23. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
I May Need a Repeat
Kaden
L uke’s arms are wrapped around me, both of us a puddle of sweat and cum, and out of breath from the thorough fucking he just gave me. Talk about keeping to his word. He’s still inside me and I want to beg for more. I’m officially addicted to all things Luke.
On the way back to his place I promised myself this was it, to get him out of my system, nothing more. I spent the last month sulking over him. And that was only after a couple hours of conversation and a nice cock to suck. How the fuck am I supposed to walk away from him after today? And not only because he gave me the best dicking down I’ve ever had, but we had a good time. He’s funny and sweet. The conversation was easy. Why would I even want to walk away?
You don’t, Kaden. Admit it.
I don’t. The question is, does he? I think Luke and I both know he’s not straight. He wasn’t freaked out by anything we’ve done, never hesitated for a second. It wasn’t like when things started with Tyler. Fuck, I hate comparing him to Tyler. I hate thinking about that jerk at all.
Luke is not Tyler. I need to stop putting him in the same box that asshole created in my head. I need to give him a chance to prove I’m worrying for no reason.
Lips on the nape of my neck snap my attention back to him. His body wrapped around mine makes me feel warm and safe. I could get lost in his arms and be completely happy never leaving. Our breathing has returned to normal, and Luke’s hand splayed out on my stomach brushes gently across my ill-defined abs. They’re nothing like his cum gutters for sure. Forget about six pack, the man has craters between his eight pack. I wanted to lick through every one of them earlier, but I was too eager to get his cock in my mouth again.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Luke whispers between kisses on my neck and shoulders.
“I may need to charge a little more. There’s some interesting stuff happening up here right now.” I tap my temple.
“I’m not sure if it’s anything compared to mine,” he huffs a halfhearted laugh.
I can’t help the reaction my body has to his words. I know he felt it too when his arms tighten and squeeze around me.
“Stop. It’s not what you think. I promise.” Luke does his best to assure me.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Besides your body becoming stiff as a board and inhaling like it was your last breath, I know you’ve been worried about me being straight.”
He pauses long enough for me to take in that he’s read me all along.
“What I don’t understand is, why you’re so worried? I’m obviously interested in you. I think you’re interested in me. What does it matter what adjective I used to label myself with?”
Ignoring his question which I am for sure as hell not getting into right now, I question his original comment. “Then what were you thinking about if it wasn’t that?”
“I was thinking how much I’m enjoying my cock still being inside you and wondering how I could take up residence there for the foreseeable future.”
I laugh hard causing my body to shake, and Luke’s softening dick continues sliding out of me. “You’re a fan of cock warming, huh?”
“I am now. Your ass is like someone handing me the answer to every problem I’ve ever had and makes them all better,” Luke whispers.
“Thank. You. I think?” Shaking my head at his ridiculousness.
“Yes, it’s a compliment,” he laughs as he rolls over to throw the condom away I presume and walks off towards the bathroom.
I hear footsteps coming back shortly after, feeling a warm towel gently sweeping down my ass.
“Are you in any pain? I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
Luke keeps surprising me. He fucks like an animal and then is sweet and taking care of me afterwards. No one has ever done that for me.
“I’m okay. I’ll be sore tomorrow I’m sure, but in a good way.” I smile even though he can’t see it.
He pulls me so I lie on my back and continues wiping me down with another warm towel he brought back with him. Sitting over me on his knees, his eyes meet mine. He studies my face like it will give him answers to questions he hasn’t asked.
“What’s the interesting stuff going on up there?” Luke taps on my temple this time, letting his finger slide down my face along my jawline, ending its journey swiping across my lips.
“Do you want the good or the bad?”
Luke’s face scrunches with distaste for his options. “Let’s start with the bad, I guess.” Eyebrows furrowed together, his voice showing no sign of confidence in his choice.
“Earlier your dick was distracting me from licking every inch of your abs,” I give him a coy smile, to which he shakes his head and chuckles.
“I don’t see that as a bad thing, but I’ll happily take a raincheck on the abs licking.”
“Then you’ll need to leave your pants on if I have any chance of completing my mission.”
He grins, leaning down kissing me softly. “Duly noted. If that was bad, then I’m excited to hear the good.”
I hesitate, scared to death of being vulnerable with him, but I have to give him a chance. I have to give myself a chance to be happy.
“I’m done trying to push you away.”
He doesn’t respond right away but never breaks eye contact. I wait hoping to see something in his eyes to give me a clue what he is thinking.
When he finally speaks, I’m not prepared for his response. “It doesn’t matter if you were done or not, I didn’t plan on letting you go so easily,” Luke says with all seriousness, planting a firm kiss on my lips.
Once he’s done attacking my mouth, he jumps off the bed. Rummaging through a drawer he grabs a pair of black boxer briefs, sliding them up those muscular legs and covering his plump ass that is screaming for me to bite it. Mental note for later. He lays a gray pair on the bed for me and walks backwards towards the door. “Go take a shower while I make some food and find a movie for us to watch. I left some towels on the counter for you.”
I lie there a little longer, taking a few minutes for myself to ponder about everything that happened tonight. If someone would have told me this morning when I woke up that by this evening I’d be lying in Luke’s bed after he fucked me into oblivion, getting ready to shower and then watch a movie with him I would have referred them to a doctor for their delusions.
Movement on the bed startles me. The massive cat strolling its way up the bed is a sight to behold. It has a thick orangish coat and pointed ears with tufts off the tips. The fur on this cat must weigh a ton by itself. It makes its way up to my face, purring like a car muffler.
I reach out to pet it as it starts rubbing it’s face on my forehead. “Hey there cutie. Aren’t you the prettiest thing ever.” It plops itself on the bed leaning up against me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt fur this soft on an animal.
“Fred, come and eat!” I hear Luke call from the kitchen, followed by the ‘pspspsps’ sound we all summon cats with.
Fred jumps up and runs out of the room to find his meal. I chuckle at Luke naming his cat Fred knowing damn well he named him after the goofy character in one of our mutually favorite movies.
I don’t waste any more time and hurry to take a quick shower. Loving the way Luke’s body wash reminds me of him, I use a little more than necessary.
I dry myself off and throw on his boxers, feeling comforted that he offered without thinking twice.
Following the smell of bacon into the kitchen, I find Fred on a stool staring at Luke on the opposite side of the island where he turns to toss onions and peppers into a pan.
“Does he always watch you cook?” I ask him, walking over to Fred to give him some loving.
“Always. It’s not like he’s waiting for me to give him something. He doesn’t like any human food. I guess he finds it interesting.” Luke shrugs his shoulders and rounds the corner.
His hand wraps around the nape of my neck holding me still to pin his lips to mine. Fred is offended by our lack of attention to him as he headbutts my side then Luke’s a few times until we separate and comply with his demands.
“Don’t mind him. He’s not used to sharing me.” Luke says, returning to the stove to cook.
I file that statement away for a later discussion. “What exactly are you making?” I’m confused as I scan what is on the counter and stove.
“Breakfast tacos. Eggs, bacon, peppers, onions, green chiles, and cheese in tortillas. Is that okay? Anything you don’t like? Allergies?” Luke rambles off, pausing preparing anything else until I answer.
“No, it sounds great. I love breakfast for dinner. I’m still hungry since we barely ate at the restaurant.” I sit down next to Fred to give him some snuggles.
“That would be your fault, but I am not complaining.” Luke smiles over his shoulder.
I roll my eyes then let them wander around his apartment since I was escorted rather quickly to his bedroom when we got here. The main room is a big open concept. The kitchen, of course, the most eye-catching area. Only natural Luke would need plenty of space to cook more at home.
The living room is at the far side of the room, away from the door. A gray sectional couch in the middle of the room, surrounded by coffee and end tables, and an extremely large flat screen TV on the wall.
“You can go sit in there if you want. I’ll bring the food when it’s ready.” Luke motions towards the couch.
I walk over and plop on the couch, turning on the TV. I scroll through the apps until I find what I am looking for.
Fred joins me on the couch headbutting my hand. Luke follows suit a few minutes later with two plates in hand.
“These look delicious.”
We both stuff our faces, enjoying the tacos and laughing between bites at Patrick breaking down the meaning of ‘wumbo.’
This is nice, easy. Like we’ve known each other for years. By the time we finish eating and watching a couple episodes of SpongeBob and his friends’ escapades, I know it’s getting late. As much as I don’t want to go, I’m getting tired and have to get up early tomorrow.
“I’ll help you clean up and then get going. Early riser here,” I say raising my hand.
Luke glances at his watch, “Shit, it is getting late, and I still have to take a shower. I have a long day tomorrow, too.” Without a word he gets up from the couch heading towards his bedroom, coming back with my clothes and his phone in hand.
He unlocks and hands me his phone. “Number. I’m not letting you leave here without it.”
“Bossy much? Geez.” I pretend to be offended albeit taking his phone obeying his order.
Luke brings the plates to the kitchen while I get dressed and order my Uber. He meets me at the door, Fred in tow. Demanding thing he is rubbing himself all over my legs, I bend down to pet him one more time.
“I’ll talk to you soon?” Luke asks with doubt in his tone.
“Yes.” I comfort him further with a passionate kiss, having to hastily pull away before lack of better judgement takes hold of me and I walk straight back to his bed.
The perma-grin that remains on my face lasts until I’m in my bed drifting asleep. My dreams are no longer haunted with unattainable moments with Luke.
The last week since I’ve seen Luke has been full of random texts from him at all hours of the day. I wake up in the morning to 2 am sleep deprived ramblings about his day. Everything from what he had to eat to some silly thing his business partner, Gabe, had said or done that day. He sounds like a spirited character. The current message is a selfie of Luke in bed this morning with Fred’s enormous body lying on his bare tattooed chest, face nuzzled in his neck, with the caption ‘I can’t breathe, send help!’ My grin is back.
“Hello, earth to Kaden. You still with us?” Connor breaks my train of thought snapping his fingers in my direction.
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
“What are you staring at on your phone that has you smiling like it’s Christmas morning? Rather who is it, because that my friend is a dopey lovesick smile happening.” Leave it to Connor to say exactly what’s on his mind.
“It’s not love, hush yourself.” I hit him with a stern look in warning.
“But it is someone , now spill the tea.” He counters with a smirk knowing he got the response for which he was hoping. “Ender tell him to fess up now or else.”
Ender is lying on the couch arm over his face, his head on Connor’s leg. “Fight your own battles, Connor,” he says, intent on minding his own business. Connor jerks his leg under Ender’s head in retaliation. “Asshole. If Kaden doesn’t want to talk about whoever it is then leave him alone.”
Connor ignores Ender’s grumpiness and widens his eyes, forcefully encouraging me to tell him.
“It’s Luke,” I say, cringing waiting for the lecture.
Ender is suddenly interested in the conversation turning to me with a shocked look on his face.
Connor is of course the first to give his opinion. “That’s the guy from the bathroom at that party you went to around Christmas time. I thought he was straight and off limits?”
“We’ve been talking.”
“Kaden, that doesn’t answer my question. That was not a smile from talking with someone. You fucked him, didn’t you? What happened to no more straight men?”
“I didn’t fuck him.”
Connor sees right through me. “So, he fucked you? Don’t play semantics with me.”
“He’s not Tyler.” I reply indignantly.
“Maybe he’s not and we can’t tell you what to do,”
“Don’t lump me into this,” Ender interrupts.
Connor rolls his eyes at him and continues, “but be careful, please. I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
I respond with a nod which seems to satisfy him.
“Fine, now let’s see some pictures of this snack that’s giving you those heart eyes.” Connor jumps up with excitement dropping Ender’s head to the couch, and crashes down next to me on the smaller couch.
I laugh at him, “I only have a couple selfies he’s sent me over the past week.” I pick my phone back up and open the photo app where I saved all of them.
“Did he send you dick pics? Please tell me he did and share them with your friends.” Connor claps his hands together as though he’s praying.
Ender chimes in again from the other couch, his arm over his face again, “Please don’t.”
“No, he hasn’t, and I wouldn’t show you even if he did.”
“Joy killer. Then what can you show me?”
I decide to only show him this morning’s pic hoping it’s enough to satisfy his nosiness.
“Oh okay. I get it now. I couldn’t turn down anything from that man, either. He’s hot. I bet he has a huge dick, doesn’t he? Can we share him?” Connor has no shame in asking blunt questions.
“No. Stay away from him you manwhore.” I nudge Connor off of me, smiling at his antics.
“Don’t slut shame me! When I find someone who measures up to my expectations, I’ll be monogamous. I refuse to settle for the bare minimum. Until then the world is my playground.”
I can’t argue with his logic. My phone chirps with a text message. I see it’s an unknown number.
Hey Kaden. It’s Jackson
Lanie's boyfriend
Faith gave me your number when I was over there the other night. Hope it’s okay
I wanted to take Lanie out for her birthday and then all of us meet at the Garden
Can you and your friends join us? I know Lanie would want you all there
Faith had already told me the plans and that Jackson asked for my number. It feels weird to text him knowing he doesn’t know about Luke and me…hooking up? It feels a little more than that now, but according to Lanie he hasn’t said anything about it. I don’t want to ask Luke obviously, because it’s nothing to talk about yet and I don’t want him to think he has to do anything for me.
“You guys are still coming to The Garden for Lanie’s birthday, right?” I ask the guys.
“Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Connor is quick to respond.
“Who will be there?” Ender isn’t as eager.
“Just us, Jackson, probably his cousin Dakota. Not sure anyone else will be there.”
“Your boyfriend isn’t coming?” Ender is moodier than usual today.
“He’s not my boyfriend and he hasn’t said anything about it, so I assume not. Plus, he’s super busy with the restaurant. I doubt it he has the time.”
“Fine, I’ll go.”
We’ve learned to ignore his mood swings over the years. Ender has had a rough life, albeit he is only in his late 20s. We can’t fault him for having shitty parents. We’ve learned the difference between Ender wanting to engage with people and wanting to be alone to destress. This is one of those in-between stages where he doesn’t want to be alone but would rather not converse if he doesn’t have to.
Hi Jackson! Yes, we’re all going to meet up with y’all. Let me know what time you plan on getting there with Lanie.
That’s great. Thanks, and can’t wait to meet you officially *smiley face emoji*
Lanie and Jackson have been stuck together like glue that she hasn’t hung out with any of us, except Faith by default because they live together. I don’t blame her though. She’s hopelessly in love already. I’m not even in love with Luke and I want to spend all my time with him if it wasn’t for the restaurant keeping him so busy.
Just one more month…