I knew all I needed was one touch and the epic orgasm that had been building would be free.
I'd be free.
I bounced slower, gyrating my hips, looking for the friction my clit needed for release. I moaned with the unbearable need building inside me.
"Please, Luke," I begged. "I want to come." I didn't know I had this ability. To open my body to so many climaxes.
My back pressed against his chest. The sweat from our bodies gliding between us. My tits jutted forward, aching from the attention his greedy fingers gave them. And my swollen clit hummed and throbbed. It pulsed with demand.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice deep and gruff in my ear.
It wasn't as if I'd never done that before. But never in front of someone.
I drifted one hand from his neck and settled it between my heated folds. Holy shit I was wet. I moaned when my fingertips brushed against the swollen nub.
"Fuck me baby while you show me how you make yourself come," he ordered.
I inhaled for air before my fingers deftly strummed over the tight bud that had me in intoxicating pain. I was mindless with lust and greed for his body. I wanted to show him I could be a fucking hellcat.
My breasts bobbed wildly. My thighs tightened. I arched my back into the planes of Luke's chest. He nipped my ear between his teeth, coaxing me to come harder and faster.
"Fuck me," he growled. "Show me how you like to touch that sweet pussy of yours."
"Ohh, Luke." I threw my head back, knowing I was lost. Lost to his commands. Lost to the pleasure he gave me. Lost to the new addiction I had found.
I couldn't hold on to a single thread of gravity. The most epic orgasm of my life had started unraveling in my body. It was intense and mind-blowing. I loved sex with him. It was everything sex was supposed to be.
Luke roared over my shoulder as he picked me up and slammed me again on his length. I screamed his name, knowing he had peaked too. The warmth of my arousal slid down my thigh. Our heavy breathing slowed. I leaned into his chest-this time with a quiet connection.
His chest heaved with a giant breath and we worked to untangle our knees so we could lie down. I flopped onto the pillow with a silly grin on my face. There was no doubt what we had just done was worth a missed flight home.
"Fuck."
I heard the alarm in Luke's voice.
I sat upright. "What's wrong?"
The look on his face scared the shit out of me.
"The condom broke."
16
Luke
I looked at the shredded rubber still attached to my dick. The end had blown off. No fucking way. I hopped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door. I needed a damn minute to think alone. I flushed the remnants and started the shower.
My first instinct was to sue the fucking condom manufacturer. I always bought the same magnum, extra ribbed, extra thin. Those babies were my fucking go-to.
My second instinct to ask Alexa about her birth control. A girl like that had to be on the pill.
I heard a tap on the door.
"Luke?"
"Yeah, getting in the shower." I ran both my hands over my head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Ok, can I join you?" Her sweet voice was muffled through the door.
I turned the latch. She stood in front of me, holding the sheet to her chest. Her blue eyes cut to my soul. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and threaded it through the rack for her.
Without a word she walked inside the double shower while I held the door open for her. The floor was made from river rocks I'd had brought in from the Hill Country. It was a reminder of home. When things were easier. When I could float down the river in a tube with a cold beer and a bunch of friends.
"Even your shower is gorgeous." She looked around at the tile.
"Err, thanks."
The sex was fucking out of this world. So intense. So powerful. I'd wanted to fuck her so badly I'd blown through the damn condom. I shouldn't have been so surprised. We were rough and hungry for each other. I'd never fucked another woman with such fervent passion. Never.
For the first time in my life I'd agreed to have a relationship-some kind of relationship. And now I was standing in the shower looking into the ocean blue eyes of a girl I might have knocked up.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. "The condom thing?"
I could be a complete dick and act like everything was fine when we both knew it wasn't, or I could act like a man and hit this head on.
I shrugged. "You're on the pill, right? I'm not too worried." Deflection and lies-my real go-to.
She bit her lip as the rainfall droplets fell from the showerhead, splashing our shoulders.
"Sort of. Not regularly." She didn't look as freaked out as I felt.
"Shit."
"You're right though. It's probably fine. The chances are so small and I doubt I'm even in that window. I'll take one as soon as we get out of the shower."
"But when did you take the last one?" I sounded like her damn doctor.
I didn't know shit about women's bodies other than how to make them come harder and more times than they ever had.
She twisted those pretty suckable lips together.
"Four days? Maybe five?"
"Hell."
Her fingertips pressed into my forearm. For a second it steadied me. "It was one time, Luke. We're fine."
"Yeah." I let the ice-cold death grip that had seized my lungs go. "Yeah, we're fine."
Alexa acted like everything was ok. She shampooed her hair and lathered up with soap. If she wasn't freaking out, neither was I. There was no way she was pregnant. No way she had my baby inside her.
Instead of turning me off the thought made my cock rigid. I looked down to see my erection grow between us. It was the last thing I wanted-the last thing I needed. A baby. But the idea that I had fucked her so deeply was the hottest shit I'd ever thought about. I gazed at her flat belly.
"Do you think we could order some real food?" she asked. "I'm starving and maybe still a little buzzed from the bourbon, or maybe it was the sex." She smiled playfully.
"We could go out," I suggested.
She eyed me. "I don't want to sound like a bitch, but I was serious earlier. I can't be seen with you Luke. I want to stay." Her eyes dropped innocently. "I want to be here with you, but I don't know if my brand can survive you."
I chuckled. It was as if she had called me a vampire or even something more toxic like a werewolf. My bite wasn't that bad.
I gripped her chin and tilted her lips toward me. "I get it, baby."
I kissed her, sucking the air from her, while she ground her hip against my thigh. I didn't need the fucking drama either. Charlie was going to have to come up with another way to build my new choir boy image.
"Really?" Her eyes darted back and forth.
"Damn." My hands slid over her slick wet curves. "Just how long did you want to extend your stay in Austin?" I cupped her ass like I owned it. After the past twenty-four hours, I was damn sure I did. I owned every inch of this woman's body.
17
Alexa
We sat in front of Luke's fireplace on the floor. There were more boxes of Chinese food than I'd ever seen. He had ordered everything on the menu. He wasn't shy about eating. I knew athletes had voracious appetites and he showed me just how true that was. It was the opposite for me. I had to watch every calorie. Every carb.
I stuck my chopsticks into the box of sticky rice at the same time he reached for some.
"Hey." I batted him away, giggling. He jabbed back at me.
The food was good. My stomach had finally stopped growling. I thought Luke felt bad about starving me for so long, but he made up for it with amazing sex. It was a better staple around her than having cereal or bread on hand.
When the delivery driver dropped off the order, I made sure to stay out of sight. I felt like an outlaw, hiding behind the blinds. Ignoring Jake's calls. Disappearing while I sorted everything out with Luke.
His oversized Warriors T-shirt draped off my shoulder. I had washed and dried the only underwear I had and sat with him with nothing else on.
He pressed the remote to change the music station. He liked the acoustic stuff.
"If you could only pick one, who would you say your favorite country singer is?" I asked.
He popped the rest of a spring roll between his lips.
"Hmm. That's fucking hard to answer. You can't put limits out there like that."
"Only one." I eyed him. I liked games like this.
"Well, we both know you're out." He winked. "Unless you open the category up to which country singer I want in my bed."
"I'm not on the list of choices. Come on, tell me." I scooped more rice onto my plate. "You obviously love this music. You have to have a favorite. Who is it?"
Luke set his plate on the hearth and extended his muscular legs until he was standing. I watched him stroll to the other side of the room, stoop, and open the door to a wooden cabinet.