"Barrett is going to have one of the IT guys set me up with a way to bring everything back here so I can take a leave of absence for a while until I figure out what's going on here and with my dad's shop," I say smiling and feeling quite excited.
Luke looks a little upset that I am going back to the city period, but he should be happy that I am here at least another three months. Ris is excited as she has missed me at our little apartment and work. She rushes upstairs to shower and get ready to head back to the city. I walk over to Luke and grab his arm. He puts his hand on my hip.
"Glad to hear that we have some more time to spend together," he says, smiling.
"Yes, I believe we do," I reply.
I give him a peck on the lips and wrap my arms around him, laying my head on his shoulder. I need more time with him before I go back to the city for good.
"You better go get dressed so you can come back to the shop with me," Luke demands.
I give him a raised brow, kiss his cheek, then run upstairs. He smacks my ass before I leave the living room. I change quickly. I will probably get dirty today, so I will shower tonight. Plus, Ris is in the bathroom doing her hair and putting on her face. Luke is in the kitchen, making some grilled cheese sandwiches when I return. I love it when he cooks; it makes him ten times sexier. What girl doesn't love a man that can cook?
Chapter Thirty-Nine
I hug Ris tightly before she gets into her car to drive back to the city. I wave as she travels down my dad's driveway. I'm going to miss her, but I will be seeing her on Thursday, when I go back to work. I'm sure she will want me to stay and party for the weekend, but I want to get back to spend more time with Luke. I already know as soon as I get there, I will want to be back here.
I hop into Luke's truck, and we leave for the shop. Luke turns on the radio and starts playing the drums on his steering wheel with his thumbs. It's bizarre to think that I couldn't wait to get back to the city and my job when I got here, but now that I'm here, I want to be quick in the city when I go so that I can hurry back home
"How long will you be in Milwaukee?" Luke asks me, turning down the music.
"Only a few days. I will leave Thursday morning and will be back Saturday afternoon at the latest," I reply.
I am intrigued that he is so interested in how long I will be gone. I wonder if he will miss me; I know I will miss him.
"Two days without you. What will I do with myself?" he chuckles, then places his hand on my thigh.
We pull into the shop, and Luke kisses me before we leave his truck and head inside. It feels like we are in a relationship, with all the kissing we do before we part ways from each other. I walk through the shop and see all the guys diligently working on their jobs for the day. I make my way back to the offices.
Gladys isn't here, and Maureen is out in the lobby talking with some customers. I dart into my dad's office and get started on where I left off. I am excited about having Façade's IT personnel set me up with an at-home program, so now I can design the perfect office for Ernie and Luke. Maybe, I will add a spot for myself or redo Maureen's area to make a nice place for me.
Wait. I'm acting as if I am going to stay here and help run the shop. Would I still feel this way about being here if it wasn't for Luke and my sudden attachment to him? I have a lot of deliberating to do about what my plans will be after this leave. I love being an architect and my job. I also love the thrill of my life in the city, but I love being here at my dad's shop, with Luke, Ernie, and the others. I miss the country and going to the cabin.
I do not know what to do. If it doesn't work between Luke and me, it will make being here and at home awkward. I don't want that. I don't want to make my decision based on my feelings for a guy that may only be lukewarm and temporary. I detract myself by focusing on the remodel. I start hauling things out of my dad's office. I want it to be bare so that I can start from scratch. That's the best way to go about it.
"What are your plans for your dad's office?" Maureen asks as she watches me carry box after box out of the room.
"I want to surprise Ernie and Luke with a brand-new office! When I'm done, I can maybe surprise you with a new one too before you leave," I reply with a cheesy smile.
"That would be lovely! Ernie and Luke will love their own space. Thank you for all your work on Friday and for covering for me," she says.
"You're welcome. You need to show me what to do with paid invoices and that other stuff in the bottom basket that I went through on Friday," I say as I walk back toward my dad's office.
"I can show you now if you want to take a little break from your project," she smiles.
Maureen's such a kind soul. I will miss her when she leaves. I take her up on her offer and have her show me everything that I had questions about last Friday. I am becoming quite confident that Gladys and I can handle Maureen's job after she retires until we find a replacement for her. I think we will be able to train them without her help, maybe. We'll see when we cross that bridge.
The time passes quickly, and I head back to my dad's office when Maureen leaves for the day. I still have a half-hour to work until the shop closes. I decide to pass the time by paying some shop bills through the program that Maureen showed me today. I see a folder on my dad's computer that is titled "LJ." It strikes my curiosity and the noisy person I am; I double click on it. Up pops information about Luke.
Perhaps, this will tell me more about him and his relationship with my dad. The folder has Luke's personal information and filed copies of all the receipts from the parts for his motorcycle, from his truck, and a few miscellaneous documents I don't understand but assume have to do with his home attached to the pole barn. Has my dad been paying for everything for Luke? He must be making decent money here, as the head mechanic. Maybe, my dad kept part of Luke’s pay to reimburse himself, completely understandable if he did.
A small knock at the door startles me as Luke walks in. I quickly click out of the folder.
"I'm off now. You ready to go home?" he asks.
I hope I did not look suspicious while clicking out of the folder on my dad's computer.
"Um... yeah, I think I'm good to go," I reply.
"I'm going to go wash my hands if you want to go lock everything up," Luke says with a smile.
I meander out into the lobby, lock the door, and switch off the open sign. I cannot stop thinking about the receipts and documents I saw in the folder. I didn't pay attention whether they said that they've been paid back or what those other papers were. I'm not going to worry about them because they were something between my dad and Luke, and frankly speaking, it's none of my business. But then again, part of me is dying to know.
I walk into the shop and notice Luke has taken his shirt off and is walking toward me. If I were a cartoon character right now, I'd be that wolf who whistles as his eyes bug out of his head when he sees a sexy female wolf or woman. Looking at him without his shirt on while he's all dirty and sweaty never gets old.
"Do you want to go swimming?" he asks as we leave the shop.
"You do look and smell like you need a bath," I laugh.
Luke chases me to his truck before grabbing me and pushing me up against it. He removes a strand of hair from my face as he grabs the back of my head and bends down to kiss me. I gently massage his tongue with playful circles as he smiles and giggles lightly through his nose. He brings his other hand behind my head and kisses me passionately while massaging my tongue seductively. I push him off me as the guys start trickling out of the shop to go home for the day. Luke nudges me, then opens my door and helps me up into his truck.
He opens his door and yells, "yea, see ya tomorrow," to one of the guys on the other side of the parking lot. He looks at me with a crazed look in his eye.
"What?" I say, weirded out by his stare.
He leans toward me, pecks me quickly, puts his truck into drive while looking at me, smiles ridiculously, then faces the front and takes off. He's so weird sometimes.
Chapt
er Forty
Luke is singing loudly as we travel down the gravel road toward the lake. We stop, Luke gets out and opens the back door of his truck. I noticed that his bag from the cabin is still back there. He then pulls out a towel and grabs the blanket from the back seat.
I get out, and we trek toward the lake. Luke is leading the way while holding my hand. We walk past the clearing, where we had lunch the first time we kissed. We then walk over to the other trail that leads to where we cliff jumped the other day. We reach the top and come out into the opening. He lets go of my hand and unfolds the blanket, laying it on the ground, then throws his towel on top of it. He takes his boots and pants off and is standing in his briefs. He looks at me and smiles, then he walks over to me and pecks me on the lips.
"You best be damn near naked when I get back up here," he demands then takes off running.
He does a front flip off the cliff. I hear a splash as he hits the water, then a "woo-hoo" shout after he pops back up. I take off my boots, then my shirt and pants just as he reaches the top of the cliff. Standing in my bra and panties, he first looks me over, smirks, then shakes his hair off on me while extending his hand out. I grab hold of it, and we take off.
We jump, and I look over at him. Pure joy parades over his face, as he looks at me with a gorgeous smile just before we hit the water. It's surprisingly warmer than the last time we were here. We splash around a bit before we climb back up the cliff. Luke pushes my ass as he helps me up. We reach the top and jump a few more times. We do a couple together and some by ourselves. Every time we go up the cliff, Luke is behind me, I'm sure to stare at my ass, but probably more for safety reasons in case I lose my footing or something. I am glad I can at least do it on my own now, even if it's under his watchful eye.
We sit down on the blanket, and I dab my face off with his towel. I look at Luke, and he's giving me a stare that causes me to lose myself in his eyes. He scoots closer to me and reaches behind my head with both his hands, then kisses me. I put my hands to his chest and kiss him back. He becomes aggressive with his tongue as we change positions with our heads, and he slowly lowers me to the blanket.
He uses his legs to spread mine apart as he brings his body between my legs and closer to me. We continue to kiss heavily as he runs his hand up and down my body. It's the most sensual feeling ever. I bring my knees up toward my face and slide my big toes into the waist of his briefs, then gently maneuver them down his hips, exposing his semi-flaccid penis, which falls across my stomach. I press my tongue farther into his mouth as I massage his faster with mine. I start to get worked up and want him unbelievably bad right now. He runs his hand under my bra and grabs hold of my breast, massaging and squeezing it lightly. His other hand removes his briefs then reaches back up to my panties as he grabs hold of the side and gently tugs them. I lift my hips as he slides them further down my body. My heart is beating faster at the thought of finally going all the way.
He puts my panties aside and lowers himself back between my legs. He inserts his finger inside me as he lets out a sigh through his nose and a slight moan into my mouth. He slowly moves his finger in and out as I squirm a little from the slight discomfort until I become wetter. He starts to move his finger faster in and out of me. My body starts to tingle, and my goosebumps heighten. I arch my back and moan into his mouth. My heart is beating fast, and my breathing has now become panting. He removes his finger and kisses me the deepest he ever has. He grabs himself and rubs his head up and down my clit before inserting his penis into me. I gasp as he presses himself into me slowly, letting out another sigh from his nose.
"FUCK!" he groans into my mouth.
Oh, my God, he's not stopping. He pushes farther into me; it hurts but feels amazing at the same time. He presses a little farther in before drawing himself back slowly then back in farther again. His pelvic thrusts are so satisfying despite being painful as well. I can feel myself stretch out as he moves in and out while I become wetter. The pain subsides a little but is still apparent as he begins to move in and out more quickly.
I let out a strange moan.
"Are you okay?" he whispers.
"Yea, it just hurts a little," I say while I breathe out another more sensual moan.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
I close my eyes, taking in the out of this world sex we are having and how he feels inside me. I begin to kiss him again, and we return to aggressively massaging each other's tongues. He starts to thrust his tumescent penis inside me harder and faster. It almost unbearable, but I'm too aroused to do anything about it. I dig my nails into his back.
"I'm going to cum!" he moans as his voice shudders.
He grabs his briefs and pulls out, grabbing hold of the head of his cock. He lays his head on my chest as he shakes and groans while ejaculating into his boxer briefs. I can feel the burning sensation from my vagina as it pulsates from being penetrated by a larger than average dick. He certainly has a huge one, and it's not like I've seen or been with a lot either. I lay there, catching my breath as Luke returns from his mini seizure.
Chapter Forty-One
After collecting himself, Luke lifts his head off my chest and kisses me softly.
"I'm sorry I didn't last very long. I am kind of embarrassed about it. It's been a while since I've had sex, quite a long while, and you felt awesome," he says, shyly.
I want to ask him how long it's been and how many people he's slept with, but part of me doesn't want to know the answer. I want to know if he's been with anyone since he's been here. I'm sure he has; going two years without sex is a long time. He may not have lasted long, which is fine, but we finally had our first time together.
"It's okay. It's been a while for me—too," I reply, still in shock, as we finally just had sex without being interrupted or stopping.
It was exactly how I imagined it would be, only better. Granted, it was mid-day, and we were out in the open where anyone could have easily stumbled upon us, yet it was magical—even though it was in the grass on a blanket.
Luke rolls himself off me, and I sit up next to him. I'm still a little tingly, even though I didn't climax, but I'm super sore. He hands me my panties, then asks if I'd pass him his pants. I slip on my panties and stand up to put my pants on. Luke has already put his pants on and rolls his cum-stained boxer briefs up in his towel. I slide my shirt over my head as Luke hugs me from behind. I stop what I'm doing and grab hold of his arms while he hugs me tight.
I help Luke fold up the blanket, and we head back down the path to his truck. The walk back is quiet. Neither of us speaks a word to each other. It's not an awkward silence but taking in what just happened between us, silence. I am not sure if he is as high on life as I am right now. I am jumping with joy, and I have goosebumps all over me. I feel closer to him, pleased, and content with everything. I hope he is feeling more than embarrassed or disappointed that he didn't last long.
I can't tell as he hasn't spoken to me since he asked for his pants and apologized for being quick on the trigger.
We reach his truck, and he opens my door for me. He smiles but doesn't say a word or kiss me. I watch him walk around his truck, opening the back door to put the blanket and his towel on the seat. Now, it's become a little awkward. I don't know what to say to ease this strange tension that's growing.
"Are you hungry?" he asks, while reaching his arm back over his headrest reverse his truck down the gravel road.
"Yes," I reply.
He's looking out the rear window as he continues down the road. He stops and turns us around to face forward. He stops the truck then looks at me.
"Will you stay the night with me?" he begs, with the most adorable puppy dog eyes.
I look at him like a lovesick little girl, give him a nod, then a big grin like an idiot.
"We can stop at your dad's so you can grab your stuff and shower, or you can shower at my house. I'll cook dinner on the grill," he discloses.
"Okay," I reply.
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nbsp; He smiles and turns up the music, then places his hand on my thigh. I look at him; I think I'm falling in love. I correct myself, because you do not fall in love with someone simply because you just had sex with them.
Chapter Forty-Two
We turn onto 2242 Old Hwy 15, making our way down the long driveway and past Jason's house. My phone buzzes, it's a text from Ris. I smile as I read her message. I was just thinking of her.
Just made it home. I had a great weekend, thanks for inviting me! Love you bitch. See you soon. *smiley face blowing a kiss emoji
"Ris made it home safely," I announce.
"That's good—long drive," Luke counters.
He parks in front of one of the large garage doors of the pole barn. We get out of his truck, and I follow him inside. We walk through his vehicles, toys, and past my dad's Ranchero to the back of the building. We walk through a door into his house, and he flicks on the light. The first room we enter is like a mudroom/entryway, where his footwear and jackets are displayed and a laundry area.
One side has a bench with a shelf above it lined with jackets and sweatshirts. Shoes and boots line the wall from the floor. A door to the outside is at the end of the room. The other side has a counter with a single long cabinet above it, and a stackable washer and dryer across from it. He keeps himself quite organized, and he's relatively tidy for a guy.
I follow Luke down a short hallway that ends with a small bathroom on the right and a fridge to the left. An open layout of the kitchen and living room comes into view. The design is somewhat like that of the cabin, but a bit bigger. Two doors lead off the end of the kitchen and living room.
Luke walks to the door off the living room and opens it. Once he turns on the light, I can see that it's his bedroom. It's quite a decent-sized bedroom. Plain but looks cozy. The walls are a very light tan, almost cream color. A queen-size bed and dresser seem to be the only furniture besides a bow rack, and a picture of a forest scene hung on the wall. A cute little closet with louvered doors is across from the bed.
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