by Frankie Love
"Now fuck me," she says again. "Don't make me wait, Luke Barton."
I grin at her and slowly push down my pants and my boxers right along with them. My cock springs free, all the blood rushing into it as I point it at Hayley's sweet entrance. She's still wearing her panties, and there's a small wet spot at the front of them which is making me lose my mind.
"You still on that birth control?" I ask her roughly, and she nods with a moan. "We'll have to do something about that. I'm gonna want you to have my child in your womb pretty damn soon.”
She gasps as I pull her panties aside, her eyes wide and shocked as I push myself inside her tightness. We're both moaning in seconds, her tight center hotter than I'd remembered. She's impossibly tight, her pussy clenching around my cock and trying to milk me for every drop of come I've been saving up for her over the past week.
"God, Hay, you feel amazing," I mutter into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. "I'll never be able to let you go."
"Then don't." She smiles at me, and before I get a chance to react, she pushes me over and climbs on top of me. She holds my hands in place and I'm so fucking shocked I actually let her as she gets on top of my dick. She places the tip at her center and pushes it in, riding my cock until it's lodged firmly inside her and I'm groaning her name.
"That's right," she says softly. "I want to feel you this way, Luke. You're so damn big... Filling me up so good, baby."
"Jesus…" I breathe out, running my fingers through her hair. "Fuck, Hay, that's amazing. Keep doing that baby, just like that."
She rides my cock, grinding her hips against mine and pulling me even deeper. It feels like her pussy is clutching me and won't fucking let go, making me feel at home inside her just the way it should.
I can feel my cock tightening, ready to burst for her, and Hayley looks like she's so very close as well. My fingers go between her legs and I rip off those fucking panties while she shrieks with glee.
Tossing the ruined fabric aside, I get to work on her bra, unhooking the pretty pink lace and exposing her tits with those pebbled nipples to my hungry eyes. God, she is beautiful. I'll never get enough of this, of her.
"Ride it harder," I order her, and she blushes lightly.
"Luke..." she says softly, protesting.
"That's an order, pretty girl," I growl at her, and she moans, but her hips start moving faster on top of my cock. I pull her lower by her hair, taking her hardened nipple and rolling it between my teeth. A shocked gasp escapes her as I add my own thrusts to her rolling motions, but it soon turns into a long moan and I know she's going to come soon.
I keep one hand in her hair and bury the other one between her legs. She doesn't object as my fingers find her sensitive clit and I brush it lightly, needing her to come all over me.
"Show me how good you can come, just for me."
"Luke, I..." she breathes, her cheeks colored a bright red.
"Shh, Hay," I say. "Just come all over my fingers. Don't be shy.."
With a strangled cry, she comes undone at the touch of my hand. She's moaning, whispering my name, her entire body shaking at the strumming of my fingers. She trembles and I feel myself growing harder and harder inside her, stretching her almost impossibly wide.
"Hay, I'm gonna come," I tell her roughly. "Come with me."
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, Luke, I need to..."
One more cry and she's gone, throwing her head back, her pretty dark mane of hair going down her naked back. I grab her hips with both hands and push myself inside her until her pussy is so tight, so wet and so irresistible that I come with a curse and spill my seed all over her sweet cunt.
She comes down from her orgasm slowly, her body shaking and my softening dick still deep inside her. Hayley looks down at me and giggles nervously, and I pull her sweet body against mine.
"You're perfect for me, you know that, Hayley Adams?"
"I do." She smiles, sounding out of breath, and she cuddles up closer and moans when my dick twitches in her soaked pussy. "And you're perfect for me."
"No one's gonna keep us apart now," I promise her, kissing the top of her head lovingly. This girl is my home now, and my future. And I'm never going to let go, as long as she'll have me.
"You're mine," I tell her, looking surprised when she climbs off me and gets between my legs. "What are you doing, Hay?"
"Cleaning your cock." She smiles at me and I nearly lose it right there. But it's nothing compared to her mouth actually getting to work.
Yes. She's a fucking keeper.
23
Luke
"You want maple syrup with yours?" Hayley asks me, and I look up at her in her kitchen, so sexy in my shirt and a pair of panties underneath it.
"Yes please, beautiful," I reply, flashing her a smile. She wiggles her butt at me and pours maple syrup all over a stack of pancakes. She places the plate in front of me and I dig in, ravenous as hell.
I don't know what exactly happened last night, but we both feel so much better. Like we can finally start to put all the bad shit behind us, like we finally have a chance to start over.
We're meeting Chris at the precinct today to give our final statements and clear my father's desk, and though I know that's going to be difficult, I relish the thought of putting it all behind us.
Once Hay and I finish our pancakes, we get dressed and ready for the hard day ahead. I can't help myself, though, and as she's pulling on her sweater, I palm her tits over the cups of her bra.
"Hey," she protests, giggling. "I need to get dressed or we'll be late. What are you up to, wolf?"
"Just copping a feel," I say with a wink at her. “I won't be able to get my hands on you all day long." I pull her in for a passionate kiss, but her lips seem almost hesitant as they touch mine.
"What's wrong?" I ask her once we break apart.
"I just..." she sighs. "I know last night was perfect. I'm just worried about how you're dealing with all of this. And Chris... I just want you both to be all right, you know?"
"Yeah," I tell her, my tone turning somber. "I know, Hay. I promise, I'll be all right. Right now, I'm just happy to have you by my side."
She kisses me once more, gently, before we finish getting ready. We drive toward the precinct in companionable silence, with my hand resting on her knee. But the closer we get to my father's workplace, the more nervous I get.
I notice Chris' car in the parking lot right away, and he's leaning against it as we get out. I half-expect him to grimace when he sees us together, but instead, he greets us with a pleasant smile.
"Hey," he says gently. "Nice to see you guys. You feeling all right?"
"Yeah," Hayley says softly. "Much better. What about you?"
"I'm all patched up." He grins at her, and we all stand there awkwardly, pretending this isn't going to be the hardest day of our lives. "We should probably head inside."
I give him a short nod and we head inside with Hayley between us. I know Chris would protect her with his life, just like I would, and I love that about my brother. I think the jealousy has finally died down a little, too.
Shawn and Sheldon greet us as we walk into the precinct, both wearing solemn expressions. There's barely enough personnel in the station to take all our statements, but we manage to get them done in the next hour. Talking about my father this way, as if he's a complete stranger, is easier than thinking about him as my dad. I try to remove my emotions and be as rational as fucking possible as I explain what happened.
By the time I'm done, Hay and Chris are already in Dad's office. I approach them and hear them talking pleasantly, which makes me happy. I don't harbor a grudge against my brother. I love him, just as I love... Hay.
I furrow my brows at the realization, knowing it's true. I'm not only in love with her, I love her with my whole being. And I need to tell her that.
"Hey, guys," I say as I walk into my father's office. "You making good progress?"
Hay runs toward me and I pull her in for a hug. She kisses the corner of
my mouth and I grin at my brother, happy he's not upset about the little PDA.
"Yeah." Chris smiles. "We've just cleared his drawers and found some cute child pics of us."
"Yeah, Luke, I forgot what chubby cheeks you had," Hayley says with a laugh. I appreciate her trying to make light of the situation, and I grin back. "And such big ears, too!"
"To hear you better," I tell her, pinching her butt when Chris isn't looking. She giggles and all three of us get to work, emptying the rest of my father's office.
We go through his belongings, and sooner rather than later it starts getting sad. There's so much of Julie's stuff here, from her trophies to pictures and even a scrunchie she used to wear. It makes me sad, and both Hay and Chris are looking pale as well.
As we're rifling through the drawers, Chris pulls out another stack of pictures. We gather around to look at them, but he pulls one out of the stack and we all stare at a naked Stacy.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I groan, shielding my eyes.
Chris drops the photos on the ground and storms out of the room. I guess we finally have confirmation—my brother's girlfriend was cheating on him with none other than my father.
"I'd better go talk to him," I tell Hayley, but she stops me in my tracks.
"Please, let me," she asks me softly. "I think I can help."
"All right," I say, though I'm a little hesitant to agree. Hay leaves me with a kiss on the lips and I watch her leave regretfully. I'm left with piles and piles of my father's stuff and I groan, going through them by myself.
I'm emptying one of the drawers in his filing cabinet when I come across an envelope labeled with my name. I furrow my brows when I see it and pull a crisp letter from the envelope.
I check to make sure Hay and Chris are really gone, then get to reading. I recognize my father's handwriting right away, and my eyes scan over his words.
Dear Luke,
I know there is no excuse for what I've done. I should've stepped up two years ago when you were sent to prison. I'm not proud of the things I've done. I've been a fucking coward, Luke, and I let you and your brother suffer for my crimes.
I know you will never forgive me. I'm not looking for forgiveness. Hell, if you're reading this, it's probably too late anyway. I just wanted to tell you that what happened with Julie broke me.
I lost grip with reality, Luke. I hope you will keep the memory of your sister alive. There is a trust fund set up in her name. I would like you to build something new in town with that fund. Something in your sister's name. Make them remember the good, not the bad, about the Bartons.
I'm sorry I fucked up, Luke. Take care of your brother. Blood isn't water, my son.
I love you,
Dad
I just stare at the letter, unable to believe my own eyes. He doesn't deserve redemption, but I am grateful that he took the time to write this letter at least. There is more information about the trust fund he mentioned, but I decide not to tell Chris and Hay about it just yet.
I realize I've been in the office for too long, and with all the work done, I decide to meet Hay and Chris outside. I pocket the letter and head outside, finding them deep in conversation, leaning against my pickup truck.
I'm transported back to our high school days. Same trio, same beat-up truck. Those were the fucking times. I can only hope we can relive them someday soon.
"Hey," Hayley greets me with a bright smile. "Almost done?"
"Yeah, it's finished," I tell her with a grin. "You feeling better?" I look at Chris, half-expecting him to be in tears or some shit, but he seems fine.
"Yeah," he replies slowly. "I think I'm fine. And I have something to tell you."
I brace myself for the impact of his words, figuring this can't be good. Hayley surprises me by gently squeezing my hand and giving me a small sign to listen carefully to what my brother has to say.
"I'm leaving Willow Creek," Chris announces, and my breath hitches. "I'm gonna travel for a while. I need to... I need to deal with some other stuff, get closure. I need to get away from this place."
"Are you sure?" I ask him. "Willow Creek has always been our home, Chris."
"Lot of good that did me," he mutters. "I lost everything here. Mom, Julie, Stacy... I even lost you two for two years."
I look at the ground.
"I lost myself, that's the worst part," he continues. "I need to find me again. I need to make sure I'm all right."
"I understand," I say slowly. "When are you leaving?"
"Tonight," he replies. "I have a friend who'll look after my house so you don't have to."
"Shit." I laugh nervously. "This is all happening so fast. You really sure?"
"Yeah." He nods, looking surer than I've ever seen him. "I'm gonna keep in touch, don't worry." He gives Hayley a lopsided grin. "Miss Adams helped me out with this decision."
I turn to face Hayley and she gives me an apologetic look.
"I think it would be good for him," she says in a small voice.
I look at my girl for a long time before finally sighing. "I understand you need to do this," I say, trying to hide my emotions. "I just wish you didn't have to."
"It'll be all right," he says, smiling at me. "I'll be back, I promise."
I can't stop myself—I pull my brother in for a hug. I think we've hugged more in the past few weeks than all our lives beforehand. I relish the familiar feeling of his hug, knowing it might be a long time before I see him again.
"You want us to take you to the train station?" I ask, and he shakes his head.
"I'll be fine," he replies. "You two promise to take care of yourselves. And I hope to see a little family by the time I get back."
I laugh nervously but Hayley gives me a meaningful look which stops me in my tracks. God, she's stunning when she does that.
After she's said her goodbyes with Chris, we wave my brother off as he drives in the direction of his house. Hay and I say goodbye to the police officers, and I drive her back home. It's almost time for dinner, and we're both ravenous after skipping a meal.
"You want to order in?" she asks, perusing the menus in her kitchen drawer.
I walk up behind her and wrap my hands around her hips.
"I want to take you out tonight," I tell her, whispering in her ear. "I want to treat you like a fucking princess, Hayley Adams."
She giggles and smacks me away. "Well, I'm not gonna complain," she says with a wink. "Let's do it. Pick me up in half an hour?"
"Deal," I tell her. She shoos me out the door and I retreat with a big grin on my face.
Thirty minutes later, I feel like a fucking teenager standing in front of Hayley's door with a bouquet of roses in my hand.
She opens the door looking like a vision in a sexy dress and a pair of pointed flats with a low heel.
"Jesus," I manage to get out. "You look..." I'm at a loss for words as she spins in front of me. I love her confidence right now.
"Look like what?" she says in a teasing tone.
"You look like my dirty dreams come to life," I mutter against her ear, and she giggles before I hand her the flowers.
"Let me put these in some water and then we can leave," she says, heading inside for a moment. Once she gets back, we decide to walk to the town's main restaurant. It’s not the shortest stroll, considering where her house is, but we both want to enjoy a nice leisurely stroll together. The restaurant is usually packed on Friday nights. I thought it might be a good idea to show our faces in town once again. We want to make a home here, so we need friends, not enemies.
When we walk into the restaurant and the hostess shows us to our table, a silence falls upon the room. Hayley walks up nervously in front of me, and I want to punch every one of those fuckers for making her uncomfortable. But just as we're about to sit down, every one of the patrons gets up and cheers for us.
I just stare at them in disbelief, my eyes settling on Andrew, the old locksmith, by the bar. He raises his drink at me and winks, and I laugh, shaking my head
.
"You still close with him?" Hayley asks as we sit down.
"I'd like to be again," I tell her honestly. I can tell the greeting we got cheered her up a little. "I know someone else he was close with, though."
"Who?" she asks me curiously, and I wink at her. "What? No! Not my Gram."
"The one and only," I say with a laugh as the waiter presents us with menus.
"Oh, god," Hayley giggles, hiding behind her menu and sneaking a peek at old Andrew. "I'll never be able to look him in the eye again."
I play footsie with her under the table as we order our food. Several people come up to us to wish us good luck with our future, or to offer us condolences for all that we’ve lost, and I really appreciate it. I'm sorry Chris didn't feel welcome here, because I really fucking do. This is home, always has been and always will be.
Hayley keeps giving me these cute little looks as we eat, and I finally call her out on it, but she pretends not to know what I'm talking about.
"Come on…" I grin at her. "What's up with you?"
"Well, if you must know." She leans toward me conspiratorially and whispers in my ear. "I might not be wearing panties."
I groan, feeling my dick grow rigid as soon as those words brush my ear, her breath soft against my skin.
"What are you doing to me, woman? You're gonna be the end of me, Hayley Adams."
"I hope not," she giggles, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "So what do you want now? Cup of coffee? Maybe we split a dessert?"
"Yeah, no fucking way," I growl, pulling out my wallet. I put money on the table, ignoring Hayley's protests, and I walk over to her.
She gives me a shocked look as I pick her up right there and carry her outside as everyone hoots and hollers. She's laughing, hitting my shoulders playfully.
"You'd better not make this a habit," she giggles.
"Who says I shouldn't and won't?" I reply, teasing her.
"My ever-expanding butt," she smiles, kissing my neck as I set her down outside the restaurant.
"Oh, yes, I've yet to claim that part of you," I say with a wink. "I'm sure once I do, she'll learn to be more obedient."