Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Luke
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s gorgeous. Kate sighs as she instantly falls asleep, that curtain of dark hair fanning out over her pillow.
She’s not my usual style. But then again, my usual style of woman is fast, easy, and gone in the morning.
I know Kate is not that girl.
Would she let me fuck her? Yeah, she would. I had my fingers on her thigh and her skin was already slick with her arousal dripping down her leg. It was so hot, it took every ounce of my self-control to keep my fingers from sliding higher. I could have just plunged them inside her. I know she would have been hot, wet, and so fucking ready for me.
I wanted to and I know she wants it too. The problem is my reaction to her. It’s the way she moves, how delicate her hands are, how pretty she is down to every tiny detail.
There is something so fragile and delicate in her beauty that it brings out every male instinct I have. I felt it’s pull from the very first second.
I know burying myself deep in a woman like that is bound to cause problems. I’ve always been the least important cog in the Kincaid wheel. Now, with Roman hurt, maybe worse, they deserve my undivided allegiance and efforts. I should come up with a plan.
Then again, I’m more of an act-first-think-later kind of guy.
I pull back the covers and get into the bed, Kate lets out another sigh. Even the sounds of her little sighs are soft and sweet.
I lay on my right side facing her and blocking her from the door as I just watch her.
Her lips are a full and pillowy, the pale pink color perfect against her smooth, fresh skin.
She’s got this tiny little nose that’s perfectly straight and high arched brows. Her long dark lashes fan out on her cheeks.
The slant of her eyes is seductive, and their color is this rich brown that looks both warm and so fucking vulnerable.
And then there is the hair. Thick and long, it’s so glossy that it looks like silk. I want it twisted up in my hands. I can just picture it wrapped around my fist while I plow into her. She’s slender and I can picture how she’d look on top of me, my thick cock driving deep inside her while she cries out. My cock is so stiff, it starts leaking.
I know what she did for me is fucking with my head. We were in that room and her butterfly fingers flitted all over my skin, long and tapered, feeling so nice as she tended my wounds.
My dad split when I was young, but my mom is a strong woman, keeping both me and Roman in line after Roman’s dad died. Took care of Roman’s sister too. Though I know that one was a labor of love. Arabella and my mom still talk every day.
Christ, I hope Roman is all right. I can still hear the sound of his skull cracking on the pavement when he went down. I close my eyes, blocking out the view of Kate. I can’t afford the distraction now.
Maybe I should fuck her. Get it out of my system. When I’ve blown a nut, I might be able to think again. Figure out how to help Roman.
My only comfort is that both Vigo and Vincent got into the car with me. Hopefully he came to and got out of there before Vigo could go back.
I shouldn’t have dragged him out so late at night. It was my idea to go scope out of that house. But I’d fucked up the permits and I was trying to figure out how to fix my mistake.
Always so impulsive.
We’re building a tunnel under the Las Vegas casinos. Casinos get to connect to our project by our grace and everyone knows, if we don’t allow them access, their traffic is going to get cut.
The Italians took our lack of support personally, and it was personal.
When I said Roman’s dad died, I meant he was murdered. And it was the Italians who did it. So yeah, there is no fucking way we’re giving them anything except a trip to hell.
Kate is an innocent victim in all of this. And despite having the poor judgment to go on a date with Vincent, I do mean innocent.
I’m not an over-thinker. I don’t get bogged down in shit. So I don’t ask myself why, I just know that it’s my job to see her through this. As long as it isn’t at the expense of my family. I owe them everything.
I close my eyes. I just need a bit of sleep. An hour. Two. I got a map at Walmart and a burner phone too. I tried to get the number of Kincaid Enterprises but you need a credit card to pay for 411 and I don’t want to leave a digital trail. I’m going to have track down a phone book…
And wheels.
One step at a time. That’s how this shit gets done.
I fall asleep, too tired to think anymore.
I have no idea how long I’m out but when I wake…
I’m on my back, Kate is pressed into my side. Her leg and her arm are tossed over me, her hips grinding into the side of mine.
And her hand… Fuck me, it’s stroking my raging cock.
“Love,” I slur, half asleep. “That’s some wake up.”
“Mmm,” she murmurs into my shoulder as she grips my hard-on through my briefs. “So good.”
I look over at her, her eyes still closed, her lips softly parted and my eyes narrow. Is she still asleep?
Is she sleep-sexing me? This is way better than sleepwalking and I give a giddy grin, now wide awake. She’s pinned my good hand to my side but I’m able to twist my wrist around just enough to slide a finger between her legs, pressing on her clit through her little sleep shorts.
She lets out a keening cry as she grinds into my finger. Can women cum in their sleep? Not sure why, but I kind of assumed they couldn’t. Is today the day I get to find out?
I press a little harder, her head falling back as her body arches into my hand.
“I want you so bad,” she mumbles, half garbled as she pants these little breaths. It’s so fucking hot.
“Who do you want, baby? Say my name.”
“Luke,” she gasps. Oh, fuck yeah. She’s sex-dreaming about me? Bring. It. On. And my experiment is forgotten as I back up enough to get my good arm under her and flip her onto my chest.
She lands hard enough that I wince in pain. Still totally worth it as her legs naturally fall on either side of my hips.
And then her eyes fly open. “Luke?”
“Yeah, love, it’s me.” And then I press up, pushing my cock right into her seam.
Her eyes roll back even as she sits up. “I don’t… what…”
But her hands are on my chest, her fingertips digging into my skin.
“You had my cock in your hand. If you didn’t mean it like that, now is your ditch out,” I grind out between clenched teeth, pushing up into the heat of her pussy again.
Her pajama bottoms are still on, but I can feel how wet she is through the fabric.
Her skin is so pale, I watch the red creep up her exposed chest and infuse her cheeks. Is my girl embarrassed? She shouldn’t be.
I reach up my good arm and fill my palm with her one of her ripe tits, the nipple instantly peaking through the fabric. “Want to take that tank off?” I ask, flicking her nipple with the nail of my thumb.
She arches again, embarrassment forgotten, as her head falls back, that long hair streaming down her back. “Luke.”
“Yeah, baby, I’m right here. Take off the tank.”
She does, both her hands grabbing the hem and yanking it over head.
Her nipples are the same pale pink as her lips, so fucking pretty, they make me ache.
Is her pussy the same color? The thought has me leaking cum as I take her now-bare tit in my hand again. I wish I could grab the other. Sleep has made the injured arm even weaker and if I want the damn thing to get better, I’ve got to rest it.
But I use my one good hand to feel one and then the other as she grinds against me.
I haven’t mock-fucked like this in years and I got to be honest, it’s fucking hot. I could do this all morning or afternoon, whatever time it is, but I can’t get too lost in the moment. Which is why I grunt. “Pull my underwear down.”
She lifts up, yanking them down my hips to my thighs. They don’t need to go any farther, that’s good enough.
I already know she’s not wearing underwear under the shorts. Does she always sleep like that or was she just too tired? Mysteries to ponder later. “Push your shorts to the side and sink down on me sweetheart. Take my cock.”
Yeah. I’m fucking bossy. I get it.
Most women submit in the bedroom to my commands.
But Kate…
She lets out this high-pitched whimper at my rough tone, her nipples getting even tighter.
She isn’t just submitting. She likes it. And she does what I’ve told her to do without a second thought, pushing those little shorts to the side and lifting up so that she can sink down on my hard on.
Fuck. Me. She feels so fucking good. Tight, hot, wet. So tight. She wraps me up in her sheath, taking me in a quick thrust that has my eyes closing.
Which is why I almost miss the way she stiffens. Almost. My eyes open to see her features twist in pain.
No fucking way.
“Kate.” It’s a command. A demand.
She knows it. “I’m sorry.” Her lips are trembling, her body folding in on itself.
Is she apologizing to me? She starts to lift off and I look down at my cock slick with her blood. She was a virgin.
My hand comes to her hip, stopping her. Does she think she’s getting off now? “Don’t apologize, love.” I pull her down on my chest, my lips coming to the crown of her head. That is not how a man should take a woman’s virginity. “If I’d known, I would have gone a lot slower.”
She shakes her head against my chest. “I liked it.”
Okay, I’m trying to be a gentleman here but that just gets my motor going all over again. Slowly, I flex my hips to pull out of her and then push back in. She’s still stiff, but I keep it light, gentle, until I feel her hips flex too. That’s it, baby. Come to Luke.
I push in a little deeper and she gasps, but not in pain. This one she likes. With a satisfied growl I hold her hip and push inside her again.
She tightens around me, letting out a needy little moan. And then she pushes back up, her body arching in the sexiest fucking way. She moans like I feel that good too.
Her hands settle back on my chest, they look so small and perfect, her pale skin practically glowing against my dark skin and ever-darker chest hair.
And then she lifts herself up, moaning as she slides back down, her head undulating in a slow circle that swings her hair. “I don’t think,” she lets out this little hitching breath. “I don’t think I’m going to last very long.”
Have I got her all hot and bothered? Fuck yeah, I do. I didn’t get to see that sweet little pussy, but if she wants to cum, I’m going to feel it with more than my cock.
I slide my good hand, palm up between us, so my fingers are spreading her lips even wider and when she comes down, the heel of my hand digs right into her clit.
Like a fucking bomb, she goes off, her whole pussy clenching me so tightly, my vision blurs.
She lets out a keening cry that I swear, half the motel must hear.
A few more pumps, and I’m ready to blow too.
“Love, you’ve got to get off,” I press out between gritted teeth.
But she’s still coming down from her high, her foggy, unfocused eyes not registering what I’ve said.
I push up with my hand, my shoulder twinging like a bitch, but I just get her off my cock just as I start spraying cum first on her thighs and then over my own stomach.
She gasps, her wide eyes meeting mine. “Shit. Luke.”
It’s my turn to barely register.
It’s another I haven’t in forever… I haven’t cum without anything or anyone touching me since I was maybe thirteen and I’d wake up covered in jiz.
What is Kate doing to me?
I look down and it’s an absolute mess. Blood. Cum. Holy crap, it’s fantastic. She looks too but her eyes are filled with horror. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah. We did that right.”
“Right?” she whispers. “First, I was just touching you in your sleep and then I nearly missed on the whole get off my cock so I don’t cum inside you ,” she points at the mess on my stomach. “And I forgot to tell you that I was a…”
I reach for her waist, pulling her down on top of me so that those gorgeous tits are pressed to my chest, and so that my cum is on her stomach too. I think I’ve ruined those little shorts beyond repair.
Might carry them around in my pocket.
“Do I seem upset?”
She gives me a small smile. “No. But still. I think I might suck at this.”
“I think you’re very good at it. But we can work sucking in next time.”
Her face flushes again. I love how easy she is to make blush. I’ve never been into blushing women before, but there is something about Kate that just makes me want to fluster her as much as possible.
“We should not do that again,” she whispers.
My jaw clenches as I roll her to the side. There have been plenty of women who have tried to catch me. But let’s be honest, they like the money. Maybe they even like the swagger. Or the looks.
And it’s usually me that’s saying, This was fun, maybe I’ll catch you around sometime. I don’t like receiving the line.
But it’s probably for the best. I’ve got my family to help. I can’t get distracted now.
Mason and Roman are the brains.
Leo is the fire.
My uncle Jake is the man who keeps us all safe.
And me.
I’m a good time. They cut me in because I’m family. Because I was in their circle, but I don’t bring much to the table.
I swing my feet to the floor as I sit up, my back to Kate as I push up from the bed.
“Luke?”
I turn back to find her propped on her elbows, her tits looking amazing as that hair streams out behind her.
She’s nipping at her lip, her eyes worried. “Are you upset with me?”
Not her. I was upset with myself. I bend down, balancing on the good arm as I kiss her lips. “No. Not upset.”
“Okay. But you got up really quick and?—”
I pull back just far enough to talk. “We’re in a bit of a rush today.”
“Oh. Right.”
I kiss her again because she tastes delicious. And because even though I was busy being all offended, she’s the one who just gave me her virginity. I pack that one away to think about later, but right now, she deserves a bit of tenderness.
I kiss her a third time and her mouth melts into mine, her fingers sliding through my hair. When I finally pull back, her eyes looked glazed again.
She can tell me all she wants we shouldn’t have sex again, the truth is in her unfocused eyes.
One side of my mouth quirks up. “Ready for a shower?”
She flushes again. “That sounds great,” she twists her hands together, scooting toward the edge of the bed. “You’re cool with a one-time thing?”
I stand up. I’ve got myself a good girl. One who seems to have gone crazy for my dick. And is trying to convince me that we should keep it casual. If it weren’t for the whole “being chased by murdering twins” part, I’d be in heaven. Then again, I can handle Vincent and Vigo. And Gorilla too. “I’m cool, baby girl.”
“And my touching you in your sleep…” She flushes again.
“You touch my dick anytime you want. No apologies required.”
And then I pull her toward the shower. “I’m gonna clean us both up, and while you’re getting yourself together, I’m gonna see if I can find us some coffee and wheels.”
“Are we lifting another car?”
I glare at her. I live in the gray, she’s not joining me. On that, I am crystal clear. “We are not doing anything. I’m going to buy a car.” Hopefully.
“With a thousand bucks?”
“Eight hundred.” Walmart burned through a couple bills.
I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
It’s time to get moving. I’ve got a girl I need to keep safe and a family to save.