With a clenched jaw, he quietly moaned and unloaded into my mouth. I swallowed it all, sighing around his hot length as my own orgasm obliterated the last of my good sense. I shook. Ishivered. Overwhelmed with his spend dripping down my throat as mine pulsed freely.
Luke pulled free, trembling. A dot of come clung to his tip. I opened my mouth and waited, greedy for every drop. Luke smirked and wiped the last dollop on my tongue.
“Did you make a mess on the floor?”
I bit my lip and glanced at the puddle of jizz. “Sorry, not sorry.”
Luke snickered and helped me to stand. “Are you okay?”
I was. I really was. I nodded and said, “You?”
“Mostly, I think,” he said with a tired sigh and a sated grin. “But I need more of this. More of you replacing everything else I don’t want in my life. I need this intimacy I’ve denied myself. I worry it will be too much. You …” He searched my eyes. “You’ve opened the door for me.”
The closet door. I understood completely.
“Can you handle that?” he asked. “I mean, if I’m needy and curious and”—a bright shade of pink flushed his face—“adventurous?”
“Pfft. Can I handle it?” I chuckled. “Shit, yeah. I need loads of ‘intimacy.’ I’m a horny teenager, remember? We do it like rabbits, so I’ve heard.” I winked, and Luke laughed. A full laugh that told me more than his words.
I made him happy.
Holyfuck.Lukewaskilling me, or at the least, testing my restraint. Granted, I considered myself to have a shit ton of patience, but this was pulling on my reserves.
It’d been two weeks since I had my hands on him, and a car show was where he chose to reunite? Huge production, sure, but I’d hoped for something a bit more intimate. A bit more me getting my mouth on Luke’s cock and less me keeping my distance for hours.
With finals over, the dorms emptied for Winter Break, and I’d packed a bag and moved home. Weird, not gonna lie. Home would always be a place of acceptance, but more and more, it didn’t hold the same permanence it once had. I’d become a visitor.
Nevertheless, Christmas was its usual event of new toys and clothes and useful items covered in enough wrapping paper we could encase the entire house with it. The only thing out of the ordinary was the quiet Christmas night we spent with Ben’s dad. Barely a shadow of the man was left. Still, he had a smile for us grandkids.
When Luke texted me with this invite—hands down, my favorite gift—I’d said my goodbyes to everyone and planned to spend a few days of my break at Aunt Penny’s. A second home, but more importantly, a home closer to Luke.
The weather had officially moved into hard winter. The sky was clear, thank goodness, but the open field before me did little to stop the wind from piercing through my jeans or crawling inside the neck of my sweater.
Areas had been roped off for parking, toilets, and food trucks. This thing went into the afternoon, when they would announce prizes for best in show and others. A big deal, by the turnout. This wasn’t pretty cars lining the Walmart parking lot over in Hickory Cove. Rows and rows and rows of cars and trucks glinted in the morning sun.
However, all of those rambling thoughts would have to take a back seat.
As soon as I’d arrived, I called Luke, who gave me directions to where he was parked. As ever, his spotless Range Rover put the other cars to shame, as if it should be on show today, but it was the man standing next to it with two cups of coffee who I couldn’t stop staring at.
My dark shades hid my perusal, but nothing would hide the drool.
“So you can do casual,” I said when I reached him.
His cocky grin suggested he knew exactly what I hadn’t said, which was a resoundingdaaaammn. Luke was fine as fuck.
Dark jeans, a cream, fitted sweater, and an open, dark gray wool coat covered his sexy body. He had on boots instead of oxfords, and hell yeah, I took more than one lazy top-to-bottom-to-top scan of him.
A dark stain colored his cheeks under tinted aviators. “Do that again, and I’m going to have a little problem to deal with.”
“Heh. There’s nothinglittleorproblemabout it.”
Luke shook his head and handed over one of the coffees. “Playboy,” he chuckled.
I accepted the coffee with thanks, then said, “I was promised breakfast.”
He nodded, then jerked his head toward the car show main area. “Do you like crepes?”
“Never had them.”
