29. Thought You Were Dead
Thought You Were Dead
Dani
A large arm lands across my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. "What in the hell—oh right. Archer." After our needy make-out session, we had a few drinks and forgot I asked him to stay the night.
I curl into his warm body and snuggle close as that arm tightens around me, holding me flush to him. I watch him like a creeper as he sleeps. His breathing is deep, his face relaxed. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him comfortable. I lift my hand and trace the cut of his jaw and his straight nose. His stubble’s already starting to come in and I relish the feel of it against my skin. I hum my comfort song as I ghost my fingers over his cheek.
"Why are you watching me sleep?" comes a deep, sleep thick voice.
I squeal as one beautiful ice blue eye opens.
"I’m not." I lie.
Luke raises a dark blond brow.
"Okay, I am. But in my defense, I thought you were dead." I admit.
Luke chuckles as he rolls us over, pressing his hard body into mine. "Why do I find that hard to believe, Sweetheart."
I shrug. "I have no idea." I wiggle as something hard presses against me.
"Daniella," Luke growls.
"Archer," I tease.
I reach a hand to his cheek and scratch his stubble. He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me softly. However, the soft kisses don’t last. They turn hungrier, more desperate and the next thing I know, my shirt is over my head and Luke is reaching into his wallet.
"You’ve got to be kidding me." I giggle as I watch him pull a condom out.
"Shut it."
"How long has that been in there?" I cackle. "It’s probably expired."
"It’s not expired. I only put it in there on Saturday."
"Someone was thinking highly of themselves that night." I deadpan.
"Hopeful was more like it," Luke climbs off the bed, pushing his boxer briefs down and releasing himself.
I blatantly stare at his thick cock. Dear God, that is going to burn like fuck going in. I’m pretty sure I’ve been re-virginized due to lack of penis in my vagina.
Luke kneels on the bed between my legs. His hands move over the skin on my thighs. "Fuck, you’re beautiful." He places a kiss to the welt that runs between my thigh and pelvis. He goes to tear the condom open when I stop him.
"You don’t need that."
The look of confusion and utter shock on his face makes me want to giggle.
"STI’s?"
"Haven’t been with anyone in a…long time. And, according to Gabe and Carrie, you haven’t either."
He groans. "Fucking big mouths. What about pregnancy?"
"I have an IUD."
Luke arches a brow. "A what?"
"It's a form of birth control."
"Ah, I see."
"I’ve been tested. I’m clean." I throw out.
Luke grins. "Same."
He hits me with a hard kiss. This kiss turns my insides into a ticking bomb of excitement. Desire swims through my veins, adding to the intense pressure inside me. Dear God if I don’t get Luke inside me soon, I might explode. He slides his lips down my jaw. Biting. Kissing. Licking. Turning me inside out. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and my back arches off the bed.
"Fuck, Luke. Keep doing that." I purr.
Luke pulls back and looks down at me. His eyes roam over my naked body. The way Luke stares at me, makes my breath catch and not in a good way.
"What?" I ask as I start to get self-conscious about my scars and soft, round belly.
"You are a Goddess."
My body flushes from my hair to my toes. "I have a mirror, Archer. I know what I look like, and a Goddess isn’t it."
"You’re beautiful, Dani."
No man has ever told me I was beautiful. They could never see past the scars. Luke lowers his head and kisses me, gliding his tongue over my lips and asking for entrance. Hunger and another emotion expand in my chest almost bursting through.
"Luke," I moan against his lips, and he rolls, settling me on top of him.
"Ride me," he growls.
I hesitate. When I’m on my back, gravity works its magic and holds everything down. But when I’m on top I look like a gelatinous blob.
"You’re overthinking this, Sweetheart."
"I’m not—"
"You’re beautiful, striking, stunning, breathtaking, magnificent," he props himself up on his elbows. "I want to see you come. I want to watch your face as you bring yourself pleasure using my cock." He kisses my neck. "I need you."
A man has never said he has needed me before. Not like this.
Confidence like I’ve never felt before washes over me and I sit up. I lift my hips and grab his cock with one hand, stroking it once before placing it at my entrance. Luke pulses in my hand and I press down. Gasping as his cock presses further inside me. I still, letting my body adjust to his size.
Luke grasps my hips, "you okay?"
"Give me a minute. It has been a while."
When my body relaxes around his cock, I start moving slowly on top of him. I dig my nails into his chest for leverage as I roll my hips against him.
"Fuck, Sweetheart. You are so tight," he says through clenched teeth.
I sit up and circle my hips. His fingers dig into my hips and I moan.
Loudly.
The room spins and I’m on my back. "Not fast enough." Luke mutters and takes over.
The hair on his chest brush against my hard nipples and my head kicks back. Breaths puff out of my mouth in short quick bursts.
"Harder."
The quick thrusts tears a cry from me. I grip his arms, digging my nails into the hard muscle.
Deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
But I need more.
"More. I need—"
"I know what you need." Luke’s drives turn rougher. Nearly animalistic. He grips my leg and hooks it over his hip, diving in deeper.
A rumble comes from his chest.
A storm brews in my blood.
My pussy tightens.
I cannot breathe or think or do more than feel as the tension snaps and a flood of pleasure assaults me and I fall headfirst into waves of ecstasy.
His thrusts slow and his body tenses above mine. Luke drops his head to my shoulder and groans at the same time his cock pulses inside me with his release. He rolls over until I lay on top of him again.
"Damn, Archer. That was…wow." I lift my hand. "High five."
"I’m not high fiving you."
"Why not? I think we both did an excellent job not getting off too soon."
"You’re something else, Sweetheart." Luke places kisses along my sweaty shoulder, as his fingers move up and down my back, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.
"Is that a good thing?"
"Very." He mutters.
His fingers still on the burn mark next to my spine. I lift my head and say the first thing I can think of to get his mind off the raised skin his fingers are now moving softly over. "Wanna go for round two."
Luke’s hand flattens and he smiles. "I’d love nothing more than to go again. However, my body, it seems, has turned into a pile of goo." He kisses my temple, rolling us over and pulling out slowly.
I leave the bed and make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up and go pee before my bladder explodes. I finish up and flush the toilet, washing my hands. I bring a wet cloth out with me and hand it over to Luke.
"Thanks," he says, cleaning himself up and handing the cloth back.
I toss it into the bathroom and climb back into bed. Luke tugs me against his chest, holding me close and kissing my shoulder again. I draw circles in his chest hair. "Can I ask you something?" I question.
"Of course." His fingers slide up and down my arm.
"When you look at me, what do you see?"
His fingers stop moving. "What do you mean? I see you, Sweetheart."
I shake my head against his chest. "You say that but…" I sigh. "How long will you be able to pretend you don’t see my scars."
Luke moves and lifts my chin, tilting my head back. "I’m not pretending. Your scars don’t bother me."
"Really?"
"Truly." And to prove his point, he kisses the one above my lip then the one on my shoulder. "They’re nothing to be ashamed of. It means you’ve been through hell and survived."
Oh God, I’m going to cry.
"You are breathtakingly beautiful. Scars and all."
I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. "Thank you."
He smiles and kisses me again. "Goodnight, Sweetheart."
I smile into the darkness. "Goodnight, Dimples."