24. Luke
TWENTY-FOUR
LUKE
“Should we get a cuppa tea?” Calla asks in a terrible, fake British accent to fit where we are. I’d laugh, but I’m trying to get my bearings in a country I’ve never been to before. I know Calla is trying to keep herself positive about this entire trip, but I’m on edge.
It has nothing to do with the fact that she’s attending an awards show with Thompson. Nothing at all. Ok, it has everything to do with it. I don’t want that fucker anywhere near my woman, and I hate feeling like this. I’m jealous, and I’m projecting my feelings on to her. It sucks, and I’m worried I’m not going to be able to get over it until she’s walking out of that arena with me instead of him.
It’s ridiculous because I know she hasn’t spoken to him since New York. I know she doesn’t want to talk to him. But I keep hearing his words in my head.
You know she’ll get tired of you and come running back to me.
I don’t believe it, of course. I trust Calla when she says she’s done with him. But with what Thompson said and then Cody basically telling me that I’m not good enough for her, I guess I’m starting to feel like maybe I’m not. Maybe I’ve built this up in my head so much because, for once in my life, I want to be in a relationship.
I want everything that Calla will give me: her mind, her laughs, her body, even her heart. I’ve never wanted that before. Ever. And now I’ve picked someone who is so far out of my league it’s laughable, but she wants me. She. Wants. Me.
The caveman instinct inside wants to claim her, though. The world doesn’t know she’s mine. I think that’s what bothers me the most. I’m falling in love with a woman who everyone thinks is in love with someone else.
I know I should just take what I can get here, but I want more. It’s sinking in more and more that the end of her U.S. tour is coming up. What happens next? Do I go back to New York and pretend like everything is fine? Do I follow her to L.A. even though she hasn’t asked me to do that? Will we still be together?
I need to snap out of this. Which is what I’m trying to do when I look over at Calla and realize she’s waiting for me to respond.
“Let’s get you away from all these people first,” I tell her, attempting to hide her from prying eyes as we walk through the airport as best as I can. As a big ‘fuck you’ to Thompson, she re-colored her hair pink. And it’s not the soft, light pink it was before. Nope. She went full-on bright pink. I love it, but it makes it almost impossible to hide her since not many people are walking through the London airport with bright pink hair, especially with a large group surrounding them.
“You’re no fun,” she pouts. I ignore the pout because I’m a sucker for the pout and escort her out to the car that’s waiting on us.
People start to yell her name immediately, which means she’s been recognized. My heart starts to race because this is when it gets tricky. This is when I have to know the difference between a respectful fan and one that could lose their shit around Calla and attack her. My shoulders tense up as I look around. People are pulling out their phones to take pictures. Calla smiles as if she’s given up on trying to disguise herself. She gives a small wave here and there, but thankfully, she doesn’t stop walking, and we make it to our car without incident.
I sigh in relief as we pull away from the airport. While I always care about protecting my clients, I’ll admit that protecting someone you also have feelings for makes the stakes a bit higher.
“Have you finally taken the stick out of your butt?” Calla asks as we drive through the city.
“Excuse me for trying to protect you.”
“You’re excused. But I know it’s more than that. You’ve been in a weird mood since we left the States.”
“Sorry, princess. I guess I’m just not big on international travel.” That’s kind of a lie. The only time I’ve ever traveled internationally was with the military, and I’m not sure that’s really classified as “traveling.” The problem is, I don’t like traveling to a place where I have to watch him put his hands on her again. But I’m not ready to admit that I’m a stage-five jealous clinger to Calla, so my traveling excuse will have to do.
“Don’t worry. I love London. I can’t wait to show you some of my favorite places. If we have time…” Her voice trails off because we both know we likely won’t have time. If we’re lucky, we’ll get an afternoon together, but that’s hardly enough time to see a city as big as London.
Instead of bursting her bubble, I reach out and grab her hand. “I’d love that.”
Our first stop for the day is at her label’s European headquarters, where she sits in meetings, signs at least a hundred copies of her last album, and does several radio interviews.
I’m constantly in awe of this woman. I don’t know how she can keep a smile on her face throughout the entire day when I know she’s dead tired. She never shows it, though. She makes everyone she talks to feel like they have her undivided attention.
Later in the evening, we spend time in bed with room service, watching TV until we fall asleep. The next morning, Ashley has both of us up and in the gym earlier than I’d care to be with this jet lag. Calla and I race each other on the treadmill. Since both of us want to win, we run until we’re gasping for breath and agree to stop at the same time.
Then Calla is thrown straight into prep for the awards show she’s attending with Thompson. The hotel room is suddenly filled with people, which makes me uncomfortable, but both Calla and Ashley seem to be familiar with each of them.
Calla tries on dress after dress. I’m not going to lie; a few of the dresses look absolutely insane. I catch Calla’s eye through the mirror on one of them, and I can tell she’s trying very hard not to laugh.
She decides on a dark blue dress with gold sequins that I think are meant to look like the night sky. My favorite feature is the large slit in the front of the dress that shows off the legs I love so much. But I also hate that slit because it means everyone else is also going to see her legs.
While Calla is getting her hair done, I take the time to catch up on emails and my expense reports. I hate doing expense reports because it feels like I’m asking Cody to reimburse me for hanging out with my partner. Protecting her is second nature. It doesn’t even feel like a job anymore. But Cody sent three emails reminding me to submit the stupid reports, so I do it.
I get more and more anxious as the afternoon goes on, knowing that The Asshole is going to be parading my girl around on his arm.
Poor Calla has no idea what’s going on in my head, but she keeps smiling at me through the mirror as she chats with the stylists.
By the time everyone leaves and Ashley gives us a twenty-minute notice for the car arriving, I’m itching to get my anger out. This is when I need a heavy bag to punch or a partner to spar with. Instead, I’m left with letting it build inside me until I feel like I’m going to explode.
“What’s going on with you?” she asks after the last person leaves the hotel room.
“Nothing. Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” See, that was nice. At least I’m trying not to be angry.
“You haven’t, but thank you. Now tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing is going on,” I say, but I know she’s not convinced.
“Nope. Not buying it. Tell me what’s wrong, or I’ll open that window and tell everyone on that street my name and my room number so they’ll all come running up here.”
“Wow, straight for the jugular with that one.”
“Tell me what’s wrong,” she demands again.
Fuck. I know she’s not going to let this go, but admitting it makes me feel weak.
I run my hands through my hair before I finally turn away from her because I’m certainly not going to reveal my weakness while looking her in the eye. “It’s him.”
“Him?” I hear the confusion in her voice. “As in…?”
“As in your fucking ex.”
“Ah,” she says in understanding. “You, of all people, know that I don’t feel anything but animosity for that man anymore.”
“I know, Calla. But the whole world is going to see you with him and assume you’re together. No one knows that you’re mine.”
Her eyes go wide, and her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. She likes that. She likes being mine.
“Am I? Yours?” She’s genuinely curious, and I suppose we’ve never actually talked about this before. But of course, she’s mine. There’s no doubt in my mind. Just like I’m also hers.
I take a few steps forward, closing the gap between us. I slide my hand to the back of her neck, careful not to mess up her hair, and pull her face as close to mine as I can without actually kissing her.
“Yes, princess. You’re mine just like I’m yours. If you have to question that, then I obviously haven’t done my job. Let me show you just how mine you are.”
I kiss her hard, lipstick be damned. The moan she lets out tells me she doesn’t care about her lipstick, either.
“My feelings for you are driving me insane, Calla.” I trail kisses down her neck. “What have you done to me?”
I tug the top of her dress down to expose one of her perfect tits. Thankfully, for this moment at least, she can’t wear a bra with this. I lower my mouth to suck on her nipple.
“Tell me,” she moans. “Tell me what I’ve done to you.”
“You’re all I think about, Calla. Every second of every day. I’ve never wanted a woman for more than a day, but with you, I want you every fucking day. I want to hold you, talk to you, fuck you, take you out, show you off. I want everyone to know that my name is the one you’re screaming every night.”
“You’re jealous,” she says. I use the slit of her dress to my advantage and push her thin underwear to the side, dragging my finger up her wet center.
“Yeah, I’m fucking jealous, baby. I hate feeling like this. You drive me fucking mad.”
Her eyes close as her head tilts back against the wall I’ve pressed her up against. She’s soaking wet, and it’s all for me.
“What are you going to do about it?” she asks.
This fucking woman.
I sink to my knees and put one of her legs over my shoulder.
“First, I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll never even think of another man.”
I don’t wait for whatever smart-ass comment she was going to make and dive right into her pussy, licking and sucking where I know she needs it. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit the spot I know she needs.
My movements aren’t slow and methodical like they usually are. We don’t have time for that. This is quick and rough and dirty because we need it, or maybe I need it and she’s letting me take it.
I circle my tongue around her clit and finger fuck her fast and hard until her knees nearly give out and liquid is running down my hand from her release.
“Luke,” she cries my name as I remove my fingers and release her leg.
She’s panting as I rise off my knees and unbutton my slacks, pulling out my hard cock.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you until I fill up your tight pussy with my cum so that you have to walk around, trying to keep me from dripping down your leg all night.”
“No condom?” she asks. I pause, hoping she tells me it’s ok. I know she’s on birth control, and I also know that we’re both clean since we received our test results a few weeks ago.
“No condom,” I confirm. I hold the tip of my cock at her entrance waiting for her to approve.
“Yes, I need to feel you.”
Thank fuck. I slide into her slick pussy and lift her leg again. This feels so damn good. Dangerously good. “I love this fucking dress.”
“I love that you love it.”
I fuck her fast and hard. The wall vibrates behind us, and I feel sorry for anyone who happens to be in the room next to us. There’s no way they don’t know what’s happening with the banging mixed with Calla moaning “yes” and “Oh god” over and over again. Her nails dig into my back, even with a shirt on. I’m gripping her thigh hard enough that it might just leave a bruise. I feel bad about that, but I can’t pull back now. I need this. She needs this.
“I’m gonna come inside you, baby,” I tell her. “I’m gonna fill you up.”
Her hands move from my back down to my ass. Her touching me is all it takes for me to reach the edge. When she feels me go still inside her, she holds me in place as if she’s making sure to get every last drop of my cum.
As soon as she’s milked me dry, I realize what I’ve done. I came inside a woman. Something I was always warned against growing up. So much so that I’ve never even had an interest in fucking without a condom. Sure, I wanted to know what it felt like, but not enough to risk pregnancy or diseases. But now, I feel my cum all around her pussy. What would it feel like to know I put a baby in her? Watch her stomach grow with my baby? The thought alone makes my cock twitch in her pussy.
Is this a new kink I’ve recently developed, or is this what it feels like when you actually want a future with someone?
Either way, it scares the hell out of me how much I like the idea.
I slowly pull out of her and use my fingers to push any runaway cum back inside her pussy. Then I move her panties back in place, securing it in there for the night. Such a caveman thing to do, but I want her smelling like me when she’s around that asshole. I can’t help it.
I bring my cum covered fingers up to her mouth. She opens and sucks them in without me saying a single word. Her smudged red lips look beautiful around my fingers.
“You’re going to remember who you belong to tonight, right, baby?” I ask her as I reluctantly pull my fingers from her mouth.
“Only you, Luke.”
I finally put her leg down and give her one quick kiss. “You might want to fix your lipstick.”
She rolls her eyes. “Damn it.”
“You’re welcome,” I say with a smirk.
I let her off the wall, and she heads to the mirror in the room to try and fix her makeup.
“Do you feel better now?” she asks me as I tuck in my shirt and button my pants. It’s a hard question to answer. Do I feel better? Yes, I guess I do now that I’ve marked her. But it still sucks knowing the whole world thinks she’s with him. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over that.
But I don’t want to ruin her evening. Hell, she made this stupid agreement to save my ass. It’s not like I won’t be with her all night to make sure Thompson doesn’t get too handsy.
“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t apologize. I kinda like a jealous Luke Pierson.”
Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Well, that makes one of us.”
There’s a loud knock on the hotel room door, and then Ashley yells, “Time to go.”
I look at Calla, who, besides her flushed cheeks, has completely put herself back together. “Alright, let’s go win you some awards.”