Chapter 33 – Eden
EDEN
Even Mom thought it was ridiculous when Wade insisted Luke and I sleep in separate rooms.
“She’s a grown woman,” Mom insisted. “She can stay over with her boyfriend if she wants.”
“She can do whatever she wants in her own apartment,” Wade sniffed. “In my house, she follows my rules.”
“Jasper, sweetheart, can you find the deed for the house?” Mom yelled. “I need to check and make sure my name is still on it.”
Despite Mom’s proof of home ownership, I agreed to Wade’s rules. It’s not that I thought he was right; I just knew he’d make all our lives a living hell if I let Luke stay in my room, and I didn’t feel like dealing with it.
A decision I’m starting to regret, now that I’m stuck lying in bed alone. After last night in the stables, I’m really craving some company.
Luke and I didn’t have a single chaperone-free moment to get close again today.
We spent the day horseback riding, while Rainbow Sprinkles showed remarkable patience with Luke’s complete absence of horsemanship and Jasper supervised from the barn door.
After that, my mom served us all her famous cornbread chili casserole.
Dinner was loud and rowdy, with Luke happily joining in on Reed and Wade’s furious debate over the ideal way to grill a burger and the appropriate toppings to put on it.
Luke excused himself early, telling us all he wanted an early night before his flight the next morning.
My brothers all shook his hand goodbye, while Mom stood to give him a hug.
Since I would be driving him to the airport, we were spared the audience of a public goodbye.
All I got was a light kiss on the cheek before he went upstairs, a far cry from the real goodbye I’ve been craving.
I’m distracted by a small brushing sound, almost like broom bristles on wood.
It happens again, and I realize it’s coming from my door.
I hop out of bed and open it, finding Luke with his hand raised.
He’s wearing a white T-shirt that does fantastic things for his biceps and low-slung plaid pajama pants.
“What were you doing?” I whisper, ushering him into the room and closing the door.
“I was pre-knocking,” he says quietly.
“What the heck is pre-knocking?”
Luke rubs the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “I didn't want to knock and wake up your insane brothers. So I was kind of scratching my fingernails on your door, hoping you’d hear me.”
“You could have just texted me,” I point out.
“Right. Guess I didn’t think of that. So, this is your room.”
I nod, prepared for jokes about my old Breyer horse figurines.
Luke doesn’t comment. He just looks around, taking everything in.
He quickly skims the titles on my bookshelf, mostly classic literature that I either read in high school or was gifted by Reed, with a healthy selection of teenaged romance. Everything else is in Toronto.
He moves onto the framed photos on the wall, which mostly show me with my family or the horses. He smiles at one of Brinley and I at camp, grinning at the camera. She’s sunburned red and I’m smiling awkwardly around my braces.
“Cute,” he says.
I'm not in the mood to go down memory lane with him. Not when he’s steps away from my bed and I want him so badly. I perch at the edge of the mattress and play with the edge of my camisole.
“Should I take my pajamas off?” I ask.
Luke turns around, his white smile flashing in the dim light. “If you want.”
“I do, but I know you like to be in charge.”
His smile widens. “Yes. I do, but you don’t need to wait for my orders.” He strolls closer, raising my chin with two fingers. “Unless I tell you otherwise, do what makes you feel good. I want what you want, wildflower.”
I pull the thin cami over my head and toss it to the floor, and I’m gratified when I see Luke’s pupils expand at the sight of my body.
I make a show of dragging my hands over my breasts and stomach until I reach the top of my shorts and panties.
I lift my hips to pull them down my legs, and Luke watches my body while I watch him.
Hot satisfaction ripples through me at the way his eyes grow hooded and his cock hardens under his pajama pants.
God, I love knowing that I did that to him.
“You’re going to kill me,” he says quietly. “You know that? Months of watching you, and I still forget how to breathe every time.”
Once I’m naked, Luke smiles wickedly.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “Anywhere that feels good, except your pussy. That’s mine.”
I do what he says, caressing my legs with one hand and playing with my breasts with the other. Having him watching me makes it feel a thousand times better than when I’m touching myself alone.
His eyes only leave me when he pulls off his shirt, and the sight of his muscled torso sends a jolt of heat between my legs.
His pajama pants are next, his cock already hard from watching me.
He strokes it lazily as he strolls the few steps to the edge of my bed.
He kicks my legs open wider so he can step between them.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he says. “I don’t want you to come yet, so warn me when you’re close.”
Before I can respond, he drops to his knees.
His hot breath brushes against my drenched cunt, then his lips brush my clit and I’m gone.
It’s like he sends me into another place, where my racing thoughts are silent and the warm haze of desire cradles me like a cloud.
I don’t need to worry about anything, because Luke’s got me.
He laps at me methodically, his tongue tracing over every inch of me as he draws out little gasps and moans.
I’m so distracted, it takes me a second to remember to put my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.
Luke doesn’t stop. He’s relentless, lapping at me with his tongue until I’m grinding against his face.
When he slides a finger inside me, satisfaction fills me.
This is what I needed two nights ago and couldn’t get.
I clench so tightly around him that he has to work to add a second finger.
The way he stretches me is so bone-meltingly good, but I still want more.
I need more. My body is hungry for him in a way I’ve never felt before.
“One more,” I whisper. “Please, Luke.”
“Fuck,” he mutters against my clit, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am.
That with three fingers, he could be preparing me to take something more. Our silent agreement to keep my virginity intact is hanging by the tiniest thread.
He gives me what I want, anyway.
I almost sob as another finger slides into me, more than I’ve ever been filled before. The slight discomfort ebbs away with every lap of Luke’s tongue over my clit. He soothes me at the same time he winds me tighter and tighter. My muscles feel tight, my entire focus on his fingers and his mouth.
My pussy clenches his fingers tight and I let out a broken gasp.
“Shhh,” he says, raising his head. “You have to be quiet, or I can’t make you come.”
I shake my head. He can’t stop. If he stops and leaves me on edge like this, I might lose my mind. “I’ll be quiet,” I force out.
“Good.” His tongue works my clit again, and my thighs close around his head. His fingers move in tandem with his mouth as he drives me mercilessly toward the edge.
I barely have time to shove my hand over my mouth before my climax barrels through me, wringing every drop of pleasure from my veins.
When I glance down, I meet Luke’s eyes. He’s staring up at me, his face glistening with my wetness. I might be embarrassed if he didn’t look so damn pleased with himself.
“Bad girl,” he whispers. “You were supposed to tell me before you came. Don’t make that mistake twice.”
I shiver at the insinuation in his voice. He crawls up on the bed and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. Then he sits back on his haunches, kneeling over me. His hands circle my wrists and drag them up to the thin wooden bedposts.
“I can trust you to keep your hands up there, right wildflower?” he asks.
“Yes.” I'm not entirely sure I can keep that promise once he starts touching me, but I’m going to try my best. I want to be good.
Luke seems to believe me, because he sits back on his knees and looks at me. His eyes slide over my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. My nipples harden, already anticipating him.
“You’re so damn pretty, Eden.” He cups my breasts roughly, his touch contrasting with his sweet words. “I shouldn’t be allowed to touch you. They shouldn’t let me go fucking near you.”
He squeezes my hip, emphasizing his words. Grasping his cock, he angles it down until the tip grazes my pussy. My eyes widen. We’ve been avoiding anything that comes close to compromising my virginity, but what he’s doing looks like he’s about to drag us over the line.
His head shakes the slightest bit. “Not that,” he murmurs, sounding almost sad. “We’re not going there.”
I swallow my disappointment. He’s right—I know he is. But part of me wishes he weren’t so damn respectful.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns, his voice fraying at the edges. “I’m one breath away from being the worst man you’ve ever met. Help me be good, wildflower.”
Instead, he circles my clit with his swollen head.
My eyes flutter shut for a second, because it feels so damn good.
He drags his tip over my clit, teasing me.
It feels different from his fingers or his tongue, both hard and soft at the same time.
I love how it feels, but what really turns me on is how close we’re dancing toward the line.
All he’d have to do is slip his cock down an inch to penetrate me.
But he won’t. I know that in my bones. I trust Luke not to go further than he promised.
My breath gets shorter, the delicious friction making desire build in my lower belly. Then he reaches down to push two fingers inside me, and I arch my back, pressing my clit up against his cock.
“Fuck, you look so gorgeous, writhing on my hand,” Luke says darkly. He pulls his fingers out and rubs them against his cock. Then he pushes them back inside me, only to repeat the motion. It takes me a second to realize what he’s doing. He’s lubing up his cock with my slickness.
Once he’s done, he positions himself so his length is cradled along my pussy, the tip pointing up at my stomach. He lowers himself and grinds his hips, sliding his length up and down between my folds. With every movement of his hips, he drags his length along my clit.
He’s fucking me without being inside me.
I grip the bedposts harder. I want to let go and touch him. I’m dying to drag my fingers down his back. But Luke has decided this is how he wants me—on my back, at his mercy. Letting him give me exactly as much as he wants to give.
I love it.
“You’re so good, wildflower,” Luke whispers. “So pretty. So sweet. Fucking made for me.”
“Yes,” I sigh. In this moment, it feels true. Like my body was made for Luke to do whatever he wanted to it.
He lowers his chest to mine, grinding his hips harder as he takes my mouth in a long, consuming kiss. His pace gets rougher and erratic, like he’s getting close to losing control. I can feel the tension in his muscles over me. I’m close, too, the heat radiating from my belly through my whole body.
“Luke,” I gasp. “I’m almost there.”
“Let go for me, Eden,” he orders. “Come with me.”
Sensation roils through me as I come hard, almost convulsing around his cock.
Luke buries a groan in the pillow beside my head as he follows me, hips jerking, his release spilling hot between us.
“Eden,” he breathes into my hair, like my name is the only word he has left—the only one quiet enough to keep us safe.
Luke presses his forehead to mine, panting as he comes down. “Are you okay?” he asks. “That wasn’t too much?”
“No. It was perfect.”
It was. Until I’m able to cross that line with him, I don’t think anything could possibly feel any better than that.
Luke cleans us both quickly with some tissues before pulling me into his arms. We lie tangled in bed together for much longer than we should.
Because we both know that tomorrow, Luke goes back to Toronto and we both go back to reality. I’ll spend four more days on the ranch with my family, pretending my heart’s not breaking when I watch him go.