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  "What is there to talk about?" I scuff.

  "Talk about what just happened," he counters.

  "I don't want to know what's going on between you and her, I just want to go to work," I say, then turn away, heading down the hallway.

  Luke follows me. I stop, turn to him, there's anger in my face and voice.

  "Please, go get dressed, or I will walk down to Jason's for a ride."

  He looks at me like he's about ready to either punch the wall or cry. I'm not sure which one it is, as I'm not sure if I know who he is at all. I thought I did not too long ago, well that I was getting to know him at least. I know I should hear him out, but with my mindset the way it is right now, I won't hear what he has to say anyway. I'm not even sure if an explanation can fix things right now. I need time to process everything.

  "Can we please talk about this, please?" Luke begs.

  "I don't want to," I shout and walk away.

  I look back at him as he turns and walks back down the hallway. I put on my boots and head out into the pole barn. I walk over to my dad's Ranchero and remove the sheet that covers it. I open the passenger side door, slide myself into the driver's seat, and sit down. I rest my arms on the steering wheel, lay my head in between them, and stare at the floor

  Chapter Forty-Five

  The ride to the shop is unusually silent; not even one song plays on the radio. I stare out the window the entire way to work. We pull into the parking lot, and I get out as soon as I can. I hear Luke say my name, but I ignore him. I walk straight back to the offices, not acknowledging anyone on the way there, even if they say hi or good morning to me. I want to be left alone. I'm relieved when I see Maureen is not at her desk. I proceed to my dad's office, close the door, and lock it behind me. I walk over to his couch and sit down. I need a few moments to myself. I run my hands through my hair as I bend the top half of my body toward my thighs, looking at the floor.

  Luke and I are not together as there has never been any dating talk or talk about having a relationship. It was merely just sex, and he is sleeping with other people. I am only one of those people on his list. I was overthinking and got overexcited, thinking he wanted to be with me exclusively. I need to stop thinking there was more to the situation than that. I need to let go of what I feel for him and focus on finishing the remodeling of my dad's office, hiring a new secretary, and getting back to my life in the city. Luke has clouded my head long enough, and I need to get back on track.

  I call Ris, but of course; she doesn't answer. I need to talk to her right now; she would set me straight. I'm sure she is getting ready for work or on her way there and has the music blaring in her car. I will text her a short-summarized bit.

  Hey Ris, call me when you get a chance. I really need to talk. I had sex with Luke twice yesterday and stayed the night with him at his place. Bridget came by this morning and flipped out on him because he did not go to her house her last night. Also, I want to talk about how he's fucking us both. I'm freaking out. Love you.

  I get off the couch and dawdle to my dad's desk, power on his computer, and grab my coffee cup. I didn't get coffee or eat any of the deliciously appetizing breakfast that Luke made me this morning. I walk into Maureen's office, and she is on the phone; I smile and wave at her as I pass by. There is coffee in the breakroom, but I don't feel like running into Luke right now. I want to avoid him for the rest of the day. My stomach growls, I'm hungry but not in the mood to eat. I put a french vanilla cappuccino into the customer Keurig machine. As the water heats for brewing, I look out the window watching traffic as it passes by.

  The steam sounds and gurgles as it's ready to brew my cup. I press start then hear the door from Maureen's office open and close. I turn around to see Luke walking toward me. He is wiping his hands on a rag, his work shirt is unbuttoned, and his hat is backward. He looks delicious but distressed.

  "I don't want to discuss this morning with you at work," I tell him sternly.

  He says nothing and keeps walking toward me. I stand there staring at him, and he continues walking. He stops with a finger worth of space between us. I look at his chest, which is at my eye level, then look up at him. His eyes are glossy and reveal so much pain behind them. They look so sincere that I can't help but feel sorry for him. I look back and forth between them as they do not change their appearance.

  "I'm falling in love with you," Luke chokes out.

  He looks as though he will start crying any minute. My mood shifts from anger into concern over the sadness in his eyes. Luke brings his hands up toward my face and places them on my cheeks.

  "I mean it, Ali," he whispers earnestly.

  His eyes lock in on mine, and he kisses me. His kiss is passionate. I can feel the raw emotion behind it as well as the words he spoke. I look into his eyes.

  "I'm falling in love with you too," I reply as a single tear leaves my eye and rolls down my cheek.

  I am, undeniably so. He kisses me again, wiping away my tear with his thumb, and we hug each other tightly. We break free from each other, and I grab my coffee. Luke and I walk to my dad's office. I close the door and sit down on the couch.

  "I'm not sleeping with Bridget. I've slept with her, yes, but not sexually," he begins to say.

  I don't interrupt him; I let him talk. He sits down next to me and continues talking about his relationship with Bridget.

  "We've stayed the night with each other a few times but have never had sex. We've had some gnarly make-out sessions, and she's given me head twice. The last girl I had sex with was a friend from Colorado that I would meet up with every few months. The last I saw of her was over seven months or so ago. Bridget and I stayed together the night before your father's Will reading. She was drinking with Jason that night then ended up at my house. She slept in my bed, and I slept on the couch," he continues.

  "I told her the next morning I wasn't interested in her the way she is in me. She found out about us and called me while I was at your house the other day, and I told her I like you. She's been inviting herself over and asking me to come over almost every day since. I don't reply to her calls or texts or show up. I was supposed to go there last night to change the oil in her car but wanted to be with you instead," Luke finishes.

  He takes out his phone and shows proof of the messages from last night, explaining the one I saw this morning. The rest of the texts asked if he was coming to change her oil. I believe him now as I know how she can be when it comes to a guy, more so with one that doesn't want her the way she wants him. I've watched how crazy obsessed she can get and the shit she did to Jason when we were in High School.

  I'm glad Luke came clean and was honest, so we can move forward from the entire Bridget drama.

  Chapter Forty-Six

  It's always more complacent showering in your own home, not that my shower at Luke's wasn't enjoyable. My mind fades into dreariness, and everything becomes a foggy illusion. The hot water calms me, and I can do my best thinking; it's very therapeutic.

  Work sped by today after my early morning talk with Luke, clearing the air over Bridget and her whorish antics. He told me everything about his past sex life, even the last time he had sex before me. He also confessed that he's falling in love with me.

  A little over a week is relatively soon to be falling in love with someone, but I feel the same way. I do, because he makes me feel different about myself and life in general. I don't put myself first as much since I've been infatuated with him. Things seem to have more meaning now, and there's more to life than being focused on sheltering myself from the world and those I care about most.

  Ris called me back on her morning break, and I told her everything, including my amazing sexcapades with Luke yesterday and what happened with Bridget this morning. She wants to claw her face off, to put it nicely. Ris said that she can usually call a guy's bluff because men lie to get what they want, well, so do women, but she wholeheartedly believes Luke. She called Bridget every term for "slut" you can think of, and that she will
be a problem since she can't take a hint.

  I leave soon for Milwaukee, and I'm excited, yet apprehensive, about the trip. I don't want to leave Luke where Bridget is hot on his trail, and I don't want to be forced to face Troy once he finds out that I'm back for a few days. I need to get in and out when I get to Facade. If only Luke could come with me, then I could relax a little, and my mind would be somewhat at ease.

  I'm pretty sure I've been in here almost an hour, just rambling over my thoughts. I'm surprised the water is still hot; usually, if I take longer than my regular twenty-minute shower, the water starts to turn lukewarm then slowly runs cold. I should get out anyway; Luke will be back from his house anytime to stay the night. I don't have to worry about cooking dinner; we ate at Mary's. I'd be wasting my time trying to one-up the exquisite dinner he made me last night. The spaghetti I made him was no match for his cooking talents. Popcorn and a movie sound perfect right now anyway.

  I step out of the shower; my fingertips are starting to prune. My skin is red and splotchy. I can see the steam lift from my arms and head in the lightly fogged mirror. I dry my hair and body, then let the towels slump to the floor. I look over my naked body in the mirror before applying lotion. I don't harshly rip apart my body as I have done every time before. I stare into the mirror, imagining Luke's hands running up and down my naked body, and I can feel goosebumps rise as I continue staring at myself. I can feel the touch of his soft yet calloused worked hands, the warmth behind them, and the heightened stimulation they bring.

  Luke opens the door, and I snap my head toward him. He stares at me as I stand before him, completely naked with damp hair. His bottom lip falls open as he takes in the sight of me. I walk toward him, stopping within inches of our bodies touching. I cannot even describe what he's wearing right now because I'm so ready to tackle him, my blinders are on. I put my hands under his shirt then grab hold of the bottom, lifting it up. He grabs the back of his shirt from behind his neck and pulls it over his head. I run my hands up his rock-hard abs as I start to push him back into the hall. He brings his hand up and puts a finger under my chin, lifting my head toward his. He bends down and kisses me, and I dive right in his mouth with my tongue. I bring my hands down to his pants as we stop against the wall in the hall. I slide the zipper down, still passionately kissing him while standing on my tiptoes.

  I reach my hand down his pants, grabbing hold of his semi-erect penis. I want to feel it grow in my mouth, so I part from our kiss and travel my way down his chiseled body, licking and kissing almost every inch of it. I get to his stomach and blow a raspberry just over his bellybutton. I look up at him and smile; he giggles slightly then watches as I take a knee and slide his pants and briefs down. His penis flings in excitement from his briefs, almost smacking me in the face. It seemed that it was primed ready to surprise me. I grab hold of it, he's a little more than semi-hard now. I lick my lips as I look up at Luke, staring at me with eager eyes. I spread my lips apart and maneuver his dick into my mouth, tracing the head of his penis with my tongue a few times.

  I can hear him let out a deep moan. I begin to take his growing penis farther into my mouth, making lights sucks, as I tease him by backing off it entirely then bringing it back into my mouth. He grabs my hair, and I know he's wanting more than my playful teasing. He is fully erect now, and it's challenging to keep my mouth around his huge cock, but I try my best. I bring my hand to his shaft as I make figure-eight movements and follow suit with my head as I move back and forth, just shy of halfway down his throbbing penis. He grips tighter on my hair, and his moans become more frequent. I move faster with my hand as I continue bobbing up and down. I can feel his legs tense, and tiny jolts flicker from his abdomen.

  "Stop, STOP!" Luke whisper shouts in a crackling voice.

  He pulls my hair to remove my mouth from around him, then bends down and grabs my arm, bringing me to my feet. He reaches under my ass and pulls me onto his hips. He looks into my eyes then takes off toward my bedroom. He lays me down on my bed, removing his pants and boxer briefs, then crawls on top of me and begins to kiss me. He inserts his finger in me. Instant tingles arise throughout my body as I am already aroused. He does a few slow in and out movements then speeds up until I'm wet.

  He takes his finger out of me and slides his huge cock inside me. Every time he enters me for the first time, the feeling that travels throughout my body is out of this world. I immediately feel an indescribable sensation, where I want to scream. It's orgasmic!

  "You're so fucking tight and soaking wet," he groans.

  He pulls out and flips me over, quickly sliding himself back in. I lean my upper body down toward the bed and raise my back end toward his chest. Luke grabs hold of my hips, slowly sliding into me from behind. Oh my God, the way he feels from this position sends me into instant shakes, and my jaw begins to chatter heavily. I can tell he's not in very far yet, as he can barely go over halfway when he's on top before I'm in a lot of pain. He slides in deeper, and the pain starts to build slowly. I try to bear through it as he feels unbelievable in this position. Luke begins to pick up the speed, and my body goes numb. I orgasm, and he must be able to tell because he fucks me harder.

  "Owe, owe! Stop!" I scream as I tighten my thighs and push at him.

  "Too far in?" he questions me.

  "Yea!" I say, trying to catch my breath.

  "I won't go that far in, okay?" he says.

  I nod, and he keeps going. He thrusts faster and faster; our skin slaps against each other. I get an intense tingly numb feeling again, then start to convulse. I arch my back toward Luke and throw my head up. I let out a series of moans as I orgasm again. He grips my hips tight and starts to shake as he pumps faster. I can feel the entire bed move. He pulls out, coming all over the small of my back as he groans uncontrollably and brings his upper body to rest against my back. We fall to my bed, desperate to catch our breath.

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  I draw a somewhat perfect line of black over my top eyelid. It's not as perfect as the one I drew on my other eye but close enough. It's so hard to make your eyes match. The black liner makes the green in my eyes pop, or so I've been told. My green eyes are my best feature. I receive a lot of compliments over their shape, color, and overall appearance from family, friends, and strangers, yet Luke has not said anything at all about them. I shouldn't be one to talk; I haven't said anything about his to him either.

  His eyes are so different. The color itself is fascinating. I've never seen the color of his eyes before. The bluish-green hue is like the colors seen in the Caribbean ocean, crystal clear and crisp though soft and dreamy. When he looks into my eyes, I melt and lose myself. I turn submissive and vulnerable under his gaze.

  The past few days with him have been very unforgettable. We kept it low key yesterday after work. We changed the oil in my car and checked all the fluids. It was fun working together like I used to do with my dad. He slept over, but we didn't have sex last night or this morning because I was sore from the night before.

  Luke got up before me this morning; he made us breakfast and called into work for the first part of the day to hang out with me before I go. He's changing my windshield wipers right now as I get ready. Although, I would like to have sex before I leave for Milwaukee in a few hours. I would be sore driving, and it would make for an uncomfortable five hours, but it'd be worth it.

  I finish my makeup when Luke walks in the doorway of the bathroom. He leans in, watching me as I start curling my hair. I love how he looks at me.

  "You going to watch me get ready?" I ask.

  "Yes, you look sexy standing there in just your bra and panties," he says.

  He looks me up and down with a stare that makes me weak in the knees. I roll my eyes at him and continue to curl my hair. He walks over to me and stands behind me, staring in the mirror; I stare back at him and smile. He puts his hands on my hips and kisses the nape of my neck.

  "Stop it," I giggle, moving my head away from him. "You're going to ma
ke me burn myself."

  Luke grabs my curling iron and puts it down on the counter of the sink, returning his hand to my hip. I put my hands on the sink, leaning into them, and stare at him in the mirror. He stares back at me with a devilish smirk. I watch him in the mirror as he brings his hands up the sides of my body, then slowly under my bra, grabbing hold of my breasts. I love it when he touches me; I instantly receive an embodied sensation.

  I look at him as he stares back at me. He looks at his hands on my breasts as he gently begins to massage them and lightly pinches my nipples. They become hard as I start to feel tingly down in my lady bits. He knows how to turn me on. I want to do dirty things to him right now, but I don't want to get all sweaty before I leave. I look away from what he is doing to me to his eyes; he's staring at me now, seductively. I bite my lower lip and watch him bring one of his hands back down my body, tucking his fingers under my panties, exposing only his thumb. He leans forward toward me and inserts a finger inside me; I gasp slightly as I look up at him. He watches his hand move in my panties and looks at me. I've never watched myself get fingered before, and it's so hot.

  My breathing goes heavy, and I watch his hand move faster and faster in my panties. I drop my head down and grip tightly onto the sink, breathing heavier as my heart starts to pound. I look up at him in the mirror when he removes his other hand from my breast and down to his pants. Not skipping a beat from penetrating me with his finger, he unzips his pants and pulls out his turgescent phallus. Holy shit!

  He brings that hand into my panties and slides a finger in me, moving it in and out a few times in sync with his finger from his other hand, before removing it. He rubs his finger up and down his cock then grabs hold of it. He begins to jerk off while fingering me in front of the mirror. I'm more intrigued in watching him masturbate than I am in him, pleasuring me, causing me to become even more aroused.