Chapter 24 Presley
PRESLEY
Between Luke’s remodel, work, and everything in between, it had been a crazy few weeks.
Luke had it in his head that he wanted all the renovations done before May, and while he had a lot of help, there was a lot to be done.
And we both had jobs and commitments to uphold, and through it all, we were trying to date.
It wasn’t easy, but somewhere in the middle of the chaos, we’d managed to find a quiet rhythm that worked. Our days passed with the usual blur of work, errands, and responsibilities, but we always made time for calls and texts.
Sometimes, a simple text from him would make my entire day.
It wouldn’t be much. Just him asking about how things were going, but I liked knowing he was thinking about me. And every night, no matter how late or tired we might be, we always found a way to end our day together.
It wasn’t always some grand gesture or wild night of passion. While we had our fair share of those, mostly we just enjoyed the comfort of being in each other’s arms when we fell asleep. It became our normal, and I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
Which is why my heart started to race a little when I heard his bike pull into my driveway.
Seconds later, the front door opened and closed, followed by the sound of his boots thudding across the kitchen floor.
I was curled up on the sofa, pretending to watch TV, but in truth, I’d been waiting for him to walk through that door for over an hour.
He rounded the corner, and when he spotted me on the sofa, he smiled and asked, “You’re still up?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” I turned the TV off before asking, “How was work?”
“Busy, but busy is good.” He slipped off his cut and draped it over the chair. “It makes the night go by faster.”
I nodded, watching him a bit longer than I’d meant to, and before I could shake it from my thoughts, the images started to creep in. The stage lights. Glitter. Music. And most of all, all the gorgeous women in heels and not much else.
I trusted him. I really did. But trust didn’t magically erase all of my insecurities. When he noticed me staring, he cocked his brow and asked, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“I don’t want to say, because you’ll make a big deal out of it.”
“Oh, well, now you’ve got me intrigued.” He came over and sat down next to me, immediately pulling me into his lap. “Spill it, woman.”
“Have you ever dated one of the Vault girls?”
“You don’t date the Vault girls, babe.”
“What does that even mean?”
“We hang out or whatever. Nothing serious. Nothing that means anything.”
“So, by hanging out, you mean you sleep with them?”
I couldn’t believe I just threw it out there like that, but I’d said it.
And there was no taking it back. He didn’t look defensive or even the slightest bit guilty.
If anything, he looked entertained. A mischievous smirk crept across his handsome face as he said, “I like it when my girl gets all jealous and shit.”
“I’m not jealous. I was just asking a question.”
“Oh, yeah?” He pointed to my brows as he said, “Well, you’ve got that little crease right there that tells me you are.”
“What?”
“It’s your jealous crinkle,” he teased.
“I do not have a jealous crinkle.”
“But you do. You get it any time you’re feeling a little feisty, and it’s sexy as fuck.”
I tried to keep it together, but his playful grin was contagious. The tension slipped out of me as I admitted, “I just don’t like thinking about you with someone else.”
“That’s fair, and I feel the same about you.”
“So…” I raked my teeth along my bottom lip. “I’m your girl.”
“Hell, yeah. Like there was any question.”
He said it so matter-of-factly, so certain, like he’d decided it a long time ago, and that had me feeling warm all over. On impulse, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, kissing him with a passion that words could never express.
He let out a soft growl, and I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. I loved knowing that I got to him just as much as he got to me. He pulled me close, his body molding perfectly to mine, and that’s all it took.
He stood, lifting me along with him, and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me toward the bedroom. “Whoa! What’s with you and the caveman act?”
“That’s all on you, babe. You bring it out in me.”
He carried me to the bed and tossed me down on the mattress. He made quick work of my pajamas and lace underwear, and before I had a chance to prepare, I felt the bristles of his beard brush against my thighs. My breath caught when he ran his tongue against my clit.
The man had a gift with that sexy mouth of his, and in a matter of seconds, he had me clutching the sheets. He teased and tormented in the most exquisite way, like the map to my orgasm was imprinted on the back of his hand.
It often seemed strange that he got me the way he did, especially when our lives were so vastly different.
While I was down-to-earth and reserved, he was full of life and ready to face the world head on.
I loved that about him. I also loved that he was protective and passionate.
There was a tenderness in his touch that I’d never felt with any man, and I longed for it.
We might’ve been from two completely different worlds, but when we were together, it felt right. And right now, it felt more than right. It felt incredible. I burned for him, and every single touch was like adding fuel to the fire, making me yearn for more.
I closed my eyes, relishing the sensation as he moved his fingers in slow, methodical circles.
It wasn’t long before I started to feel that familiar tingling in my abdomen.
A wave of heat washed over me as he gently teased my clit with the pad of his thumb, using just the right amount of pressure to make me come unglued.
It felt incredible, and after just a few moments, I felt my orgasm start to take hold.
His fingers curled deep inside me, and when he increased the pressure on my clit, I was done.
With a satisfied moan, my head fell back and my entire body started to tremble uncontrollably.
My climax surged through me with a powerful force, causing me to mumble over and over, “Oh, God! Oh, God!”
I was practically floating when he eased back and started removing his clothes. He looked down at me with such desire in his eyes. He wanted me. There was no doubt about that, and I wanted him just as much.
As soon as he eased on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he grazed his cock against my center. My God, it felt so good. I simply couldn’t wait a moment longer to have him inside me, so I reached between us and took him in my hand, positioning him at my entrance.
With one forceful thrust, he slammed deep inside of me.
He gave me a moment to adjust to him before he started to move, slow and easy. I tightened my legs around him, nudging him close to take him deeper.
He pulled back and plunged into me, again and again, and it didn’t take him long to find that spot which made every nerve tingle. Consumed with lust and emotion, I rocked my hips in time with his, meeting his every thrust.
With each second that passed, I was getting closer to the edge. He continued driving into me with the relentless rhythm he’d set, and it wasn’t long before I felt my climax building, burning through my veins.
A deep groan resonated through his chest as he quickened his pace, and that was all it took.
My release crashed over me, causing my entire body to tense around him.
He looked down at me, his eyes slowly roaming over every inch of my body, and the heat of his stare caused goosebumps to prickle against my skin.
A warmth washed over me when he whispered, “So fucking beautiful.”
He lowered his mouth to my shoulder, and he began trailing soft kisses past my collarbone down to my breasts.
Heavy breaths and low moans filled the room as he took my nipple into his mouth.
While he continued to nip and suck along the curves of my breast, he moved inside of me with slow, shallow thrusts.
My God, he felt so good.
His mouth.
His hands.
His hard cock. I was already in complete sensory overload when he started to increase his pace. His movements suddenly became rough and demanding as he took me deeper and harder.
“Yes!” I cried as I tightened around him.
I was getting close, and when Luke’s body grew taut, there was no doubt that he was as well.
We were completely in sync as he slid his hands underneath my backside to lift me higher, and as he angled his position, he instantly found the spot he knew would send us both over the edge.
Seconds later, my orgasm ripped through me, and I heard him let out a gratified groan, as he thrust into me one last time, giving in to his own release. After several moments, he slowly eased off me and lowered himself down on the bed next to me, immediately pulling me over to him.
I let my head fall back on his chest as I listened to the sounds of our erratic breathing slow into a steady rhythm. I was still in a blissful haze when he said, “You know, if you’re really concerned about the girls at the Vault, you should come check things out for yourself.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely. Come any time.”
“Okay. I might just do that.”
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “Then, you’ll see you have nothing to worry about.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“You’re it for me, Pres. Might as well accept it cause nothing’s gonna change it.”
Without saying another word, he closed his eyes, and it wasn’t long before his breathing slowed and his body stilled. He was out, and it wasn’t long before I followed suit.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of Luke’s alarm. His alarm was always after mine. That alone should’ve been a clue. Unfortunately, I was too sleepy to pick up on it. I reached over him and silenced his phone, and when I saw the time, I panicked.