Heat flashes through me at the thought of it, and Luke’s smile falls as he drops back onto the couch.
“Why don’t we watch a movie? Since you’ve got your hands full,” he says hurriedly.
I nod before I start crunching away, except now it’s so fucking awkward that every single bite sounds louder than my car.
Even though Luke chats and laughs as he picks the movie, his voice is too strained. I don’t miss the way he jerks, how his muscles tense up, and how he keeps licking his lips nervously.
Sitting next to him like this gives me space to look at him more closely. I love how the line of his neck leads down to his slight collarbones and disappears under his loose T-shirt, and how I’m still wondering if there are any piercings he’s hidden from me. I want to know what the ridges of his spine feel like, and to see the sweep of his hips, and learn how tightly his thighs would press against my ears as I suck—
“Hey!” Luke calls, looking straight at me with a curious expression. “Are you watching?”
“Yes, sorry, what?” I say, blinking quickly to get rid of my stupid daydream. Like that would ever help. It doesn’t matter how much I try to chase them away; those fucking images keep coming back.
“You still haven’t finished your food. I’m not letting you watch any more of this movie until you’ve swallowed the last bean.” His eyebrow arches, glancing at the bowl before he turns back to the screen.
I still crunch away, staring at him, which just makes it worse.
“Er, okay…” he says after another minute of awkward silence. “Maybe weshouldkeep watching the movie…” he says with a weird laugh that’s definitely my fault.
I don’t know how to fix it. I need to stop staring at him, but I’m still wound up from the conversation and argument with Kane earlier today, and I want some comfort.
Are betas always so smooth? I’m sure I could trace every line of his body, and I wouldn’t find a rough edge. I wonder how much he could take as well. He’s always stubborn, at least when it comes to my diet. So how much would I need to do to make him gasp and bend and say he can’t take any more before I give it to him harder?
I lean over my bowl, nearly groaning. I want to hide my face in it, but I settle for putting it on top of my lap to try to hide my hard-on and focus on the movie.
Timber
“Have you finished yet?” Luke asks after a good ten minutes, peering over my lap to get a look at the bowl, which makes everything worse.
I need something to distract my cock, so I say the first thing that pops into my head.
“Why don’t you come away with us?”
Luke pauses his inspection. “What are you talking about?”
“Our away games. We’ve got two next week. Come with the team, and you can cook for me and make sure I’m getting everything I need.”
There’s a strange moment where Luke’s mouth parts, his gaze drops to my lips and then my chest, before he pauses. The tension ramps up again as his gaze sweeps over me.
“Is that a no?” I ask after a painfully long pause.
“No, it’s…” He clears his throat. “I wasn’t going to bring it up with you, to be honest.”
“What’s wrong?”
His shoulders hunch as if he’s nervous, which makes me even more tense.
“Well, actually, a friend of mine is going into heat in a few weeks, and she’s asked me to come and help out. So, I was going to stay with her when you’re away.”
Wrongness swells in my body, sinking into me as Luke chews his lip ring again.
“I’ll be back before you return from your games, so I won’t inconvenience you or anything. It’s just to make sure she’s got company. I’ll send you away with all the meals you need as well, so you won’t need to worry about that.”
I’ve frozen, not sure how to react, because the idea of Luke being with someone else is…
“Are you going to sleep with her?”
His brows scrunch together, which I take as an instant yes.
