Chapter 6 #2
“He learned fast not to fuck with me,” Lukas smirked, his fingers teasing my waist as he absently pulled me closer.
Being this close to him felt weird as well as normal.
I’d spent years curled up with him as a kid, watching movies or just hanging out.
He’d been going through puberty the last time we’d been that close, his voice cracking randomly and his muscles getting more defined.
Now, he towered over me and had become more broad in the shoulders.
I looked at him as if I hadn’t seen him since we were kids, reaching a hand up to trail my fingers across the tattoo and making him shiver. The angel wings spanned across his whole chest and pecs, the feathers looking worn and broken.
His arm tightened around me, but that was the only sign that he was paying me any attention as he listened to whatever Jensen was saying.
I flinched when water flicked me in the face, and I turned to find that Jensen had walked around the pool and was now sitting on the edge beside us, a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched me.
“Oh good, you’re still here. I thought you were having a stroke or something,” he joked, taking the whiskey. “I asked if you wanted pizza for dinner.”
“Oh, yeah. Sounds good,” I answered as I focused on him properly, jerking my hand away from Lukas when I realized that I was feeling his abs. He let me swim away from him, but I could sense his eyes on me as I ducked under the water and pushed off the wall with my feet, swimming across the pool.
I stayed under for as long as I could before moving to the surface, noticing that Lukas had pulled himself out to sit beside Jensen to share the whiskey. A groan left me when Lukas’ phone rang, but he just gave me a knowing look as he got to his feet and grabbed it from the pocket of his uniform.
“It’s not Holloway.”
“It’s worse, it’s probably his mother,” Jensen grunted, earning the stink eye as Lukas answered the phone and wandered towards the house for privacy, leaving us alone.
“I take it the chairwoman of Hell hasn’t improved her attitude over the years?” I asked dryly.
“If I could yank the stick out of her ass, I’d beat her to death with it and have zero remorse,” Jensen confirmed, walking around to me to sit on the edge in front of me. “Was she always a cunt?”
“The worst. She liked me until Max lost our money. Guess my blue blood didn’t mean shit without bills swimming in it.”
“She has no idea you and Lukas are friends again. The day you tell her, please make sure I’m there to witness it,” he laughed, and I rolled my eyes.
“We’re not friends. You guys are assholes, remember?”
“Tell that to your wandering hands. If I hadn’t doused you with cold water, you would’ve groped his dick.”
“Jealous?” I was joking, but he winced.
“Why would you say that? You think I’m into Luke?”
“That’s not what I meant, but are you? I heard about what happened between you two,” I said lightly, holding onto his knee as I took the bottle from him. I had to stop drinking if I was going to stay in the pool. “You want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said bluntly, his eyes burning into me as I moved over a little to haul myself out to sit beside him.
“He said he kissed you and you kissed him back. I know he’s freaked out about it, but how about you?” I asked, surprise flashing across his face.
“He told you about it?”
“We shared trauma stories after the whole Liam thing,” I snorted, nudging his shoulder with mine. “C’mon, talk to me.”
I knew Lukas had told Jensen about Liam’s murder, he’d asked if he could, and I was relieved I didn’t have to break it to him.
“Is it weird that it didn’t feel weird?” he mumbled, flicking his gaze away from mine. My hand slid onto his thigh and I gave him a reassuring squeeze, the whiskey making me way too comfortable around him.
“He’s a good guy when he’s not being a backstabbing snake.”
“Hell would freeze over before Lukas became attracted to a guy,” he scoffed, and I raised an eyebrow.
“You mean before he admits to it. Luke keeps a lot of his feelings in check, thanks to Karen.”
“I know, and he takes it out on himself when he can’t contain it anymore,” he sighed, linking his fingers with mine and stroking my thumb with his. “Did he used to suffer from depressive episodes as a kid?”
“His mom put him through hell, so yeah, he’d go through rough patches. Why?”
“It gets bad,” he said softly, finally meeting my gaze. “Some nights I sleep beside him to keep an eye on him. I always have the feeling that one day I’ll wake up and he’ll be gone.”
“You think he’ll run away?”
“I think he’ll do anything to make the world around him go silent when it gets too much.”
Pain speared me in the chest as I stared at him. “You think he’d kill himself?”
“Keep your voice down,” he muttered, but he nodded.
“We’ve had a few situations before. He probably won’t like me telling you so much, but I need to know that if I can’t be there for him for some reason that you’ll push your issues aside for a day and be there.
It’s not fair to put that on you, but I need him, Rory. ”
“Will you tell me if it gets bad?”
“Yeah.” He studied me for a second before speaking again, curiosity in his voice. “Why did you fall in love with me?”
“Your angel eyes were deceitful,” I scowled, intending on pulling away, but he held my hand firmly.
“I’m serious. What did you like about me? I know it wasn’t because I have money, which is a new thing for me. I know we shouldn’t have touched your diary, and maybe my karma is that I have to live without an explanation for your feelings, but I’d like to know.”
My gaze dropped to our joined hands and I released a breath. “You’re too hard on yourself if you don’t think someone could love you. You’re sweet, patient, and thoughtful when you want to be.”
“I’m still cursed to my miserable life of divorce though, right?” he teased, the tone hollow. “I can’t even blame you for saying that. You’re right.”
“I was angry. You broke my heart, Jense,” I sighed, pulling back as he lifted a hand to cup my cheek. Frustration filled his eyes but he didn’t push me, dropping his hand again.
“If I could take it all back and tell Holloway to shove the plan up his ass, I would. You’re not just some game to pass the time, but I fucked it all up. I love you. I wish I’d just said it sooner and grown some fucking balls.”
My body heated from his words, my chest aching with confusion. Part of me was celebrating, but I was also hesitant to believe him. He’d played me before, so he could do it again.
“I think you feel guilty and your feelings are misplaced,” I said firmly, wanting to pat myself on the back for sticking to my guns and not throwing myself at him like an idiot.
“You’re not listening,” he said gently, reaching out and ignoring my scowl as he took my chin in his hand to hold my gaze.
“This isn’t a new feeling from the aftermath of what happened.
I loved you before it went to shit, and I can’t get you out of my fucking head.
I love you,” he repeated, my heart starting to overrule my brain.
“Prove it.”
One second he was staring at me, the next, he was surging forward and claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss. It was rough, passionate, and full of everything he couldn’t put into words.
When I didn’t fight it, he hauled me onto his lap with a groan, my arms going around his shoulders to keep him close.
I didn’t mean to, the whiskey made me do it.
He cursed against my lips as I ground down on him, my fingers ending up in his hair as a frustrated growl left me. An orgasm was close, but I couldn’t quite reach it.
“Can I touch you?” he asked with a groan, and I nodded as he slipped a hand between us and tugged my panties to the side. I’d obviously lost my goddamn mind.
My pussy clenched around him as he pushed a finger inside and started teasing my clit with his thumb, his lips trailing along my jaw and down my throat.
“Fuck, Jense—”
“What do you need? Faster?”
“Another finger.” He didn’t hesitate to do as I asked, his teeth nipping at my jaw as I rode his hand. My fingers dug into his shoulder and I grabbed his chin with my free hand to force his mouth back to mine.
The orgasm tore through me and I cried out, his fingers continuing to work me until I was a puddle on his lap. Then, he pulled them out of me and popped them into his mouth.
“Want me to grovel some more? I’ll happily spend the rest of the day with my face between your legs,” he offered as he cleaned his fingers.
“Stop licking your fingers, you weirdo,” I chuckled, relaxing against him and burying my face in his neck.
“No way, it’s my favorite snack. You want a shower?” he asked, and when I scoffed, he added, “Alone. I’ll check on Luke.”
“Can I have an after orgasm cigarette first?” I joked, making him chuckle as he leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips before I could react.
“Sure. Hop up.”
I climbed to my feet, grateful when he steadied me before I could fall into the damn pool. I’d definitely had too much to drink, I was wobbly on my feet and was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the orgasm.
He jogged over to where I’d left my things, the tent in his boxers bouncing with the movement, then he returned with my cigarettes and lighter and told me to help myself to the bathroom in his bedroom when I was ready.
He didn’t stick around to try and fuck me like I’d expected, he simply wandered into the house with a pep in his step, giving me some space to process what the fuck had just happened.
Jensen
Lukas eyed me as I joined him in the kitchen, his eyes flicking to the window to where Rory was smoking. He’d watched us, the bulge in his boxers being proof, but he looked annoyed with me.
“What?” I asked, making him scowl.
“I swear to God that you’d better not fuck things up with her again. If you do anything to ruin the progress we’ve made—”
“I won’t. What did your mom want?”
“She’s having guests over for dinner and wanted me there. She keeps mentioning your dad’s friend’s daughter.”
I didn’t bother holding back my eye roll. “Ah, the good old fashioned arranged marriage tactic. That should keep my dick away from you.”
“Don’t,” he hissed, going silent when I shoved my hand over his mouth to shut him up. He could’ve fought me, but I knew the scent of Rory’s pussy right under his nose was what kept him quiet.
He was ridiculously in love with her but he hadn’t had the joy of her pussy on his lips like I had. It was probably cruel of me to rub that in his face, literally, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“If you agree to any weird wedding arrangements, I’ll personally kidnap you and lock you in my house until you think clearly. Don’t let her get to you.”
His lips parted slightly as if he could inhale her scent, and I hesitated before slipping them just inside his mouth. If he’d punched me I wouldn’t have been surprised, but I hadn’t expected his tongue to brush my fingers as he tasted what was left of her on my skin.
I tested the water a little more, pushing them in further. “She tastes good, doesn’t she?”
I was probably confusing the fuck out of him right now, I knew that I was confused myself. My dick was painfully hard from Rory, but it only got worse as he closed his mouth around my fingers and sucked, a goddamn whimper leaving me.
Heat flared in his eyes, and I swore I stopped breathing as his fingertips brushed my dick through my wet boxers, but the spell was broken when Rory came inside and shut the door a little louder than necessary, making Lukas put a mile between us.
She hadn’t seen shit, but there was a small knowing smile on her face as she passed us, her hand brushing mine.
“I’ll be back down soon. Order the pizza and pick a movie.”
I watched her ass as she walked away, and Lukas vanished in the time it took me to call the pizza place. I’d leave him alone until he wandered back out or he’d only leave.
At least Rory seemed to hate me a little less now that I’d had my hands all over her.
She joined me in the theater room once the pizza had arrived, and she sat beside me on the couch instead of choosing a seat further away.
Progress.
“Where’s Luke?” she asked as I handed her a slice of pizza.
“Probably in his bedroom. He’ll come down when he’s ready.”
“You guys always seem so worried about hurting me, but make sure you don’t hurt each other too,” she said softly, her pretty eyes burning into mine. “You both need to talk about whatever’s happening between you.”
“I’ve tried. You know what he’s like.”
“You’ve never been into guys before, right? Why are you so calm about all of this?”
“I don’t think kissing boys is a sin that’s going to damn me to hell and ruin my chances of ruling my social circle,” I said dryly, being hyper aware of her thigh pressing against mine.
“I also don’t have Karen as a parent. My dad’s a dick, but he doesn’t really give a fuck what I do.
If I wanted to take a dick up the ass, it really isn’t anyone else’s business.
I’ve never thought about it before though. ”
I didn’t miss the way her body leaned into me a little more, her voice sounding almost breathless. “You’d be okay with that?”
“If it feels good, then I’m fine with it,” I shrugged, taking a bite of pizza to avoid reaching over and hauling her into my damn lap. She’d allowed it outside, but I had a feeling it would be different now.
“Do you want me to get you off to return the favor?” she asked randomly, and I did well not to choke on my food at the instant mental image.
“Do I want you to? Absolutely. Do you have to? No. I didn’t do that to get anything in return, I just did it because I wanted to make you feel good. It wasn’t about sex, it was simply about you,” I explained, her face softening.
“That’s not fair to you.”
“It’s not supposed to be. I’ve groveled with words and it’s not enough, so I think I can suffer through blue balls for a while and grovel more by giving you a bunch of orgasms. You might never forgive me, but at least if you’re getting off regularly, you shouldn’t feel the need to stab me,” I joked, a soft snort of amusement leaving her.
“Ah, so this is a survival tactic.”
“Definitely,” I grinned, my gaze flicking towards the door as Lukas walked in and sat on her other side, silently reaching for some pizza before getting comfortable.
Rory surprised me when she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaning back against Lukas and draping her legs over my lap. Lukas seemed just as surprised by her touch, and he lifted an arm for her to curl into him more.
We sat like that for hours as we talked about school and other random things as we let movies play in the background, and as much as I hated going to bed alone, I was relieved when I noticed Rory follow Lukas into his.
If they could heal from their broken history, then anything was possible.
Maybe she’d be able to help him with his struggles too.