Chapter 23
23
Lukas
“T hat guy was totally flirting with you, Torre.” I was standing right by her side, and it was like he didn’t even notice me. The little shit was bound and determined to get inside her pants. He would’ve stopped at nothing. Finally, I pulled her in for a kiss, showing him who she belonged to, and warning him to back off. But, of course, she got mad at me for kissing her in public because people around town know exactly who I am. I understand her concern, and I know I need to be careful, but like hell if I’m ever going to let someone think they can shoot their shot with my girl. She’s mine.
She whips around, glaring up at me. “It doesn’t matter if he was flirting or not. Lukas, you are the only one I want. Girls are always flirting with you. If I got upset about every single one of them, I’d be permanently pissed.”
“I don’t see anyone past you, babe, so there’s no need for you to be jealous or worried.” If a girl looks at me, I don’t even notice, because my eyes are always trained on my girl.
“I know.” She steps forward. “And I’m very secure in what we have. I trust you and I want you to trust me too. I don’t care about that guy or anyone else. But I do care about our parents finding out about us on the news, so you need to be more careful.”
“Yeah, I know. I just want everyone to know you’re mine.” If I had my choice, I’d put my ring on her finger so there wouldn’t be any mistaking the fact.
“I want that too.” She steps forward, her eyes growing soft. “But we have to be patient.”
I yank her towards me. “I promise I’ll be careful. Just quit giving them your pretty smiles.”
Her lips tip up, giving me one right now. Those dimples would bring the strongest man to his knees.
“You want me to scowl at people?” She does her best to make her face rigid, but it’s still sexy as hell.
I step up the stairs, blocking her against the garage door.
“I just want to keep you locked in my room, then I won’t have to worry about any little dipshit eyeing my girl.”
“I like being locked in your room,” she purrs, her little fingers trailing over my hard dick. “Your secret little slut.”
Fuck me. Our parents are going to show up any minute, but I’m not going to be able to wait until tonight to be inside her.
“Show it to me, baby. Pull up that little skirt and show me how plump you are.” I want to see her poking through her panties. Swollen and eager.
She slowly slides the material up her thighs, and I take two steps down, needing an up-close view. Her little white panties are revealed, making me groan. She loves to play sweet and innocent, but it’s all an act. She’s wild and likes it a little rough.
The cotton is already clinging to her skin, giving the perfect outline of her round little button already in need of my mouth. She slips her fingers between her legs, and pulls the material to the side, showing me how ready she is for me. Her fingers start rubbing over her sensitive nub, sliding through her folds, giving me the most perfect show. But I don’t want her coming on her fingers; she’s mine.
I reach for her hand and pull it away. If she wants to come, it’s going to be on my dick. I step up the stairs, lifting her up against the wooden door, then I tug my cock out and slide right into home. God, she feels so good. Always so tight and wet. I begin my steady rocking, making sure I hit that special spot of hers with every thrust. She’s already panting. Eyes so heavy she can barely keep them open. Little teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep herself quiet.
“You better behave this weekend,” I grunt, pumping in faster, “or I’m going to ground this stubborn ass of yours.”
She loves to tease me in front of our friends, taunt me with her naughty little words, her secret touches when no one’s looking, giving me a peek at her clit when I can’t do anything about it. It drives my dick crazy. And with our parents here, it’s not like I can drag her into the other room for a private conversation.
“I’m always a good girl,” she moans, her hips matching me thrust for thrust.
“Is that so?” I hit her G-spot again, and she arches up into me. “You’re being bad right now. Our parents are about to show up and look at you acting like a little slut.”
She’s almost there, I can feel her clenching around my shaft, cinching me up tight, trying to squeeze the cum out of my balls. That word drives her crazy, soaking my thighs as she squirts all over me.
“Hey, guys! I need to get something from Travis’s car, so can someone let me into the garage?”
I jerk back at the sound of Sophie’s voice on the other side of the door, and in doing so, I hit the angle that sends my girl straight into her orgasm. I grip her tight to me, trying to keep her steady and not fall on my ass at the same time. “Shit. Fuck.” I’m about to come, and Sophie’s about to come in. “Fuck.”
Thankfully, I hear Travis call for her to answer the front door and then she’s gone, and my cum goes shooting right into my girl’s hot womb as she trembles on my dick.
“Damn, that was close,” I groan, as the remnants rock out of me. “We need to be more careful.”
My girl’s sly smile has my dick flinching inside her. He’s ready for another round.
“I kind of like being bad.” She leans forward, nibbling on my lip. “It’s so fucking hot when we almost get caught. And it makes your dick so much harder.”
Yeah, I can tell she’s going to be trouble this weekend, and I’m going to love every minute of it.