Chapter 58
LUKE
Aspen amazed me. In her pretty blue dress, she danced.
Spun. Twirled. Leapt. Bent and turned so fucking gracefully I was in awe.
She hid this amazing talent from the world.
Walked away from it because she never had a support system.
Her parents didn’t value her as anything more than a commodity.
They cut her off because she’d gotten pregnant with Sierra, who was another amazing thing Aspen brought to the world.
She wouldn’t hide this any longer. She wouldn’t hide herself.
She couldn’t. It would be impossibly cruel to the world not to know her talent.
Aspen stopped, posed as if the music only she heard in her head came to an end.
She looked my way.
I crooked my finger.
She came to me. I took her hand, pulled her down and onto my lap so she straddled me.
“You’re so incredibly talented.”
“Says the famous TV star.”
I shook my head. “It’s all fake, tiger. All I am is fake. Your ability is carved from hard work and genius. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
She was breathing hard, and her cheeks were flushed. Whatever the crew did to her hair, it was wild and curly, falling over her shoulders.
“Please say you’re mine,” I murmured. Or pretty much begged.
“You’re not fake, Luke,” she replied. “You never were to me.”
“No. Not to you.”
“I’m yours,” she vowed.
“Yeah?” I asked, wanting to make sure. I needed to be hers. To know she was in my lap. With me. Only me. Luke Graham.
“Yeah. Will you kiss me now?”
I grinned, slid my hand around the back of her neck, pulled her in and put my mouth to hers. After an hour, a minute, a day, I pulled back, started on the buttons down the front of her dress. I laughed when there were so fucking many of them keeping me from her body.
Finally, fucking finally, the dress parted. I pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her in a pale pink bra and matching panties.
“Mine,” I said, leaning forward and latching onto her nipple through the cotton.
“Luke!” she cried, her fingers tangling in my hair.
Fuck, I missed her. Her body. Her scent. Knowing I could give her pleasure. That I was the one to see to this need. To make her scream.
“More,” she said, pulling my head away from her chest.
She reached for my belt, started undoing it.
“Got a greedy pussy, tiger?”
“Yes,” she said boldly, not shy in the slightest.
When I was free, she stroked me from root to tip. I hissed at the incredible feel.
“Up,” I said.
She looked to me, and I waited for her to do as I said.
Slowly, she pushed up onto her knees.
“Slide those panties over and show me that perfect pussy.”
She did and… fuck, she was wet for me.
“Slide down on me. Take your time. You know it’s a snug fit.” She did, slowly working herself onto my dick.
“Easy, tiger. Take your time,” I said, through gritted teeth.
She wasn’t taking her time at all. She was fucking herself on me, using me to get herself off.
I was more than fine with that, but I was close to coming.
She was taking me bare, and I’d never felt anything so incredible. So tight. So hot. So wet.
“Aspen, there’s no condom,” I said. All the other times, we’d used protection. We hadn’t talked about other birth control. Maybe we should’ve done it before I was balls deep inside her, but there were consequences, and she was more aware of them than anyone.
She stilled, her inner walls clenching me. FUCK!
“I’m on the pill,” she said.
“Thank fuck,” I replied, then gripped her hips and lifted and lowered her, filling her hard and deep each time she dropped down.
“Yes. Fuck, such a good girl. Come for me. Come and I’ll fill you up.”
“Luke!” she cried, clenching around me as she came, milking me fucking dry.
Her head was thrown back as she rode me, and I came so hard I saw stars.
I saw my future and it was with Aspen. We may have done things a little backwards and a hell of a lot fucked up, but we’d make this work.
If we could fake it so good, then we could make it for real.