Lukas #2
“That was the end of our relationship, but yeah, besides a kiss here and there, that’s it. That’s all I could ever do. No one’s ever had me, Lukas, not in the ways you have.”
It’s my turn to be selfishly happy, because fuck, I’ve lost count of the nights I tossed and turned, punching the pillow, thinking of her with anyone that wasn’t me.
And I know she means sexually, intimately, but there’s a swell of hope in my chest that she means emotionally, too.
Because no one has ever had me in that way besides her. And no one ever will.
“I can practically hear your smile over the phone, Lukas.”
It’s the first time since I picked up the phone that I don't hear the tears straining her voice. “Can’t blame a guy for having his wildest dream come true.”
She laughs at that, finally laughs, a real, giggling laugh. “You’re the worst.”
“Maybe,” I agree. I gather the courage to put myself out there one more time, knowing that I might be pressing my luck. “Maybe,” I say again, “but you should still let me come see you. Let’s do this, Mags.”
I hold my breath, willing my heart to beat silently as I wait for her response.
“I’d like that,” she says, and I choke on my saliva, thumping a fist to my chest.
“I’m going to need to hear that again, sweetheart. It’s been a long time since we’ve spent any real time together, and I gotta make sure I’m not dreaming.”
She giggles again, and I can hear the sheets rustle against the phone, which means she’s in bed, ready to give in to an afternoon nap. “You’re not dreaming, cowboy. I’d love to have you come visit me.”
“When? Name the day, and I’ll be there.”
“Umm, I'll text you my schedule for the next month or two, and you pick when you’re free.”
“Sounds good, baby.” I release an awkward, almost nervous laugh.
“I’m so excited to see you. Nervous, but excited.
” I didn’t have a chance to get nervous when I saw her last month with the help of Nana’s meddling.
We had a few glorious hours together, but this time, I’ll get days, nights.
Time to really be with her again, to sit next to her, hopefully hold her in my arms, and I’m already buzzing, excitement already brewing in my chest.
“It’ll be like we’re teenagers again, and I’ll be sweating, nervous as hell to hang out with the coolest girl around.”
She giggles at that and then yawns.
“Are you going to take a little nap?”
“Yup,” she says, “already curled up in bed.”
“Wish I was there.”
Her voice is much softer now. “Me, too.”
I catch the time on my bedside clock out of the corner of my eye.
“Fuck, hey, I’m sorry to cut this short, sweetheart, but I need to get going.
We’re vaccinating today, and Grayson will have my ass if I'm late, and I really need to shower quickly.” I move across my bedroom to rifle through my drawers, pulling out boxers and a clean tee.
My work jeans from yesterday sit across the room on an empty chair.
They’re pretty damn dirty but will have to work for another day.
“Take me with you?” Magnolia's soft, sultry voice cuts through the sound of me gathering clothes.
“Gonna need you to repeat that, baby, because I think you just asked to watch me shower, and now I know I'm still dreaming.”
She giggles at that. “No, I’m for real. We just said it’s been a heck of a long time for both of us. That we haven’t really ever felt it outside of each other. Wouldn’t it be nice to … you know … feel that again?”
Feel that again.
She references it meaning the orgasm, the sexual chemistry we both know we have—I know that. But on some level, I hope she’s referencing us. The feeling of us being together, sharing something that intimate.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “It’d be real good to feel that again.
” I slam my dresser drawer shut, and with the phone tucked between my shoulder and cheek, I whip open my bedroom door, looking both ways down the hall to make sure I’m alone.
I pad along to the edge of the stairway and perk an ear downstairs, seeing if I can hear any voices.
It’s early, but Pops might be up, already brewing the coffee for the day. We’ll have to be quiet, but I'll be dead before I turn down a dirty video chat with Mags.
I flip the bathroom light and turn the fan on, hoping the hum drowns out some of the noise. I then turn the shower wand all the way to the right, so it gets steaming hot, before tossing my clothes on the side of the sink. “You still with me, pretty girl?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, and my heart thuds, cock hardening with anticipation.
“Well, turn that camera on for me, baby, let me see you.” Taking the phone from my ear, I hold it in my palm and flip to video chat. A few seconds later, the black screen turns bright. There’s some movement, and then Magnolia comes into view.
And she knocks the goddamn breath from my lungs.
Her perky little tits are nestled in what looks like a silky tank top. One I could tear apart with my bare hands if I was there.
Her chocolate eyes are staring back at me with a pink puffy lip pulled between her teeth.
“Hi,” I croak. “God, Mags, you…” I trail off, my words lost the longer she stares at me.
“I, what?”
“You’re so pretty that I forgot what I was going to say.”
She playfully rolls her eyes at that. “You don’t have to butter me up, I’m the one that suggested this.”
I reach a hand under the spray, feeling it warm up. Resting my phone on a ledge against the wall, I strip off my tee and boxers, kicking them to the side before entering the shower.
“It’s not a line,” I tell her, standing under the shower head and letting the water stream down my face. “You’re a fucking knockout, Mags. Always have been. You’re still you, I can see that plain as day, but you’re different at the same time.”
“Back at you, cowboy.” Her eyes rake hungrily over my arms and chest, down to where my cock sits heavy. I reach down, wrapping my first around it and tugging.
“Like what you see?”
She nods again, staring. I keep stroking myself, letting my palm run over the tip, and I already feel the precum leaking. I could probably get off with just her watching me, fully clothed, not saying a word.
This is what she meant, to feel that again.
This feeling of two people who are so entangled within one another.
There was a time when I swear she could read my mind, and vice versa.
She knew every thought I had before I realized I had it.
We could be together without having to say anything, because our bodies could read the other.
“Prop the phone down lower on the bed, baby, I want to see you.”
She cocks a brow at that, and then the image rattles.
I can tell she’s adjusting something at the foot of the bed, and then she props the phone up just in time for me to get a full view of her ass.
Her round cheeks are peeking out from tiny sleep shorts as she crawls back toward the head of the bed.
“Magnolia,” I rasp, gripping myself harder. “Fuck, woman. Look at you.”
She lies back down on the bed, adjusting the pillows so she’s comfortable, and then a coy smile spreads across her face as she stares at my naked body. “Good Lord, Lukas Hart, you are…”
The spray of the hot water beats down on me, and I turn to face it, showing her a view of my back.
“And that ass,” she teases. “Who knew this version of you was the hottest?”
“Nah, I was in way better shape back in my ball playing days or brand new in the military. I’ve gained a little weight since then.
” During baseball, I was young with a sky-high metabolism and a six pack to boast about.
In the military, my anxiety was too high to eat.
We were constantly on the go, adrenaline pumping through my veins, surviving off cigarettes and energy drinks.
I couldn’t have put on weight even if I tried.
I used to be pure muscle, thin, but now, I’ve been eating most dinners at the main house, and my mom is a hell of a cook.
I still get my fair share of exercise while working on the ranch and the house, but I’m thicker now.
Still have the same muscle, and the six pack might still be there, but it’s hidden now.
Magnolia shakes her head. “Nope.” She points to the camera, swirling her pointer finger around. “This. This is the hottest. Muscles for days but you’re thicker now. Maybe that’s just how it will be with us. Each version of you at that moment is my favorite.”
My chest swells at that, and I look at her, trailing my eyes down her body, to the tank top that’s still covering her tits. “Take off your shirt, Mags.”
Her breath hitches, and she does as I ask, slowly sitting up to reach for the hem of her tank. Once it’s up and over her head, leaving her in just a pair of tiny boy shorts, she goes to lie back down, but I stop her. “Take it all off, Mags. I want to see you.”
With her eyes locked on mine, she tucks her thumb in the band of her shorts, shimmying them down her legs, daintily closing her knees as she pulls them off, then tosses them to the side.
She’s naked for me, lying on her bed like a fucking vision, and my cock practically whimpers.
“God, Mags. Fuck. Look at you.”
She runs a hand up her stomach, sliding it between her breasts before smoothing her hair back over her shoulder. “You seem to like what you see, Lukas,” she breathes, and I moan, a hand coming to grip my dick, pumping once.
“I’ve always loved looking at you, baby. You know that.”
Her hand slides down between her legs, not quite touching herself, but I can tell by the way she’s squirming that she’s already turned on.
“And you like when I look at you,” I add, and she smiles, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Always.”
“So, show me.” I jut my chin toward the camera. “Spread those legs and show me what I’ve been missing.”
She does as I ask, slowly dropping one bent knee to the bed, leaving the other propped up, but it opens her up for me, and a wave of dizziness hits. “Goddamn, woman.”
“You like what you see?” she teases as her fingers start to swirl over her slit.