40. A week before the wedding of Luke and Freya
Chapter 40
A week before the wedding of Luke and Freya
Luke
L uke Turner stared up at the blue skies over Copper Island, wondering how he got so lucky meeting and then falling in love with Freya Riley. With one arm cocked, his palm under his head, he shut his eyes to the beaming sun as Freya cuddled into his side. He pulled his other arm tighter around her shoulders until she fully draped on top of him.
The day was scorching, but still he didn’t care Freya was covering his body. His heart pulsated with a steady thrum whenever she touched him.
Freya’s palms flattened onto his chest. He opened his eyes to see she was resting her cheek on them, looking to his left. The grass in her hair was a telltale sign of them making out earlier.
“What are you thinking about, Peaches?” he asked.
“If she’ll come?”
“Who? Aunt Cynthia?”
Her head shifted down and then up for a nod.
Luke’s blood ran cold thinking about his abusive aunt and the damage she’d caused all the Turners.
“I think she would have arrived by now if she was coming. No alarms sounding on our phones from Bailey.”
“It’s seven days away, Luke. There’s plenty of time for her to arrive in a puff of smoke wielding her cane.”
A shiver ran down Luke’s spine, causing him to shake under her for a moment or two at the thought.
“I’ll have an entire congregation of family and friends ready to escort Cynthia out if she dares to disrupt the wedding.”
“Got that right. I’ll go head to head with her. One negative thing out of her mouth and I’ll be having a word.”
“My fearless protector,” Luke mumbled, hauling her up his body.
He raised his head off his hand and crushed his mouth against Freya’s, feeling her warm, soft lips. Now his hand was free, Luke lifted the edge of Freya’s loose shirt and shoved his hand down the back of her jean shorts, under her underwear. He grabbed her arse cheek and tilted his hips up to rub against her pelvis. Just as Freya tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth, he turned them so that he was on top of Freya, continuing to grind against her like a horny teenager.
Heat poured all over his body as his tongue slid against hers. The depth of their familiarity made her reciprocated kiss feel like heaven. Elation filled him when her hands went into his hair with her nails scratching his scalp.
Freya wrenched her head to the side and panted, then her head came back and she pierced him with the most lustful gaze he’d ever seen her send his way.
“We need to talk,” she whispered.
“No. No, we do not need to talk. You have that serious tone and I don’t like it. I already have waking dreams, you’re not going to turn up to the wedding, deciding you don’t want anything to do with the Turner name.”
She cupped his face, and then pressed both her thumbs to his lips, but he carried on talking. She giggled at his scrunched up lips moving.
“Please tell me you’re not calling the whole thing off?”
Freya sighed as she smiled at him. He could feel his forehead scrunched with lines of worry.
“There is nothing amusing about this,” he said, feeling like she was making fun of his anguish.
“Darling husband-to-be. I fear what I’m about to tell you is much, much worse.”
Luke’s heart lurched. As he gazed into her eyes brimming with pure love, Luke felt completely bewildered by the absence of a bra, her breasts pressed against his chest, and her words, which were even more devastating than rejecting his proposal.
Luke rearranged them, leaning one forearm in the grass while his other arm hitched her right leg around his waist and her right arm around his shoulders. He repeated the same for her other arm and leg, leaning on his left forearm. Once he was wrapped up in a Freya hug, he nodded.
Luke gazed down at her. He was on both forearms to keep as much weight off her as he could, but made sure his erection was pressing against her.
“That’s better. Right, whatever you have to say, you’re going to have to convince me while we’re dry humping.”
Freya stretched her neck back, letting out a laugh that he felt in his belly.
“I think we should abstain,” she said.
“From sex?” he shrieked.
Luke looked around to see if Jason and Archer were nearby with a camera. This had to be a joke.
“Yes.”
“For how long?” he asked warily.
“Until the wedding.”
“That’s six days, twenty hours, and a handful of minutes.”
She lifted her beautiful face and stared at him, her eyes glittering with humour. Luke tucked his chin to his chest to stare right back, soaking in her amusement.
“How do you know the hours and minutes?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
Letting his head drop with a thud, he hummed. After a few moments, he mumbled his answer.
“I might have an app for that.”
“Luke,” she said and then grinned at him. “I love you so much.”
“Not enough, because you’re withholding fucking.”
“Not just orgasms. All touch.”
Luke leaned up, rested his forearms on the grass and took a long breath in before he exhaled through his nose. He thought she was joking until he saw her serious expression. Still, he did not agree with her wishes.
“Fuck off, no. No fucking way. We live together. We share a fucking bed.”
Freya tried to wriggle free but his legs had entwined with hers, keeping her in place. Not that she resisted all that much.
“I’m going to stay at Edward Hall now the last event has moved out. I’ll stay in the room where I will be getting ready on the day to be your wife.”
Luke was inching further upright and Freya had to move to accommodate as he shifted.
“Why in the fuck would you want this?”
Freya rolled to her back and spoke to the cloudless sky, sounding light and airy like she was listing off what they could pack for a picnic.
“Well, two reasons. I have a surprise for you that will need to happen in three days. So you wouldn’t be able to touch me or you’ll spoil the surprise for the wedding night.”
Shifting to his side, he held her hand in his palm and reached out his other hand to flatten it onto her stomach. Like a teenager, he wiggled her body to make her breasts move under her shirt.
Freya wasn’t wearing a bar. It made her giggle. The best sound he’d ever heard.
“All right. That’s sounds sexy and I’m going to like it.”
“I hope so. I’ve convinced the girls to do it with me.”
“That sounds like it’s to do with this,” he said, moving his hand over her jean shorts to slip between her thighs. Freya was faster, and she closed her legs tight so his fingers were resting on her thighs.
“Not telling. You’ll have to wait and see.”
She said this, letting out a full laugh, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to contain her belly laugh.
Moving his hand back up, he went past her ribcage and squeezed the breast nearest him. Freya let out a moan.
“So why does that have to start a week before we get hitched?”
“I think the anticipation will amp up the wedding night. We can’t keep our hands off each other. Can you imagine what it will be like after a week? It will be like the cave all over again.”
Luke was pinching her erect nipple and her words were all breathy, like she was half way to an orgasm. His dick was hard in his pants. The whole no sex talk wasn’t working for his cock.
“Yeah. I hate the whole idea, but yeah.”
“So you’ll agree to it?”
He’d agree to anything if that was what she wanted.
“On one condition,” Luke said and grinned down at her.
“What’s that?”
“I fuck you now, right here.”
“I am not having sex in a lavender field,” Freya protested, looking left and right at all the surrounding lavender.
“You love lavender.”
“I do. But what if a bumblebee stings your arse?”
Luke ignored that idea and made her laugh.
“It won’t sting my arse. It will sting yours, Peaches.”
Luke seized Freya, arranging himself upright with her straddling his lap. His hand was back down the back of her shorts, dragging her pelvis against his erection.
“Luke,” she whispered.
Freya looked left and right as he kissed her throat.
“Yeah, Peaches? This is private Turner land. No one is coming this way.”
Luke smiled as her eyes shifted to over his left shoulder and then back to him. She looked terrified and aroused at the same time.
“Okay,” she whispered, and then pecked his mouth with a kiss.
Freya held her pelvis in place on his rigid shaft and leaned back to lift off her shirt. She tossed it aside. Before she could move to her shorts, Luke clasped onto her breast with his mouth, sucking hard as he flattened his hands on her back to bring her close. He felt her hands on his knees with her fingers digging into the sides.
“Luke, what if someone finds us?”
“I promise you they won’t. Relax and enjoy the ride,” he murmured over her breast as he brushed his lips across her taut nipple.
His head came up, and he took her mouth to kiss her slow. The first slide into her mouth was his favourite. She knew what to do when he took it slow. As he slid in, Freya slid her tongue into his mouth, caressing the other side. Then he swiped over the flat part of her tongue and did the same to the other side. In on a slow slide, swipe across and out on a slow slide. Over and over again he repeated until Freya was moaning and squirming. She tilted her head further, wrapped her arms around his neck and squashed her chest against his and then things got out of hand. While they still kissed, the rest of their clothes came off and then her soft stomach was against his. Her nipples grazed his chest and he could have stayed like that, wrapped in Freya’s arm until the day he died.
Freya was wet against his cock, rocking back and forth with her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her arms had loosened on his shoulders. Instead, her fingers dug in while she rocked to the edge.
“Want you bare,” Luke said, kissing her throat.
“I’m glad about that,” she said.
He could tell she wasn’t paying any attention to his words. They’d never had sex without a condom.
“I want you bare right now,” he said.
Freya seemed to sober from her lust haze and stopped moving on his erection. He realised his mistake too late and needed her back to moving.
“One week and we can be bare the entire time,” she said.
“Okay,” he whispered as he reached for his wallet.
While Freya took the condom out of his hands, she shifted back. Luke didn’t want her retreating from the edge of climax and slipped his hand between her thighs and pushed in two fingers, but only an inch. He jolted them in and out in quick jabs at the opening. His eyes were on her face as she bit her lip, stopped rolling the condom down his shaft, and closed her eyes on a moan.
He could watch her to that until he died, too.
Her hands dropped away, and he looked down to see if she’d finished the task.
She had.
With two hands on her hips, he lifted her up, aligned his cock and then pulled her down inch by inch until he seated his cock deep inside her. She was snug and warm and the single throb sent of ripple of tingles down his spine.
“Move Peaches. Let me see your tits bounce. I have to make these memories last an entire fucking week. Fuck me hard and make me come,” he demanded.
She did not disappoint, smirking down at him as she rose and fell, rocking forward and back with her hips as she pulled on her nipples.
He lost his reality and came before her, but only by half a minute. While he was having an orgasm to beat all highs, her climax prolonged his as she kept working his cock until she sank down for the last time. Then she collapsed forward and draped her upper body on his chest.
“You gonna turn up, Turner?”
“Wild horses wouldn’t stop me,” he murmured into her hair as he wrapped her up tight while she still sheathed him.