Luca returns, places a to-go bag and some coffee in paper cups on the table nearby, then drops into the other chair beside the table. “I ordered a few different options from Cracked Pirogue.”
My mom would love that café.
“Thanks,” I respond, looking out the window.
Luca moves from his chair, stooping down in front of me. “Talk to me. What do you need?”
Leaning forward, I mutter the words that I’ll more than likely regret later. “Make me forget.”
His palms rests on my thigh and firmly hold on as he says, “It won’t stay away.”
“Please. For now, just make it stop hurting.” I don’t want to think. I don’t want to dream. I don’t want to feel hollow.
His movements are hesitant, like he’s fighting to resist what he wants to do.
“Luca, please,” I beg.
I witness the second he gives in and begins to undress me.
As I lean back in the chair, he kisses down my stomach gradually. His fingers tenderly move between my thighs, slowly sliding inside me.
I grasp a handful of his hair firmly as I say, “You’re holding back. I said make me forget, not coddle me.”
His jaw clenches as he lowers his mouth back to me. His fingers slide inside me, his furious eyes on me as his mouth covers me, sucking in as his teeth nip my clit. His fingers plunge inside me, pumping hard as he consumes me. My head drops back, savoring the sensation of his face between my thighs as he kneels in front of me, bringing me to orgasm too fast.
Standing, he removes his shirt and pants. He guides me to get up then pushes me against the French doors. My hands press against the glass as he lifts my leg, forcing me to bend over. His fingers dig into my hip as he enters me with a hard, unforgiving thrust. When he nearly pulls out, he rams back into me, his hand controlling me as he brings me to meet his thrust. He moves his hands to my throat, gripping firmly as he pounds into me. “Get out of your head if that’s what you want. Come on my dick,” he demands.
“More. Harder,” I beg, and he complies as he pushes into me repeatedly, his movements wild and rough.
The pleasure and pain are exactly right as he declares, “It’s just us. That’s all that matters. Fuck everything else.” His body goes rigid, clinging to me he spills inside me as I float down from my own release. The thing about reaching the peak of pleasure is the only direction to go in afterward is down.
64
LUCA
“I don’t want to be here,” Brooke mutters as I feel Ivy wince. “Everyone keeps asking about Remy. I can’t answer without crying. And I don’t want to lie about it.”
“Just don’t say anything.” Micah drops down beside her. Everyone is sullen and silent for a change.
Brooke is the first to point it out. “It’s too quiet without him here. He was annoying and difficult, but he didn’t deserve to die.”
“No, he didn’t.” Cain stands and walks out of the cafeteria.
Ivy gets up from the table and clasps my sleeve before I follow behind her. The hallways are mostly clear as we make our way through the building until she pulls me into the library and we weave through the bookstacks towards the far wall. I already know what she’s doing. Every time something upsets her, she uses me to numb the pain.
And that’s exactly what her intention is. Her back crashes against the books as she pulls me against her. I reach under her skirt and grip her ass as I lift her. When she wraps her legs around me, I press her into the bookcase.
My mouth is on her neck, tasting her skin as I tease, “I’m starting to think you’re using me for my dick.”
“And you don’t mind a frigging bit.” Her frustration and impatience are clear as she tries to maneuver her hands to my pants.
“We could get caught.”
She laughs, unhooking her legs as she gets off me. “You don’t give any more of a fuck than I do about that. But if you have performance worries I can find someone who doesn’t.” She’s teasing, but the thought of someone else touching her is enough to make it too real.
“It’d be the last time they use their dick.”
She laughs. “At least their last time would be warm, wet, and tight from what I hear. So shut up and fuck me, please.”
