Just as he slowly starts to pull it up, the phone rings. We both freeze, still nose to nose but staring intently into the others’ eyes. All the hang ups instantly flash in my mind but somehow I don’t think this call will be a hang up. I think this call is the declaration of the coming all-out war. Jackson will make good on his threats to Luke and his family. I know they’re in danger now because of me.
Luke’s arms wrap back around me and he holds me tightly. “I. Won’t. Leave.You. Andi. Even if youtellme to go.”
I reach over and pick up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“You. Bitch.”
Oh great, the evil foster mother.
“Funny. That’s the name we’ve given you,” I respond, like a true smartass.
“You will pay for this. You don’t know who you’re fucking with, little girl,” she hisses through the phone. Her voice is lowered to just above a whisper andthat makes me wonder why she’s not screaming like a banshee. Like she normally did.
A click and a dead line tells me she hung up on me. I chuckle a little and hang up the receiver while I tell Luke about that abrupt conversation. He looks worried.
“She hasn’t been involved until now. I wonder why not,” Luke states thoughtfully.
“I’m sure she saw the interview,”I say with a single shoulder shrug. “She couldn’tnotsay anything after I told everyone she knew what was happening in her house but didn’t care – that she actuallyencouragedit.”
“Maybe,” he says absently, but he’s looking away from me. I know he’s concerned about my safety.
The national network news broke into the local programming for a special story. Guess who it was about…..
“A Georgia woman appeared on a local talk show this morning and claims that she saw Speaker Jackson Rhoades raping a young girl when she was a foster child in his home. These claims are currently unsubstantiated but with a recent amendment to Georgia law to remove the statute of limitations on felony child abuse, Speaker Rhoades could be facing long-term prison time, if convicted.
Again, these are unsubstantiated claims at this time. A Georgia official, speaking anonymously, tells us that these claims are being taken very seriously and will be investigated to the fullest extent. We’ll wait to see if the Speaker will schedule a press conference to publically address these allegations. Stay tuned as we bring you live updates as they happen.”
And the three-ring circus begins. My phone starts ringing and this time I check the caller ID before picking it up. Unknown caller is always sent to the answering machine. One news station after the other leaves messages asking for an exclusive interview. Everyone wants to get the scoop first. Some offer money, others offer promises of fame and fortune, while others are just downright rude in demanding I pick up the phone because they know I’m home.
That is just creepy.
"I'm going to take my shower now," I announce, as nonchalantly as possible, as I rise from the couch. He looks at me with his eyebrows raised, eyes wide open and his sexy, half-grin. I know that gesture means he wants an invitation, so I grab his hand and tug on it.
He hops off the couch, throws me over his shoulder and takes the stairs two at a time. "I thought you'd never ask, woman!"
The water is hot but my man is hotter. He undresses me, opens the shower door and slowly backs me under the water while he melts me with his kisses. He pushes me back against the wall then his hand reaches under my leg to pull it up. My other leg joins it and now both are wrapped around his waist. His fingers trace the folds between my legs, and his tongue mimics the movements along my lips, as he teases and tempts me.
Two of his long, thick fingers plunge deep inside me. "Why are you always so wet for me, baby?" The deep, bass timbre of his whisper reverberates through my body and my hips move involuntary, grinding on his fingers.
"It's...what you....do...to me," I stammer out during the times I can actually breathe.
I feel the rumble through his chest when he groans in appreciation and desire. He removes his fingers and I feel his thickness rub against me, waiting for its turn. I lean my head back against the wall as his mouth takes my nipple, sucking until my nipple is hard, then he lightly rakes his teeth across it. The pleasure and pain mixture is such a turn on I can't hold in my approval.
"Oh God, Luke," I exclaim. Loudly.
"That's my girl," he says as he lowers my legs until my feet are on the shower floor. I'm so confused until he turns me around, wraps his arm around my waist and pushes me forward to bend me over. Have I mentioned how much I love it when he takes complete control and treats me like his rag doll? Oh yeah, I definitely do.
When my hands touch the floor, he thrusts into me from behind and the sensation of him inside me, stretching me wide open and hitting the top of my cervix makes me scream out his name. "Soak me, that's it, baby," he says as he continueshis welcome assault on me. Our combined moans, groans and words of love drown out the sound of the water sloshing between us. Luke increases his tempo, his fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place, as he commands me, "Come for me now, Andi. I want it now."
My responseis his name is screamed from the top of my lungs. Which, technically, is at my feet right now. But it's good. So good. I tighten my inner muscles and he moans my name when I feel his release into me, his warmth flooding me and his shaft pulsating inside me.
He melts me to my core.
Luke and I walk down the stairs and the sound of someone suddenly pounding on the front door makes me jump.
LUKE
