Chapter 21
21
Lukas
T he brightness stirs me from my sleep, like a blaring alarm clock forcing me to rise. I pry my eyes open, shocked to see how late it is. The last time I slept this late was when I was back in high school. I feel rested—and sore. I smile when I remember exactly what caused the soreness in my muscles. Lifting Torre up around my shoulders and feasting on her pretty pussy. It was the hottest night of my life.
God, she’s a dream. Taking her orgasms like such a good girl. One after the other. And then she took her feeding, blowing me to pieces before I tucked her into bed and fell straight into the most peaceful sleep. But she’s not here now.
I hear a door slam in the other room and quickly climb out of bed, slipping on some jogging pants. My dick tightens the moment I step into the kitchen at the tail end of their conversation and see Torrin dressed in nothing but my jersey. Thank fuck it comes down to her knees or we’d have a problem. But I still don’t like her strutting around looking sexy as fuck in front of my roommate— who looks upset. There’s concern in his eyes and his shoulders are stiff, causing my hackles to rise.
“Hey, Torre, I have a favor to ask.”
“Okay.” She nods, sounding reluctant.
I don’t understand what the hell is going on. What kind of favor does he need from my sister?
“Can I borrow the key to your dorm room? I want to plan a romantic dinner for Sophie tonight. And would you mind hanging out here for another night so she and I can have some privacy?”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Torre nods. “But just remember to be patient with her, Travis. I know she’ll tell you everything. It just has to be on her own terms. Let me go get my key for you.”
“I can just give him mine,” I say, walking fully into the room and straight over to the hook, pulling her spare key off my keyring for him. “Why don’t you go get dressed, sis?” I give her a look. She needs to put some damn clothes on because my dick is trying to make a scene. And I hate the thought of Travis getting to see her sexy legs. Though, he’s definitely not looking. He’s distracted by whatever’s going on.
“Can I use your shower?” she asks.
“Sure.” And now the problem between my legs is even bigger, wishing I could come join her and lather up that sexy body. Go another round or two with my tongue before she taps out.
She shuffles out of the room, and I turn to Travis. “What was that about?”
He shakes his head, sighing as if there’s a heavy burden weighing down his every thought. He looked so happy last night. He and Sophie were both grinning from ear to ear when they got back from their date. And I could hear the fun they were having in his room, so I don’t understand how he could go from cloud nine to doomsday in a few hours.
“Sophie was calling for some Maddock guy in her sleep, and when I asked her about him, she got all squirrelly and didn’t want to talk about it. So, I figured Torre would know, but your sister won’t tell me anything. She doesn’t want to betray Sophie’s trust, which I totally respect. But I’m still sweating bullets.”
My sister is a good friend. It’s not her secret to tell. If Sophie wants him to know, she’ll tell him herself. My guess is he’s worried for nothing. I saw the way she was looking at him last night. She’s all in. But they’ve only been together for three days. Trust takes time. So, I think my sister is right. Sophie just needs to feel like she’s on solid ground before she opens up.
“Look. Thanks, man, for the key and for babysitting your sister tonight. I’m gonna head out so I can get some things done for tonight before I have to head to office hours. I’ll catch you later.”
He walks out the door, the lock turns, and I walk straight back to my room, ready to strip and join my sexy little girl in the shower. My blood turns to ice when I open the door. My entire body freezing up when I see her laying on my bed, reading my private journal. Her eyes grow huge when she sees me. She’s been caught red-handed. I storm over, ripping the thing from her hands.
“Why the fuck are you snooping through my shit?” The words come out violent. The rage and disgust over what I wrote in that book is tearing through me. I never should’ve written that shit down. It should’ve stayed locked inside my head where it’s safe. Where my sister would be safe from my perverted thoughts.
“I didn’t mean to.” She struggles to stand, looking panicked. She wants to run from me. Now that she knows what I want to do to her, she wants to get the hell away from her sick brother. “I wanted to make your bed for you and found it tucked under your mattress. And…”
“And so you read it? How the fuck would you feel if I read your personal shit?” I’m so fucking livid. Why can’t she ever behave? And why the hell did I leave that book where anyone could find it?
“I’m sorry, Luke. I shouldn’t have read it. I just…” Her head shakes, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m really sorry. Please don’t hate me.”
I don’t hate her. I’m upset that she wouldn’t respect my privacy. Angrier with myself for putting my sins down on paper, but I could never hate her. To tell you the truth, I’m shocked she doesn’t hate me . She should be calling me a sick freak and bolting from the room.
“What I wrote…” God, I can’t even say it. “They were dreams. It’s not how I truly feel.” I would never force her up against the locker room wall and fuck her in front of my team. Letting them shout for her to be a good little slut for her big brother. The idea of them seeing her naked would make me rage. It was just a dream. All of them were.
But she doesn’t look relieved by what I just said, she looks confused. “So, you didn’t mean the part about being in love with me?”
What? Is that the only thing she read? Yesterday’s entry. Ramblings of a boy falling head over heels for a girl I can’t have. Afraid that she’ll one day snap out of her infatuation with me and rip my heart out. I’ve never felt this way about anyone and I’m afraid. I’m terrified of how this is going to play out. I’ve finally found my person, the one I want to be with, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep her.
“You weren’t supposed to read that, Torre. I…”
“I love you, Lukas. Not in the sisterly way. In the big kind of way. And everything you wrote in there is exactly how I’ve been feeling. I’m afraid you’ll get bored or disinterested, or you’ll realize I’m not worth the risk. I’m not sure I’ll ever recover if you decide I’m not the one you want.”
The left side of my chest takes the force of her words, pounding hard. She just said she’s in love with me. The sweetest words I’ve ever heard. I move in, reaching for my girl.
“That part was truth, Torre. I’m in love with you. But I’m terrified of what that means. I don’t want to ruin your life. I don’t want to hurt our parents. I just want to be able to love you and build a life together.”
“So, do that.” She reaches up, cupping my cheek, her soft touch tingling over my morning scruff. “I don’t know what this looks like, and I know we’re facing a lot of challenges, but I also know that I could never imagine myself with anyone else. The thought makes me sick. So, if it’s not you, it’s no one.”
The thought of her with anyone else makes me want to commit murder. “How, babe? How do we make this work? Out there?” Out where the odds are stacked against us.
“I think if we want it badly enough, we’ll figure it out. I know I want it more than anything else. I’m willing to do whatever it takes, Lukas. If I have to pretend to move in with my older brother and be a roommate when our parents are in town, I can do that. If I have to lie about being knocked up by some jerk and my amazing big brother has stepped in as a father in my kid’s life, I’m okay with that too. I’m just not okay with the life that doesn’t have you in it.”
And I’m not okay with her not having everything she deserves. She deserves a world of happiness and then some. She doesn’t deserve to have to sneak around and be painted as some spinster. But the thought of not being with her kills me. It makes me feel like I’m being suffocated.
“I promise I’m going to give you what you deserve, babe. I don’t know how yet, but I will.” One day, when the time is right, I’ll talk to our parents. I’ll beg them for forgiveness and try to make them understand that we never meant for this to happen. With her love and strength, I’ll figure it out. What I do know is that she’s worth it. Whatever trials come, she’s worth fighting for.
“I love you, Luke.”
“God, I love you, too, Torre.” So much, it’s bordering the line of obsession.
“I’m sorry I read your journal.”
I’m just so fucking thankful that’s the only part she read.
“You definitely deserve a spanking for that.”
Her eyes perk up, already burning hot and heavy. “I’ll take my spanking like a good girl and then get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.”
I’d bend her over my knee and have her make good on her promise, but right now, I want to make soft, sweet love to her. Show her what she means to me. Feel our bodies connected in the most intimate way. I wrap my arms around her, slowly laying her down onto the bed, coming over her and staring into her heart-stopping eyes.
“I want to be with you, Torre, but if you’re not ready to go that far…”
She leans up, cutting off my words with a kiss. Melting my worries away when she whispers her sweet words against my lips.
“I’m ready to be yours, Luke.”
She is mine. Sex or not, she’s my girl.
I slip my jersey over her head, worshipping how beautiful she is. She’s so stunning it steals my breath. I run my lips across her chin, gently kissing my way up to her ear. “I love you, Torrin Williams.” And I love the fact that she already has my last name. She lets out a moan. Her sexy frame squirming beneath me. Those words set her into heat. “I love every part. Your sexy mind.” I slide my lips across her forehead, placing a kiss right where her brow meets her nose. “I love your beautiful face.” I kiss my way down the gentle slope, leaving one on the end, then another on her lips. Savoring the taste of her before I move lower. “I love how good of a friend you are.” I kiss my way down to her heart. “I love how loving and kind you are.”
She gasps as I slip lower, brushing over her nipple, circling it with my lips.
“I love this incredible body and these incredible tits.” I suck her nipple in, nursing her until she’s writhing under me, her hips rubbing up against my thigh. “I love how eager you are to come for me.”
I continue my path over her plump skin, slipping my tongue between her cleavage before kissing my way over to her other breast. She’s rubbing against me faster now, desperately trying to work herself to her release. But I won’t let her come yet. She can play a little, but she’ll be coming on my cock, screaming my name as I fill her with my cum.
“I love how wet you get for me.” I kiss my way down her stomach, shifting back so I can get a taste of her. I swipe my tongue through her folds and groan as her taste hits my tongue. “I love how sweet you taste.” I lick her again. And again. Sucking down her clit until she’s about to break. “And I love how plump this little bean gets for me.” It’s so swollen and full of need, showing me how ready she is. It makes my dick dribble just looking at it.
I go in for another taste, working to get my pants off so I can get inside her. I ease off as I feel her clenching up. She’s so close to her release. I need to feel how wet she is.
I sit up, shifting between her thighs, aligning my dick with her body. “And I love the fact that you saved yourself.” I look into her eyes. “You sure you’re ready, babe?” It may hurt, but if she’s not ready, I’m good with waiting. I’ll just slip between her folds and come on her stomach.
“Yes.” She nods profusely. “Please, Luke.”
I push forward, breaching her entrance slowly, grunting as her tight, wet heat starts to pull me in. Her walls cling to my shaft, hugging me like a glove as I slip deeper into her slick body. It takes a force to keep me from sinking in with one hard thrust, but I don’t want to hurt her. I reach out, rubbing over her clit, wanting to keep her senses heightened. She bucks against me, taking me in to the hilt, freezing when her virginity is torn.
I drop forward, cradling her. “Sorry, babe. Just breathe and it will ease up.”
She looks up and there are tears in her eyes. I hate that I hurt her.
“I couldn’t imagine giving this to anyone else, Luke. I’m glad you’re the one.”
That makes both of us. None of those little shits would’ve been able to control their dicks and hold off to ensure she’s okay. They would’ve rutted until they busted their nut, and then fallen limp without worrying how it felt for her. I want her first time to be good. Better than good. I want her coming so hard her juices run down my thighs.
I kiss her sweet lips, languidly sliding my tongue against hers, savoring her softness. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone like this. It soothes my soul. Makes me feel like I’m home. Right where I was always meant to be.
“I’m ready, Luke,” she pants into my mouth. I open my eyes, and the tears are no longer fighting to break free. The fire is back, burning hotter now. I slowly pull my hips back then roll forward, sinking in gently, testing to see if it hurts, but she doesn’t flinch. Her legs wrap around my thighs, and she starts to rock against me. Our eyes are locked. And the pleasure is building fast. Rolling in like a tidal wave. Cresting into a huge swell. Threatening to flood land.
When her head dips back, her soft neck bared to me as my cock gets washed down by her need, the wave inside me breaks. I flood her little pussy with my cum. Riding the current all the way into shore. Drowning in its tide. Letting it ripple through until the very last drop is soaked in. Saturated inside my soul. Rushing me with feelings so huge they overwhelm.
I open my eyes, checking on my girl, seeing if she’s okay. Her pretty cheeks are glowing and there’s the sweetest smile on her lips. She’s basking in the glow of her orgasm, looking as serene as a girl laying under the sun on the most beautiful beach. Sex has never been like this. It’s never felt all consuming. It’s never been so monumental. A good time, a means to a happy ending, but not life altering. This wave moved mountains, and I’ve fallen even deeper in love with her.
“Yep. I think I definitely like sex.” Her little comment has me chuckling. She better like it because the magnitude of my need for this girl has just grown exponential.
“If like is the word you’re using, babe, I better try again.”
I swoop in and kiss her until she’s breathless again. I’m going to be skipping my classes today and learning every which way I can make her scream.