Chapter 26 #2
He sets a steady rhythm, and I’m gripping the counter so hard my knuckles are white. The papers scatter, the pen rolls off onto the floor, and I don’t care. Can’t care about anything except the feeling of him inside me, filling me, claiming me.
His hands are on my hips, holding me in place. “Gods, I can’t get enough. Spent days just devouring you and I still want more.”
“Then take it,” I gasp.
He does. His pace increases, rougher now, and he’s hitting deep. The angle is perfect because I’m seeing stars with every thrust.
My phone rings.
We both freeze.
“Don’t answer it,” Luke growls, but he doesn’t stop moving. Slow, shallow thrusts that keep me on edge.
I glance at where my phone is buzzing on the counter. Harper’s name lights up the screen.
“I have to.” I reach for it with a shaking hand. “It’s Harper.”
“Fine. Make it quick.” Luke pulls back, then slams forward, and I barely manage to swallow a scream. “But I’m not stopping.”
“Luke—”
“Answer. The. Phone.” His voice is dark, commanding, and it sends a thrill through me.
I swipe to answer, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hey, Harper.”
“Hey!” Her voice is bright, cheerful. “Just wanted to confirm that we’re still on for pizza night tonight?”
“Yeah.” Luke thrusts again, and I have to press my free hand over my mouth. “Yeah, we’re still on.”
“Seven o’clock at your place, right? Mack is super excited.”
“That works.” I’m trying so hard to sound normal, but Luke is keeping up a steady pace now. Not stopping. His hands tight on my hips, angling me just right. “That’s—that’s perfect.”
“You sure you don’t want us to bring anything?” Harper asks. “I know Arrow said he’s handling the food, but?—”
“No, don’t—” Luke hits a spot that makes my toes curl, and I have to turn a moan into a cough. “Sorry. Don’t bring anything. Arrow has gone kind of crazy with the food.”
Luke leans forward, his chest against my back, his mouth at my ear. “Good girl,” he whispers, voice low enough that Harper can’t hear.
I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die right here in this kitchen.
“You okay?” Harper’s voice sharpens with concern. “You sound weird. Out of breath.”
“I’m fine.” I press my forehead against the cool marble counter. “Just getting a few things done. Running around, you know.”
Luke shifts the angle slightly, and oh God?—
A moan slips out before I can stop it.
“Cindy?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I’m giggling now, can’t help it. The absurdity of this situation. Trying to have a normal conversation while Luke is inside me, while I can feel every inch of him stretching me. “Yes. See you later for pizza. Don’t need to bring anything. I mean it.”
She’s laughing. “Okay, but I’m bringing wine anyway.” Harper pauses. “Are you sure you’re okay? You sound really?—”
“I’m great.” Another thrust, and I bite my lip hard. “Perfect. Totally normal. See you at seven.”
I hang up before Harper can ask any more questions, dropping the phone onto the counter.
Luke immediately speeds up, pounding into me hard enough that I have to brace myself. “That was so fucking hot,” he growls. “Watching you try to stay quiet. Knowing I’m inside you and she has no idea.”
“You’re terrible,” I gasp, but I’m pushing back against him, meeting every thrust.
“ Y eah, but you love it.”
The phone rings again.
I blink, dazed, clinging to the counter while Luke is still deep inside me. “Are you kidding me?” I gasp, twisting to see the screen.
Holt.
Oh God.
Before I can slap a hand toward the red button to make it stop, Luke grabs the phone.
“Hey, babe,” Holt’s voice crackles through the speaker.
And then Luke slams into me hard.
I nearly drop to my knees, a moan tearing out of me before I can stop it. “Oh?—”
There’s a pause on the other end. “Cindy? What the hell was that?”
“I’m fine,” I choke out, breathless. “Totally fine. What’s up?”
Luke’s eyes gleam with mischief. He grins and goes faster.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Jesus Christ,” Holt growls. “Are you getting fucked right now?”
“We’re just a little busy. You know how it is,” Luke answers for me.
He thrusts again, hard enough to make the slap echo through the kitchen, and I swear I see stars.
“You fucking bastard,” Holt snarls. “You’re fucking her. You answered the damn phone while you were inside her?”
“Sorry,” I whisper, not sure if I’m apologizing to Holt or the gods or my trembling knees.
“Don’t apologize,” Holt snaps. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. He’s just rubbing it in because I’m not there.”
Luke chuckles darkly, cocky as hell. “Not rubbing it in. Yet.”
“You smug piece of shit?—”
I grab the phone, barely able to speak between breaths. “Holt. I love you. But I swear to God if you don’t hang up, I’m going to combust.”
“I hope you do,” he mutters. “Explode all over his cock. Then save some of that heat for me.”
Then the line goes dead.
Luke tosses the phone aside with a satisfied grin. “He started it.”
I shove back against him, voice cracking. “Then finish it.”
His hand slides around to where we’re joined, fingers finding my clit. “Come on. Let me feel you come.”
It doesn’t take much. I’m already so close, wound so tight from the vibrator and the risk of being caught and just him. The orgasm hits me hard, and I’m shaking, crying out his name, barely able to stay upright.
His hips jerk against mine and stop. “Fuck, Cindy. Fuck. I want you upstairs so I can knot you.”
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard.
“Wow. You two done christening the kitchen, or should I come back later?”
I squeak and twist my head toward the doorway.
Arrow is there. Leaning against the frame like he’s got all the time in the world. Grocery bags at his feet. Grinning like the devil just gave him a private show.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, pushing off the counter in a panic, cheeks blazing.
Luke pulls out of me, unapologetic and still fully hard.
“Jesus , ” Arrow groans, shielding his eyes with one hand. “Could you not point that thing at me? This isn’t a duel.”
“You’re the one who walked in.” Luke shrugs, reaching for a kitchen towel way too slowly. “Maybe knock next time before entering my orgasm zone. ”
Arrow barks out a laugh, eyes glued to me instead of Luke. “Sorry. Wasn’t expecting live-action porn between the bananas and the eggs. Hi, babe.”
I scramble to grab my panties, the vibrator, and my phone, trying to smooth my dress and failing miserably.
Arrow’s gaze drags over me as if I’m the damn buffet.
“You’re glowing, you know that?” he says, still grinning. “All flushed. It’s adorable.”
“Stop looking at her like that,” Luke mutters.
“Then stop fucking her in communal spaces,” Arrow fires back, though he’s not even trying to look away. His grin just grows .
Luke rolls his eyes, tossing the towel over his shoulder. “We were gonna head upstairs.”
“Oh?” Arrow quirks a brow at me. “The heat room is free, last I checked. Want some company?”
“No,” I say too fast, backing away. “Nope. I’m good from you both. I just need, uh, hydration. And space. To breathe.”
They both take a step toward me.
“Sounds good,” Luke says, voice low.
“Let’s go,” Arrow echoes, already moving to scoop up the grocery bags with a wink. “I brought popsicles.”
“Oh my God,” I squeak, bolting out of the kitchen through the side door that brings me out into the hallway with my face on fire. “You two are insane!”
Heavy footsteps follow me. Not fast. Just enough to make it clear I’m being hunted .
“Hey, babe?” Arrow calls up the stairs. “You dropped your panties!”
“Shut up!” I shout, laughing and running, completely overwhelmed, and deliriously happy.
I can’t believe this is my life.
And I’m not sure I want to change a damn thing.