Thirty-Five
Ameila
I ’m sitting at my desk at work a week after our girls’ night sleepover, and I can’t stop thinking about what Luna told us about herself.
If she doesn’t celebrate her birthday, I wonder if she celebrates other holidays.
Since I know I won’t be able to think about anything else until I start to plan this, I grab my phone and start a group text without Luna.
Me: Random thought
Do you think Luna celebrated Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas?
Abby: You know what . . . I was thinking the same thing the other day. I don’t know, but I can’t imagine that she did
Pam: I really don’t think so. Why? What are you thinking?
Me: I think we should go big for all the holidays this year
Pam: You hate Christmas
Abby: Wait, you hate Christmas? Why?
Me: Meh just was never my vibe . . . I’m more of a spooky gal. But I at least celebrated. She didn’t
We’re going big this year.
Pam: Let the planning begin
I smile as ideas start to roll into my head, and I start a to-do list on my laptop in a shared document when I hear the door open.
“Knock, knock.”
I look up from my laptop, and my lips kick up in a smile when I see Luke at the door.
We’ve been together just over a month, and I still can’t get over the butterflies in my chest every time I see him.
Also, whoever designed his work pants deserves an award.
They mold to his legs perfectly while still being roomy at the same time. It’s a beautiful sight, and I won’t apologize for checking him out.
“Eyes up here, sweetness,” he chuckles.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I sass him.
“It’s okay. I like your eyes on me. I don’t feel as bad when I check you out.” He smirks.
“What’s in the bag?”
He holds the bag in front of him. “I came bearing food, but I also wanted to ask you something.”
The butterflies return when I think of how this man cares for me. “Grab the chair and sit down.”
He drags the chair to my side of the desk and kisses my forehead before turning to unpack the food he got from the diner.
“So it’s actually two things. First, do you think you can take some time off in a month or two so we can spend the weekend at this cool glamping place I found? We can even bring Penny. There’s hiking, stargazing, and—”
I silence him with a quick kiss.
“Yes, Yes, I think I could. I just need enough heads-up to let Kristen know.”
I swear, this man.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah, I take a couple weekends off a year,” I say with a shrug.
“Huh, I was expecting to have to sell this harder. Cool. Next thing. My mom just confirmed that they officially got their tickets and will be in town in about two weeks.”
I pause mid-bite. “Two weeks? Did they confirm if they’re staying at your rental or my house? Because if it’s my house, it’s not nearly clean enough to have your parents in town. We’ll have to deep clean everything.” My mind is spinning as I panic and start to make a cleaning list.
Luke takes my face in his hands. “Hey, take a breath. It’s okay.”
I take a breath and am surrounded by the scent that is so uniquely him.
Why am I so nervous? People love me.
I work with people for a living. I can make people like me, and I realize that’s what I’m afraid of, that they won’t like me for their son, and I love their son.
Holy. Shit. I love Luke. Like, for real, I love Luke.
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Of course they’ll like you because I like you. My parents aren’t like that. They just want me to be happy, and you make me happy. I think it’ll be easier for them to stay at the rental with Sam. Well, Sam is kind of insisting because he wants my mom to cook for him.”
I roll my eyes because that’s something Sam would say. “Are you going to stay at my place, or are you going to stay at the rental with them?”
I hate that I’m feeling so vulnerable, but I slept like shit without him on our girls’ night even though I knew I needed that girl time more than I realized.
“Do you want me to stay with you or them?”
“I want you to stay where you’ll be the most comfortable. I’m not sure if they know you’ve been staying at my place.”
He smirks, sliding his hand from the side of my face to the back of my head, and pulls me forward. “That’s how I know they’ll like you. You already care about them because that’s just who you are. We’ll figure the rest out.”
I want to tell him that of course he thinks that—he’s a guy—but my brain short-circuits as his lips meet mine.
Like always, I forget where I am and what I was worried about in the first place.
A moan escapes me, and his tongue meets mine, kissing me with a passion that takes my breath away. He grips the back of my head tighter, like he’s afraid I’m going to float away from him, but I’m not going anywhere.
Needing to be closer to him, I crawl into his lap.
His hands immediately go to my butt, and he squeezes when I run my nails down his neck.
He pulls away with a groan and pulls my hair so my head falls back, and he kisses and nips down my neck, driving me crazy like he knows it will.
“I didn’t come here for this. I came here to feed you,” he says breathlessly. “But fuck it, it isn’t going to be slow and sweet though.”
Rolling my hips to get more friction where I need it, I moan. “I did eat, and Kristen is gone for the day. It’s just us. I don’t need slow and sweet.” I roll my hips again and bring my mouth back to his.
As I deepen the kiss, I pull his shirt up, and we break apart so he can pull the shirt over his head. I shamelessly admire his body, and I just want to lick him . . . everywhere.
“Sweetness, you can’t look at me like that. I have to head back to the firehouse soon, so we don’t have a lot of time,” he says as he leans forward to kiss me.
Except I kiss the side of his mouth and then kiss just under his ear and say, “We can make it quick, can’t we?”
Then I nip at his ear and kiss down his body. He fumbles with his belt to open it for me.
“Holy fuck, sweetness. Tell me, do you want my dick in your mouth? Is that what you need?”
“Yes,” I say as I continue to kiss my way down his body.
I stop to bite his nipple and his hips jerk.
He moans, and I love how he doesn’t hide how much he wants me.
I climb off his lap and kneel in front of him, coming face-to-face with one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen. I’ve gone down on him before, and I’ve always loved giving blow jobs, but I’ll never get over how much I love doing this for him.
“You’re so pretty on your knees, looking at me like you can’t get enough.”
I look up and see his eyes hooded, so full of lust and something else I’m not ready to admit out loud yet.
I wrap my hand around him and smile when he moans my name. Without breaking eye contact, I lick him along the vein from root to tip and wrap my lips around the head. My eyes roll into the back of my head when the taste of his precum hits my tongue.
“Holy shit, sweetness. Are you going to be my good girl and take all of me?” He moans as he threads his fingers in my hair, taking control of my pace.
I take him as far into my mouth as I can and work the lower half of his shaft with my hand at the same pace. My scalp stings as he pulls my hair harder, and I moan around him and slide my hand into my leggings.
“Are you wet for me, baby? I want to taste it.”
My eyes roll as I pull my hand from my leggings and bring my fingers near his mouth. I shiver when he closes his lips around my fingers and sucks.
The way this man wants me as much as I want him is the biggest turn-on.
Before I’m done, he pulls me off him, and I cry out at the loss.
“Don’t be sad, sweetness. It’s my turn,” he says, putting one arm under my butt to balance me.
He closes my laptop and pushes it to the side before sweeping my papers off the desk and setting me down.
He pushes me to lean back and takes my nipple in his mouth through my shirt.
My body lights up for him, and I arch my back to get closer to him. He drags my shirt up, and my overly sensitized skin tingles wherever he touches.
Using both hands, he pulls my leggings and panties down, and I lift my hips to help him. He drops to his knees to pull one of my legs free and nips the inside of my thigh.
“I love how wet you get for me, sweetness.”
I can only focus on what he’s doing as he licks up my slit. My head falls back, and I bring a hand to his head.
I force my eyes open and look down at him. My pulse races when our eyes connect. With his pupils blown wide with desire, a possessive look darkens his eyes as he eats my pussy like a starved man. He swirls his tongue around my clit, and I squeeze my thighs around his head.
“Oh my god,” I say.
“I need you to come for me, sweetness,” he says as he slides one finger into me, then two.
“Fuuuuck.”
I’m close, my stomach tightening and my skin buzzing, and I do as he asks.
He moans as I come on his tongue, and he never slows his pace until I start to come down.
“I need you inside me right now,” I pant as I push down his boxers.
He bends down and grabs his wallet from one of his millions of pockets. After tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom on.
Pulling me closer to the edge, he brings his lips to mine as he presses into me. Once he’s fully inside me, he pauses and cups my face with one hand. He locks eyes with me as we lose ourselves in each other. Digging his fingers into my hips, he thrusts, hitting that magical spot, causing me to cry out.
“You feel so good, baby. I need you to come again, on my cock this time. Can you do that for me?”
I nod because my brain cannot form words. I bring one of my hands up to my breasts and pinch my nipple, then trail down and frantically rub my clit.
“I feel your greedy pussy gripping me. You’re so close, I’m not going to last.” His eyes shine, becoming glossy as his lips part on a moan as he thrusts a final time, pulling me close as he comes.
Heat spreads through my body as my orgasm takes over my body. Black spots cloud my vision, and I blink them away.
“That’s my good girl,” he says as I come back down to earth, and he pulls me to him for a kiss.
It’s passionate, and I pour my feelings into the kiss without having to use words.
All too soon, he breaks away, and he puts his forehead to mine. “I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m not mad about it.” He throws the condom in the garbage by my desk and pulls his pants back up. “What time will you be home tonight?”
“I’m meeting with Farmer Joe in two hours about the co-op, and I’ll be home after that. What about you?”
“I’m covering for someone on the B team for a couple of hours so they can go to their kid’s dance recital, so I won’t be home until like elevenish, depending on whether we get any calls.”
I stand up and make sure my clothes don’t look like I just got fucked. “I might do a quick late dinner of shrimp quesadillas unless I eat with Joe and Ann. I’ll set one aside for you if I do.”
“That sounds perfect. I think we have the stuff to make it at home, so you won’t have to stop if you don’t want to. But I have a feeling Joe and Ann will make sure you’re well fed.”
I smirk. “It’s probably a good thing they’ll stuff me with food. I have this hard-ass boyfriend who thinks I don’t eat enough and would get mad if I forgot to eat.”
“I don’t have time to fuck the sass out of you. You know damn well you forget to eat half the time,” he says with a laugh and shakes his head. “I have to go back to the firehouse. I’ve been gone longer than I thought I would be, but we didn’t get any calls, thankfully.”
“Okay, go keep the city safe. Be safe and make good choices,” I tell him and follow him to the door.
“I’ll always do my best to come home to you.” He leans down and gives me a quick kiss. “I’ll see you when I get home, but don’t wait up for me, okay?”
“Okay, I lo—love those pants on you.” I stumble over my words and internally panic that I almost just told him I love him.
I don’t even know if he feels the same way. I mentally slap my forehead because I’m an idiot.
He just smirks over his shoulder like he knows what I was going to say. “Thanks, babe. You can show me how much you like them when I get home later.” He shuts the door behind him, and I plop into my chair.
I’m shocked at how easily that almost slipped out, like we say it all the time when one of us leaves.
Except we don’t, and I only just realized that I really love him.
But I don’t have too much time to dwell on it because I have to put together the information I pulled about starting a co-op for Farmer Joe.
Thank goodness for distractions.