Luke (A Redemption Romance #1)

by Anna Scott

  I fought through my sobs to get it all out, he needed to know. “I don’t ever chase men. I figure if they want to spend time with me they’ll let me know and you didn’t. You hadn’t made me any promises, I convinced myself that I’d been wrong.”

  Luke’s face was resting on top of my head, but I felt him turn enough to kiss my hair. His arms got tighter around me and he buried his nose in my hair.

  “Sometimes a man needs to know that feelings aren’t one sided, Rory. I was afraid that you’d just agreed to be with me, to spend time with me because you were so distraught. I need you to reach for me sometimes too.”

  I nodded my head against him and sniffled. “I’m sorry Luke, so sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t realize.”

  “I know baby, it’s okay. Let’s just let it be, okay? We both fucked things up, we both should have reached out, but we were feeling vulnerable. Just promise me Rory, promise me that you won’t ever pull back like that. If you think I am, then you fight for me. I’ll do the same thing, okay?”

  “Okay Luke, okay, I promise.” I hadn’t cried this much, except when I lost it at the funeral, I’d never cried this long.

  “You were at Nolan’s today?”

  “Yeah, I wanted to move some stuff to my house and I needed to find some account statements and stuff so I could get things changed over into my name. Make sure the power bill comes to me, that’s when I found the letters.”

  “Letters? How many did he leave?”

  “He left one for each of us, you, all the guys, Hope and me.”

  “Oh, Jesus! I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to be there alone. I would have gone with you, are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I did all right;” I told him about all I’d done, giving him every last detail.

  “Whose truck is that in the driveway?” I could hear the note of irritation come back into Luke’s voice as he apparently remembered that I wasn’t driving my own car.

  “I rented it from the U-Haul; I couldn’t fit all that stuff in my car so Amber drove me over there earlier this morning to pick it up.”

  Luke nodded and I could tell he was thinking about something. “You seriously didn’t call Reed to help you. Even though things were strained between us, you have to know Reed would have been there for you, we all have trucks, and any of the guys would have come.”

  I shook my head, “No, I didn’t want to be a burden. I knew I was going to be there for a long time today, it was just easier on everyone if I did it myself. Besides, I didn’t think about it, I’m used to just doing things on my own.”

  “Not anymore. Neither of us is used to this, we’ll both have to learn to rely on the other one more, to talk about what we need.”

  Luke’s arms loosened from around me, I sat up, realizing that I must be heavy on him and started to scoot back when he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a searing kiss. This one wasn’t desperate like the last, but it was long, sensual and claiming. We were wrapped around each other, holding tightly to one another as the kiss intensified. One of Luke’s hands had moved down my back and found its way under my shirt. He was caressing the bare skin there, just above my jeans. My fingers were tangled in his hair and rubbing over the skin of his neck.

  Still kissing me, Luke moved the arm at my neck to cradle me under my knees, then stood and walked confidently out of the living room. His steps didn’t falter as I felt him take the stairs. Even with my added weight, he wasn’t winded at all. I felt so delicate and feminine as he carried me like a bride.

  Bringing me into his bedroom, he walked to the bed and unceremoniously tossed me on it. I let out a squeak as I landed with a bounce.

  Luke followed me down, prowling on his hands and knees. I could see the primitive look on his face as he moved over me and caged me in.

  “We need to get you out of these wet clothes, Aurora.” His look was dark; I shivered, and not from the cold wet cloth stuck to me. His eyes were feral, hot and demanding.

  He sat back, straddling the top of my legs. I was still trapped and I didn’t mind one bit. Luke’s hands went to work pulling up my shirt, I lifted off the bed enough to help him; before I knew it, my shirt was gone and my bra followed just behind. The way he tossed them carelessly over his shoulder, without ever taking his hot eyes from mine made me feel incredibly possessed. I knew this man was strong, in control and in this moment, his patience had run out.

  Luke backed up, then off my legs to unfasten and then removed my pants. When he reached for my pink lace panties, my eyes widened with apprehension and my hand shot up to still his.

  “Shhh, baby, I’m going to take off your panties, they’re wet.” He dipped one finger down between my legs to touch the wet spot, denoting my level of arousal. I twitched and clenched my legs tight together, but all that did was hold his finger in place. He raised both eyebrows in challenge and a small smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.

  “Would you feel better if I took my wet clothes off first?”

  “Your clothes aren’t wet.” I thought this was obvious. Sure, they were maybe a little damp from carrying me, and from coming after me in the rain, but he wasn’t soaked like I was from standing on his porch so long.

  “That’s not an answer, sweetheart.”

  I was lying on Luke’s bed in just a pair of barely there panties and I was worried about him taking those off. What was my problem? I didn’t have body issues, besides it wasn’t like they were covering anything.

  In my moment of indecision, my hands had relaxed and he took full advantage, grabbing hold of the little elastic strings at the side and yanking them down my legs. I at least helped by lifting my feet from the bed when he pulled them over, he tossed them with the rest of my clothes.

  Luke grabbed my ankles, lifted one to his mouth and kissed it, and then the other. He held my feet up and then spread them, opening me to his view.

  “Jesus Christ Rory! You are absolutely beautiful.” My feet found their way back to the bed, but now spread on either side of his hips. He lifted the tight shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted chest and stomach.

  He looked like a statue; his torso was absolutely perfect, not a hint of fat anywhere. I noticed a few tattoos that I’d never seen before, I wanted to inspect them, to take the time to run my fingers along the lines of each one, not now wasn’t the time.

  My fingers itched to touch him; I wanted to run my hands up and down him, touching everywhere I could reach, to lick him, to trace the outline of each muscle and to watch him come undone by my touch. I could feel the heat burning in my core. He could skip the foreplay and just take me now. At the same time I wanted us to take our time exploring each other’s bodies.

  “It’s only fair if I wear the same amount of clothing you are, don’t you think?”

  His flirty smile would have melted my panties, if I’d been wearing any.

  “I do, maybe I should get up and find one of your shirts to put on.” I was teasing him, but it was fun to see his eyes narrow as I moved to get off the bed. His pants and boxer briefs were already halfway down his legs, but that didn’t slow him down at all, before I’d even completed a roll toward the side of the bed, he was back on top of me.

  His dick stood proud, long and thick, so erect. It was so big, it touched his abdomen. The head was engorged, and all I wanted was to get my hands and mouth all over it. The veins stood out against the smooth skin. There was a small thatch of trimmed hair at the base, thankfully it was so short, I could see every bit of his heavy balls.

  “No way, baby, the first time I have you naked in my bed, there’s no way I’m letting you out - maybe for days.”

  I pretended to consider this for a minute and laughed when he pinched the side of my butt cheek.

  “I do have to work in the morning, so you’ll have to let me out by then.”

  “I think I can be done in twelve hours, but just barely.”

  “You’re still wearing more than me. That’s just not fair,” I said as
I used my feet to push his pants down further.

  Luke was flat on top of me, his forearms bent in the bed to keep some of his weight off me, but his dick was pressed into me, nestled against the lips of my pussy.

  When he moved his body from side to side to get his pants down the rest of the way, his dick pressed more tightly into me, putting pressure on my clit. An involuntary moan escaped my mouth and Luke, now fully naked took that as his invitation.

  Moving his face down, he kissed my lips, over my cheek and to my ear.

  “I’ve wanted you in my bed for a long damn time, Rory. I’m glad you’re here now. I’m going to do so many dirty things to you tonight. Are you ready for that?”

  “What kind of dirty things?” I asked breathlessly, he was kissing my neck and running his hands over every part of my body he could reach. His cock rhythmically pushed onto my clitoris, and the sensations were almost more than I could bear.

  Trembling, I could feel the wetness seeping from my eager pussy. His shaft was damp from my juices. I used my hands to feel the strength in his arms and back, scratching down along his spine. Every time I used my nails like that, he pressed in harder.

  We kissed and caressed and teased for a long time. Luke had amazing restraint. The few guys I’d been with in the past would have been done and getting dressed by now. I loved the feeling of Luke’s weight on me, he was hot and hard - everywhere. His skin was so smooth, I couldn’t keep my hands from running all over it.

  Moving his lips down my neck, over my collarbone and the swell of one breast, he bit down on one erect nipple. He spent several minutes worshiping the skin around the areola, then moved to the other and repeated the torture. When I thought I was about to die from the frustration, I gripped his hair and directed it back onto my nipple. I writhed in pleasure from the feeling of his lips and tongue on my highly sensitive tips.

  Luke’s hand moved between our bodies, shifting his penis from its contact with my swollen bud, but put his hand there instead. He used the palm to press and his fingers played with my wet folds. I felt him open my lips and slowly insert one finger, shallowly thrusting one and then two fingers into my depths.

  Between the attentions he showed my breasts and his ministration on my pussy, I unraveled and came hard. My moans and whispered pleas were apparently enough to spur him on because as soon as I came down from my climax, I felt him press the head of his cock into me and push.

  “Please, god, Luke, please.” I needed him inside, needed to feel his thick girth filling me. After the horrible weeks apart, the moment he joined our bodies would be perfect.

  Without another minute’s hesitation, he slid home.

  “Oh, god, Aurora. Fuck baby, you feel so good.”

  He was huge, easily the biggest man I’d ever been with, I felt stretched and full. It didn’t hurt, but there was a slight burn. Thankfully, I was so wet, easing his way.

  “Mmm, oh Jesus, tight, fuck baby, hot and wet. Aahhh, your pussy -- oh Jesus, so good baby - so good.” With a long, slow glide he pulled out and thrust home again. He held still, allowing me to acclimate.

  My incoherent babbling quieted when he pulled out and immediately shoved himself back inside. His pace began fast, hard and oh so deep. Several times he’d repositioned my legs to push into me at a different angle. He hit places inside me that I hadn’t even known existed. As fast as he moved, he was ever conscious of his strength and power. Even now, he made every effort to protect me from pain.

  He pulled my legs straight up and over my head so I was folded practically in half. Holding my calves he jack hammered into me, his rhythm was so fast at that point, I started cumming, one orgasm rolled into the next and I didn’t know if it was one long one or multiple orgasms taking over my body.

  Luke’s grunts and words of encouragement kept me right on the edge of bliss. His thrusting slowed and I felt the tension in his body increase as he released my legs, allowing me to wrap them tight around his waist, he moved down over me again and took my mouth - still moving - in a long and emotionally charged kiss. He pulled back from the kiss, but stayed close to my face, held one of his hands on each side of my head and gazed sweetly into my eyes as he too, fell over the edge.

  His hot spurts filled my body, coating me inside. It was then that I realized he hadn’t put on a condom.

  I was taking a low dose birth control pill, but only to help regulate my cycle. I’d never relied on it for actual birth control. The guys I’d been with had always worn a condom; the mini-pill was so easy to mess up and the hormone dose was so low I wasn’t sure it would hold up to the assault.

  Luke felt my body go completely still, he looked at me more closely. “Did I hurt you?” I could see the perplexed look on his face as he asked.

  “No, of course not. You didn’t use a condom.” I was pretty sure that I looked panicked - because I was.

  Luke leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Sweetheart, aren’t you on the pill?”

  “I am, but it’s a low dose, I’ve never relied on just that, I don’t think it’s as effective as some.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think. I just got caught up I guess. That isn’t a good excuse; it’s my job to protect you. I’m clean though, so”

  “Oh god Luke, no, it isn’t that, I trust you. It’s just so early - I couldn’t ever - if I got - I couldn’t, I’d have to--”

  “Shhh, baby, hush. It’s okay. If it happens, it happens. Can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube.”

  He could say that, but I would worry about it. Nolan had been gone just three weeks tomorrow. Luke and I had only spent one wonderful and horrible week together; there was no way to know how things would go from here. I could always go to the doctor tomorrow for the morning after pill, but I’d become really sick after taking the regular strength birth control, so I was sure with the higher doses in Plan B, it would be even worse.

  Luke was right though, the deed had been done and if I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of the Plan B birth control, then I’d have to let it play out and see what happened. I just hoped that if I did get pregnant and we lasted that long, that it wouldn’t ruin what we had, or if we weren’t together, that I could handle a baby on my own.

  I reminded myself that the chances of getting pregnant were really slim, so I forced myself to relax and not think about it – much.

  I heard Rusty come into the room, the sweet boy stuck his nose onto the bed and sniffed at us. All of a sudden, I sat straight up. “Shit! I have to go.” I started to move, to slide out from under Luke, but he stilled me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Sadie is in the house, with everything that happened tonight, I forgot all about her.” My poor baby was locked up in the house; she’d been in there now about four or five hours, and through a thunderstorm. She always freaked out at the sound of thunder. The weather had been mild today, so I’d let her stay in the back yard when I’d been at Nolan’s; at least she hadn’t been cooped up all day.

  “Don’t worry Rory, I’ll run over and grab her, you stay here. Did you feed her already?”

  “Yeah, but it’s okay, I need to go home soon anyway, I don’t have clothes and stuff for work in the morning.”

  “No baby, you stay here, warm, safe and naked in my bed. I’ll get Sadie and what she needs for tonight, you can go by your house in the morning to get dressed. I don’t want you out in this, especially in that rented truck and I really want you in my bed all night.”

  Warmth spread over me at his sweetness. I did feel warm and safe here in his bed. “All right, thanks babe.” The endearment seemed to catch him off guard. He called me cute little names all the time, but I don’t know if I ever had, maybe a couple of times. He was standing next to the bed looking for his jeans, but in all of his naked glory turned back around to look at me. His smile was wide and lit up his eyes. It was a glorious sight.

  I was glad to know that a simple thing like that could make him so happy. I’d have to remember that. I hoped that I
could make Luke happy, and see that smile again and again.

  Chapter 12

  Luke had been gone about twenty minutes when my stomach rumbled. I realized that I hadn’t eaten dinner. Sliding out of the bed, I found one of his T-shirts, slipped it over my head and walked down the stairs. I found some ham, veggies and a carton of eggs.

  When Luke walked into the kitchen a little while later, I was just finishing up the omelets and putting them on plates.

  “Damn, that is sexy baby.” I looked up at his smiling face and grinned back.

  “I was hungry, figured you might be too.”

  “Oh, I’m hungry all right, but I can eat food too.” He walked right into the kitchen and gave me a quick kiss. The domestic scene took me back to a vision I had of my parents. My dad always walked right inside the house when he’d been gone, even if it was for just a few minutes, and he would kiss my mom. It was a bittersweet memory.

  Luke took both plates and walked them over to the table. Sadie had walked in with him, had come to me, rubbed against my leg and then ran over to Rusty.

  “I love seeing you in my shirt Rory; your legs look sexy as hell like that.”

  “Why thank you, sir, aren’t you sweet!” I replied in my best sugar sweet accent.

  I walked by him at just the right moment, he reached out and smacked my ass.

  “I’m not really into the Master/sub thing, but you can call me ‘sir’ if it turns you on baby. I’ll even give you a nice little spanking.”

  “My god Luke!” I laughed out. Though I loved to read those types of books, I hadn’t ever dabbled myself.

  We finished our meal and cleaned up, talking and laughing over nothing important. It was so nice to spend this time together without anything weighing on us.

  Luke let the dogs out one more time, and then we headed up to bed. He’d brought me a small bag of stuff I needed, toothbrush, face wash, hair brush and hair ties, all the basics for a sleepover. He didn’t make any moves, didn’t do anything except kiss me and hold me in his arms all night.