“Shit, I want to be greeted just like this every time I walk into a room. Only it has to be you doing the greeting.”
I lowered my feet to the ground and pressed up against him. His cock was hard behind the fly of his jeans. “Thought you’d never get here.” I kissed his neck again. “I almost started without you.”
He took hold of my waist, pushed me back and gazed down at me. “Promise you’ll never start without me unless I’m here to watch it.”
I laughed. “There’s something a little twisted about the logistics of that. But you’d like that, huh?”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he said deeply.
“Hmm,” I tapped my chin teasingly. “Well, I’m all about the fuck yeah stuff.” I strolled slowly over to my dresser and reached inside for a condom package. I laid it on the top of the dresser. Then I peered seductively back at him over my shoulder. He stood in the center of the room looking as breathtaking as always. The glimmer of sadness in his expression had morphed into the hunger of desire. A look I much preferred to see.
I took hold of the dresser with one hand, spread my legs slightly and then I reached down between my legs. I stroked my throbbing clit and pushed my ass out farther with each stroke. I was slick with need and what I needed was Luke.
His footsteps pounded the wood plank floor, and my head spun as he neared me. Heat radiated from his body, and I could hear every breath he took. The zipper on his fly buzzed and he reached for the condom. He hadn’t touched me yet, but I continued to massage my pussy with my fingertips in eager anticipation.
He leaned his mouth next to my ear. “Do you know what you do to me, Evangeline?” His tongue traced along my earlobe.
I pushed my ass out farther, but he still hadn’t put his hands on me. “God, Luke, this is torture. Touch me, damn it. Fuck me before I die from wanting you.”
He pushed his mouth lightly against my ear. “Do you really want me?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. I pulled my hand from between my legs, but he grabbed hold of my wrist and pressed it back again.
“No, don’t stop. I’m so fucking turned on watching you—” His control dissolved. He wrapped his hand in my hair and tugged it so that my head dropped back some. Then he wrapped it around his wrist and held it tightly as he grasped my hip with the other hand. His grip was rough, almost punishing, and I wanted him desperately.
Luke tilted my ass out and pushed his hard cock deep inside my waiting pussy. I cried out in relief as he filled me again and again. He pulled my hair slightly and held me with a vice grip as he pushed deeper inside of me. His fingers nearly bruised my flesh as he yanked me against him.
I clutched the dresser to keep from collapsing to the ground and then we moved faster, slamming rhythmically into each other. He groaned in climax just as my pussy clenched around him. My entire body shuddered in his grasp. His touch gentled as he pulled me back against his hard chest.
“I can’t tell you how badly I needed that, how badly I needed you when I walked over here,” he said quietly.
I spun around and faced him. “Did my grandfather do something?”
He shook his head. “Let’s not bring him up. I’ve got you naked in my arms, and that’s the only damn thing I need.” He took my hand and walked me to the bed. We stretched out on the quilt, and I turned my back to him and he pulled me into his arms. Even after what we’d just done, there was an icy tension surrounding him.
I took hold of his hand and pulled his arm tighter around me. His chest pressed against my back, and he kissed my shoulder. The light kiss had a touch of hopelessness to it.
“What’s wrong, Luke? I mean other than all the obvious stuff. What’s the old man up to now?” He didn’t answer. “Uh, I’ve lived with him my whole life. Nothing you can say will shock me.”
“Has he always been in the arms dealing business?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer. Sometimes I worried that Luke would become so repulsed by my grandfather that he would decide to have nothing to do with me either. I had to remind myself that all of this was an act on his part. He wasn’t truly a part of my sordid world. To me he was a new world, a world I was much more suited for. “He’s done some pretty shady stuff for money. Drugs, guns, prostitutes. I try to pretend it’s not happening. Otherwise I’ll end up like my mom.”
The silence that followed was thick with questions, his and mine. He started with his and I hadn’t expected it. At least not yet.
“If you had to choose, Angel, if you had to choose between staying here with him or leaving with me . . .?