"Or shoved into something feet first," he said, tossing his shirt on the floor before he began working off his boots. "I also have one of the smallest beds in the house."
"Big enough for two," I assured him. "Do you have lube in this room yet?"
He pointed to the nightstand. "Cy said something about emergencies."
"Pretty sure he meant jacking off," I said as I kicked off my own shoes and then began to strip. "So, do you prefer to sleep on the wall or the edge?" Because unlike our other beds, Luke's room wasn't big enough to have space all the way around.
"I really don't care," Luke assured me. "Just know that Faith will wake us up in the morning."
"Then you can have the edge," I decided. "Means it'll be your bare ass she sees."
Never mind that the door was locked, so she couldn't just barge in. Ignoring that, I pushed my pants and underwear down together, kicked it all off my ankles, and stripped away my socks. I didn't even need to glance over to know that Luke was watching me. I could tell because the blood was already rushing to my dick, thrilled with this idea.
Once I was naked, I pulled back his covers and slid all the way over to the wall. Only when I was covered again did I dare to look up. Those beautiful green eyes of his were watching me, and there was something hungry in them - and a little nervous. The strange thing was that I understood. We'd never slept together before. Yes, we've had sex, but we hadn't fallen asleep and woken up in the same bed.
Our entire relationship had been built on sneaking around and making out in dark corners. Oddly, that had forced us to spend more time talking, learning each other's minds even more than our bodies. My eyes dropped down Luke's bare chest, then lingered on the bulge in his tight jeans. Yeah, it seemed neither of our bodies had any problem with this arrangement. He was as hard as I was.
Luke flicked out the light before removing his pants. That didn't really hide his hard-on, though. I could still see the shadow of him - and it - as he crossed the room. The man eased himself into bed beside me, and for a moment we both lay with a foot of space between us.
"The walls are thin," he said softly, his voice a deep, velvety rumble.
"Mm, but does the bed creak?" I asked. "Because we might just have to cuddle a little."
He breathed out a relieved laugh. "Um, no. Well, not too bad. I also haven't really fucked anyone in here." Then he reached out to find my arm, following that until he made it to my hand. "Why am I suddenly nervous?"
"Because this makes us real," I said, my own words barely more than a whisper. "No more having to hide how I feel about you."
"I keep waiting for the bad part," he admitted.
I gasped in mock-offense. "Are you calling me bad?"
He chuckled. "No. Not at all. Just figured it was another one of my redneck ideas, you know?"
"Not at all," I admitted.
"I mean, a little kink is fine. It's fun. Everybody does it," he explained, "but it's not the sort of thing you tell your parents or let your daughter know about. I just feel like we kinda fall in that category."
"Fucking a man?" I asked.
"And a woman, and another man," he clarified. "I mean, I've been psyching myself up to people knowing that I take it up the ass, so I'm pretty good there. Prostate orgasms, right?"
I scooted in and poked him in the belly with my free hand. "Has Cy been showing you tricks or something?"
He yipped out a muffled noise and jerked away from my poke. "I would like to remind you about that time in Violet's shower."
"Violet's been pegging you?" I teased, trying to jab him again.
But Luke let go of my arm to grab my waist, digging his fingers right into the soft spot. "That was you," he hissed.
And he hit me just right to make me squirm. I barked out one laugh before I could clamp my mouth shut, but it wasn't easy. He was relentless, tickling me without mercy.
"Shh," I breathed at him. "Luke! We're supposed to be quiet."
His hands finally stopped, but only because he wrapped his arms around me. "Oh, Ash..." he whispered, pressing his brow to mine.
I slid both of my hands up his chest. "Please don't ever change," I begged before tilting my face up and kissing him again.
The fire was still right there, waiting, but it wasn't out of control. This time it burned like a comfortable warmth as he pressed in to kiss me back. I could feel the roughness of his beard against my lips and loved it. Our tongues slid against each other as we both tried to thrust into the other's mouth. Then he pressed his hips against mine, crushing our hard dicks together.
