shook her head. “Because that isn't real love.”
Janica took another deep breath. Steadied herself. “Sorry you had to come all the way out here to check on me.” She made herself push forward even though all she wanted to do was throw herself into Lily's arms and sob her heart out. “I'll come by your house soon. Spend some time with you and the kids, okay?”
She knew Lily wanted to say a thousand more things, wanted to ask a thousand questions, but Janica simply couldn't let her do that, so she turned and went into the bedroom to go collect the few things she'd brought with her.
And to change out of Luke's shirt.
She wouldn't take any part of him that he didn't want to give her. Not his clothes.
And definitely not his heart.
* * *
Lily found Luke out on the beach in front of the house.
“She's loved you for so long, Luke. You know that.”
That was the thing about Lily, Luke thought. She looked so soft. So easy. But she was made of steel when she needed to be.
The exact opposite of her sister, who seemed to be all steel, but was really so soft and sweet at her core.
Knowing he was acting like a coward, he turned to face his friend and sister-by-marriage. “I should have had her call you. I should have known you’d be worried.”
Lily gave him a small smile, shaking her head. “My favorite part of all of that is the part where you think you can actually make her do anything, Luke.” And then, “How long have you been in love with her?”
He had to turn away from his friend again to stare out blankly at the rolling ocean at his feet.
Was that what this feeling was?
Love?
Fuck.
Could he really be falling in love with Janica? He never would have picked her if he'd had a choice.
Suddenly, he had to wonder, did he have a choice? And if not, what the hell was he going to do?
He knew he loved being with her, both in and out of bed. He knew that she made him feel happier, lighter. But he didn't know if that was enough.
If it could ever be enough.
When he didn't say anything, he felt Lily's hand on his arm. “Tell me what's wrong, Luke. I know she's my sister, and I dearly love both of you, but you can talk to me. I'm your best friend.”
It was the strangest thing, but her words didn't sit right with him. Suddenly, it hit him why that was.
“No,” he said slowly. “You're not.”
Lily looked like he'd slapped her and he quickly reached for her hand. “I'm sorry. I can't seem to say or do anything right today. What I mean is that I know Travis is your best friend now. And that's exactly how it should be.”
“But that doesn't mean that you and I—”
He cut her off with a quick brotherly kiss to her forehand. “I love you, Lily. You know that. But right now, you're not the person I need to be talking to.” He looked up at the cabin. “And I have a feeling that if I don't get back up there right now, the woman I owe my explanations to is going to be gone before I get a chance to talk to her.”
Chapter Twenty
Janica sat on the couch in the living room, her sketchpad on her thighs, her pencil in her hand. More than anything she wanted to bolt, wanted to hide. But she couldn't leave without saying goodbye, like a cow
ard.
She couldn't leave without seeing Luke one more time.
She heard footsteps on the stairs and her heart started thumping in an out-of-control rhythm.
He was barely in the door when he said, “I'm sorry.”
She swallowed. Licked her lips. Closed her notepad and started to stand up.
But before she could get to her feet, he was skidding to a stop in front of her on his knees. He put one large hands on her legs.
“Please, let me try.”
The warmth of him burned all the way through her body. She couldn't refuse him anything. Not yet.
Not when she wanted everything so badly.
Unable to trust her voice, she nodded, and he said, “You asked me some questions a couple days ago. I want to answer them now. Or at least try. I don't know if I know all of the answers yet, but this time we've spent together is helping me figure them out a little bit.”
This opening up was everything she thought she'd wanted. So then why did she still feel like her heart was barely beating?
“I came to your apartment that night because I—”
His voice faltered and her heart ached for him. “You don't need to tell me, Luke.”
“Don't let me off easy this time, Janica.”
She felt her eyes widen as she took in his beautiful face. He was asking her to help him. And even though her heart was breaking, she would.
“I won't.” She forced herself to level him with a don't-bullshit-me gaze. “So why? What happened?”
He ran one hand through his hair. “I almost killed somebody. A little girl.”
She couldn't stop her swift intake of breath. But at the same time, she couldn't believe him either.
“What really happened?”
“I was exhausted.”
“I know. I remember how wiped out you were.”
“I should have gone home, but I stayed at the hospital instead. Because I didn't have any reason to go home.” He reached out, stroked her cheek. “Because I didn't have anyone to go home to.”
Her mouth crept up in a half-smile of recognition. “I know how that is.”