36. Stubborn Ass
Stubborn Ass
Dani
Luke showed up at eight in the morning. I told him that my two weeks were up and I was ready to come back to work. After fighting for half an hour, we came to a compromise. I can come back to work, however I work from home for another few weeks. He said until the doctor clears me, I'm not to step foot into the office.
Stubborn ass.
My stitches have been removed and my bruises are fading, I feel better than I did. I booked an appointment for Tuesday, I'm going stir crazy sitting at home and Mason is driving me bonkers.
"I said after ten. You hard of hearing," I grunt in way of greeting.
"I’m hard for something," he mutters, and I snort.
"Why are you even up this early? It’s Saturday." I give him a quick kiss and walk towards the kitchen with Luke in tow.
"I haven’t slept yet," Luke places the bag he’s carrying on the table. "I’ve been working on the case."
"Still." I drop into a chair.
"Yeah. John keeps 'finding' more evidence against Joni."
I roll my eyes. "Of course, he does." I wave a hand at the bag in front him. "What’s this?"
"I bought you a laptop."
"But I have a laptop."
"That's a hundred years old."
I gasp, slapping his arm. "It is not."
"Sweetheart, it has a CD-Rom drive and you can remove the battery."
I cross my arms and pout. "It still works."
He drops a kiss on the top of my head. "Let me spoil you, Sweetheart."
I huff playfully. "Oh, fine."
I tug him down by his shirt, brushing my lips over his softly. "Thank you."
He smirks. "You're welcome. Where do you want me to set you up?"
I haul my ass off the chair and drag myself upstairs. "You can set up in here."
I open the door to the third bedroom. There’s a desk and a double bed inside. They used to be Mason’s, but he outgrew them in no time. I flop on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm and listen to Luke putter around the room.
"How are your sessions going with Dr. Walters?" Luke questions.
"I’ve only had three sessions with her, but I think it’s going rather well." I admit.
"That’s great, Sweetheart. I’m so proud of you for doing this."
My chest swells at his praise and a small grin grows on my face. I feel the bed dip. I move my arm up my forehead finding Luke staring at me. "Am I wearing something of yours?"
"Do you want to be?"
I snort out a laugh. "Pervert."
His eyes heat. "You have no idea."
Sweet baby Jesus, my stomach turns with excitement. "I’ve missed you."
He smiles, popping out those fucking dimples. "I’ve missed you too," he admits, and my heart does a little jig in my chest. "The office isn’t the same without you."
"You miss me yelling at you?" I grin as he chuckles.
"And the way you say, 'anything else, Mr. Archer.'"
"Anything else, Mr. Archer." I repeat in that breathy voice he likes so much.
He groans. "You’re killing me, Sweetheart." He drags his teeth over his bottom lip, and I snap.
Grabbing him by the shirt, I haul him on top of me. My lips meeting his in a scorching kiss. Luke takes over then, licking at my lips and diving in. I roll my hips, making him groan.
"Dani, I don’t want to hurt you, but fuck, I need to be inside you." Luke growls.
Like I’m going to stop him from fucking me into next week.
"I’m technically fully healed," I bite his bottom lip, "however, I know you won’t do anything until the bruises are totally gone. So, I’ll make you a deal. You go down on me, and I’ll return the favour." I wiggle my brows at him. "But not in Mason’s old bed. That’s just wrong."
Luke scrambles to his feet, tossing me over his shoulder and makes a beeline for my room, shutting and locking the door. He puts me on my feet in the middle of my room.
"Jesus Archer, you’d think I just told you that my pussy—" he cut my words off with a soul searing kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth and dominates. He glides his hands up to cup my face.
I moan into his mouth and get a grunt in return as he moves his hands down to cup my breasts over my shirt. Shudders race down my spine as Luke backs me towards the bed. I sit when my knees hit the mattress. He fondles my breasts, massaging and tweaking the nipples.
"You’re wearing too many clothes." Luke snarls.
I laugh as his hands tug at my shirt. Moving myself back on the bed, I shuck the shirt and let him look his fill.
"My memories did not do you justice."
A flush runs down my body. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his compliments.
"You’re even more beautiful than I remember." Luke prowls onto the bed and over me causing me to lay down until I’m flat on my back.
"I think you need your eyes checked. Beautiful is not a word people have used the describe me." I divulge.
"Then it’s not me who needs my eyes checked. You may not see it, but I see the way the men that come into my office look at you," he says. "Hell, Gabe drools all over himself when you enter the room."
I have a reply on the tip of my tongue; however, Luke’s mouth meets mine and completely disintegrates my answer. His fingers curl into my sleep shorts and I lift my hips as he yanks them off.
His eyes darken as he spreads my legs and lays on his stomach. "I’m so glad I missed breakfast."
I snort out a laugh that’s cut off by a moan as he presses his tongue over my clit in lazy circles. Luke slides his fingers into my pussy, slowly fucking me with them. My mind focuses purely on his lips and tongue on my clit and the fingers invading my body.
"Luke. Faster. I need…I need you to go faster." I pant.
"Trust me, Sweetheart, I know what I’m doing."
My legs press against his head, but he curls his arms around my thighs and lays them over his large shoulders.
"I’m not rushing this." He informs me.
Another suck and lick and my pussy squeezes around his fingers, pulsing around his thick digits. I can’t think, breathe, or do much more for that matter. He sucks my clit harder, plunging his fingers in and out of me picking up the pace. Luke lifts his head and I glance at him from lowered lids, my chest heaving while I struggle to breathe.
"Come for me, beautiful. I want to see you fall apart." Luke nips my clit with his teeth, his fingers driving in and out faster than I can catch a breath. He splays his tongue flat against me, pressing down on my clit and then sucking it between his lips.
The world shatters. My body crumbling and letting go so fast I can do nothing but let it happen as a massive wave of pleasure rushes me. My ability to breathe stops as shockwaves spread through my body. I seem to have lost the ability to function. Luke looks into my eyes while his fingers brush hair off my face.
"My beautiful Sweetheart." He peppers kisses along my jaw and neck, stopping where my neck meets my shoulder.
We lay there while I wait for the blood to flow back to the rest of my body. His fingers run up and down my ribs lightly, making me wiggle. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pull his shirt up until he takes over, whipping it over his head.
My memories of him did not do him justice either. The light dusting of chest hair, that tattoo. His hard chest and chiseled stomach. Sitting up, I press him back onto the bed and settle between his legs. I catch his eyes and hold them as I pop the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. Luke takes over then, tossing his jeans and boxer briefs.
Bending close, I lick his balls, getting a groan as he rolls his hips. I lick the underside of his cock to the tip, rolling my tongue around the head and spearing the slit.
Luke’s hips buck as he hisses. "Fuck, Dani."
I glance up at him. "Stand up, Luke. I want you to fuck my mouth."
He practically throws me off the bed getting to his feet. Dropping to my knees, I open my mouth and take his cock in with a vigorous suck.
Luke hisses again, rolling his hips and I take him in inch by amazing inch, sucking deeper and rolling his balls in my hand. I swallow around the head of his cock pulling the loudest rumble from his throat.
"You want me to fuck your mouth?"
I hum around his cock. Luke finally starts thrusting hard and fast grabbing my hair and pulling.
"Gonna come." Luke spills down my throat.
There’s so much, like he has been saving up for this moment. I swallow and release him with a pop, licking over the sensitive head earning a groan of pleasure-pain. Luke pulls me to my feet and kisses me softly.
The sound of a door opening drives us apart. "Shit. Mason’s alive." I whisper.
I drop my forehead against Luke’s bare chest. The floor creaks as Mason hauls his huge body towards the bathroom, slamming the door. Luke runs his fingers along my spine.
"I take it you don’t do anything of a sexual nature when Mason is home."
I shake my head against his chest. "I’m a screamer."
"I know you are."
I squeak when he grabs my ass. "He can usually sleep through anything though. He must really have to piss."
The bathroom door opens again, and I hear Mason pad his way back to his room. "Morning, Ma."
"Morning, Bubba."
There’s a pause. "Morning, Mr. Archer."
"Mor—morning, Mason."
Another door shuts and I snort out a giggle.
"How did he know I was here?" Luke asks.
"Bathroom window faces the street," I say against the skin on his chest.
Luke starts chuckling before bursting into a fit of laughter. The sound sinks into my body and wraps around my heart. I stare up at him like a fucking goober, mesmerized by those dimples when it hits me like a ton of bricks.
I’m in love with Lucas Archer.