Lust (Saints & Sinners #1)

Chapter 28

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T he following evening, after Luke is released from the hospital, we return to the dorms. I’m wondering if we’ll encounter Alexei, but he’s not here.

Luke steps into the room, glancing around, not like he’s looking at anything in particular, but at something in his mind’s eye. It reminds me of how he stared out the window on the drive back. He has plenty to think about, so I’m not surprised he’s out of it.

The past couple of days have been surreal.

Seeing Luke ravaged by fire.

Battling in vain against Seth’s push so I could reach him.

And then…the end.

At least, that’s what I thought, but Luke didn’t die. His eyes closed, his body shivering, he was still breathing.

Felt like an eternity before the paramedics arrived. Luke was rushed to the hospital, and fortunately, Seth’s powers got us intel from the doctors and access to see him.

But trying to piece together everything that happened is a whole other beast. From Cody’s scribbling about Luke and fire and the other messages, it’s apparent there was more to all this, and it’s weighing on all of us.

Luke turns to me, and I move close, hooking an arm around his waist and resting my hand against his cheek. His gaze finally meets mine.

I offer a kiss, and as he receives it, his tongue plays across mine. Each time we’ve kissed since he woke up has been a consoling reassurance, reminding me he’s safe.

And that’s what really matters.

I firm our kiss, my hands greedily probing his body as I guide him back until his ass is against Alexei’s desk.

He moans, then pulls away. “Let me at least take a shower. I feel so gross having been in the hospital.”

“I don’t mind kissing you dirty,” I say, which makes him chuckle.

But then his expression turns serious again. “Dan was really worried.”

After all those revelations yesterday, not only did he have to contend with visits from Alexei and the cops, each stressful for different reasons, but then Dan arrived at the airport. I borrowed Luke’s car to pick him up so he could pay his nephew a visit, and as much as Luke wanted to see him, it had to be a lot. I hate how much he’s had to deal with in such a short span of time.

“He was relieved to see you were all right,” I assure him.

“Yeah, it was just tough. He was trying to keep it together, but I could tell he was struggling. And then Alexei seemed so out of it. Like he wanted to push more about what happened but knew that wasn’t the time, and I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna tell him when he actually asks.”

I know what he means—Alexei was agitated, uneasy in a way that’s unlike him. But it sounded like he was mostly trying to figure out how the hell he wound up in the woods with the strange scar, which is far better than if he knew the truth.

“Hey, hey, we don’t have to figure all that out tonight,” I say.

“You’re right. I’m just glad Seth was there for the cops. Hopefully that was enough to get them to let it go.”

“From what Seth told me, he sowed enough doubt about the stuff covering you that they won’t get anywhere near the truth. Probably think it was a prank gone bad, since they’re already pissed they found Bucktooth Beaver behind Alpha Alpha Mu’s house. But they won’t push because Alpha Alpha Mu’s guys have powerful dads who can really fuck over this town if the cops start rumors about what happens at that frat.”

“Nice to see dirty politics come in handy for a change,” he says with a wry smirk.

“We’ll see. But again, all this can wait. Go take that shower. It’ll make you feel better, and then we can watch a movie. Maybe order some Lucky Buddha.”

“Ooh, you know me so well.” His smirk expands into a grin, but I detect tension in his expression. What he’s been through isn’t something he can just shake off.

He grabs his towel and toiletries and heads out to the communal shower, leaving me in the room. I lie in his bed, start an episode of the Real Housewives of Salt Lake City , and watch for a bit before calling Mom. I tell her Luke’s back from the hospital and that it looks like everything’s going to be all right. Luke’s back just as I end the call, a towel around his waist and his clothes tucked at his side.

He throws the clothes in the hamper, then joins me in the bed, curling against me. His body radiates the warmth from his shower, and a drop of water falls from his bangs onto my chest. As he sighs, I can feel his exhaustion.

“It’s just…too much,” he mutters. “That night. The stuff Kysar wrote for us. That we have to train for something worse. And all I can think is, something worse than that? I don’t know what to focus on first.”

“How about…what you want to order from Lucky Buddha?”

He chuckles. “Maybe pad thai. And while we’re at it, can we order some cookies from that place nearby…and ice cream? I’m fucking starving.”

“Anything you want.”

He angles his head up to me. “In that case, I’m ready for some more kisses.”

I submit to him, taking what’s mine and giving him what’s rightfully his. God, I missed these when he was under. Desperately.

“Thought these lips…might never be…mine again,” I fight to say through our kisses.

“I thought…they might not…be either.”

He pulls away, studying my expression. As I look at that beautiful face, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. “All I keep thinking about is how close you were to being gone. The things I’d never be able to tell you. About how obsessed I am with you. How even in this short time I’ve known you, I can’t get enough. I’ve seen your passion. I’ve seen your desire to help others. And I’ve seen your willingness to sacrifice yourself so selflessly.”

“Says the guy who was willing to die to save me.”

“You know why I wanted to save you. Because I’m totally, hopelessly in love with you. I love you, Luke, my Straight Boy.”

His gaze meets mine, and he smirks. “I love you too,” he says softly before our lips collide.

There’s relief in his words and his touch, each kiss assuring me he’s back in my arms. And most importantly, he’s mine.

I assumed he might want some time to recover, but I feel desire pulse through him.

His want for me.

His hunger.

Unlike the rhythm we’d developed, there’s something more frenzied about this time—more like those original fucks.

Now that I know how easily I could have lost him, I’m desperate to share this experience with him again, to remind myself of how good it feels, flesh to flesh, soul to soul.

I tear off his towel and toss it to the floor. We part lips just long enough to get me out of my clothes and grab some lube.

Soon, I’ve got the head of my cock against his hole as he lies beneath me, looking as eager and ready as ever.

“Are you sure?” I ask, still thinking about how fragile he seemed the past few days.

“At this point, I’ll be pissed if you don’t fuck me,” he says with a mischievous smile.

I grin, and as I push into him, he opens right up for me, like his hole’s been waiting for me. He rolls his head back, and I lean down, kissing along his throat, tasting his flesh again, reminding myself how good he tastes and smells.

As I begin thrusting, I tell him, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just take me. Take everything I have to give you.”

“I will,” he whispers.

I take hold of my necklace, intensifying the sensation between us, seeing him writhing beneath me. My cock firms inside him, and he rocks his hips, our rhythms matching as we speed up.

I cherish this precious time.

Given what we’ve been through, I keep waiting to wake up from this dream. But I don’t wake up.

It’s just Luke and me, our bodies pressing up against each other, his ass massaging my cock, the steam we work up building up pressure within, making me speed up my pace as we become a frenzy of thrusts and passion.

His inspirations, his every whim, carry us through the experience, until he’s on his knees, grabbing the headboard as I take him from behind. With each thrust, the clap of his ass echoes around the room.

My chest’s against his shoulder blades, and he twists his head to kiss me, until he’s so caught up in passion that he’s just open- mouthed, eyes rolling back as he revels in the satisfaction my cock offers him.

Watching him in his fit of pleasure, I’m determined to make it even better, so I grip my necklace and send another jolt coursing through him.

I want to take him to the very edge. To build him up until it feels so good, he nearly can’t stand it. Then and only then, I want to give him release.

As he moans, I nibble at his bottom lip, raising my free hand to his nipple and toying with it between my finger and thumb.

“I’m getting close,” he warns.

I keep hammering away, drilling his ass, as his desire feels like commands.

I slide my hand down to his cock, taking it in a firm grip. As it pulses, I offer a kiss, and his ass grips my cock, tightening as I feel him erupt into a fit of spasms and thrusts as I milk him.

It’s too much for me.

The pressure mounts, and I seize another kiss before calling out into his mouth, pulling away and grunting as my orgasm tears through me. I thrust like I’m trying to get every drop of cum in that ass.

He glances over his shoulder, watching me as I finish my work, feeding him my cum.

And when I’m done, I pull close to him, and he reaches back, resting his hand against my face as we gasp and pant together, recovering from the much-needed release.

Finally, as I come back to my senses, I lean back. We lock gazes, and as I look into his eyes, I’m hypnotized.

He was right when he said there’s so much to consider. So many unknowns, and we don’t know where the hell all this is leading, but I know as long as I’m with him, that’s all that fucking matters.