14. Bertie #3
I nod, my breath leaving me in a gasp when he backs me toward the bed.
My knees hit the edge of the mattress and I go down.
Luke crouches in front of me, palming his hard length over the towel.
His big hands spread my legs wide, and he grabs the band of my leggings, wiggling them down.
Blood rushes through my ears at the look on his face.
Tommy never looked at me like this. As if I’m something meant to be worshipped.
I lift my hips so he can get the pants off me easier.
He sets them down on the floor and then hooks his fingers through the sides of my underwear.
A shiver runs down my spine at being entirely naked in front of him for the first time in months.
I don’t look the same as I did then. My stomach has grown and despite the oil I apply morning and night I’ve already gotten a few stretch marks.
His eyes are heated as he takes me in though, like he doesn’t see any flaws at all.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is a low growl. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I bite my lip, staring at the tented towel. The head of his cock pokes through the opening. “I think I have some idea.”
His eyes flare with heat. “Lie back,” he commands. “I want to fucking eat.”
Holy shit.
I do as I’m told and he wraps his arms around my legs, holding me open. My head falls back a moment later when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Luke,” I whimper.
He smiles against me, lapping his tongue against my sensitive core.
I’ve lost my damn mind letting this happen, but I don’t want to stop it either.
Resting on my elbows, I watch him through hazy eyes. It won’t take much for me to come, that’s how worked up I am. He reaches down, palming himself, but I can’t see with the towel in the way.
“Take the towel off,” I beg. “I want to see you.”
His eyes flash with surprise but he obliges.
I’ve never found cocks particularly nice to look at, but Luke’s just might change my mind.
“Touch yourself. Let me watch.”
He smiles from between my legs. “You want to watch me get myself off while I get you off?”
“God, yes.”
He grips the base of his cock, giving it a hard jerk. My mouth waters and I desperately want to wrap my lips around his tip, but the idea of watching him is far more appealing at the moment.
He licks and sucks at my sensitive flesh, pulling noises from me I didn’t even know I was capable of making.
“Fuck, baby.” He kisses the inner skin of my thigh. “You have no idea how good you taste. Best fucking treat of my life.”
“Shut up and make me come,” I plead. “I’m close.”
He gives me an impish grin. “Yes, ma’am.”
My breath comes in pants as he works me to the edge. I’m right there on the precipice when he slows. “Luke,” I whimper.
A cry rings out of me when he thrusts two fingers inside me, sucking on my clit at the same time. I explode. I’ve always thought people were kidding when they say they see stars, but right then behind my closed lids a kaleidoscope of colored stars swim across my vision.
I scream his name, riding out my orgasm against his face and fingers.
Just when I think it’s almost over, he hooks his fingers and I come all over again soaking him.
“Holy shit.” He looks up at me with wide, surprised eyes. “That’s so fucking hot, B. You have no idea.”
I cover my face, my whole body shaking as I try to regain control of my breaths.
Any traces of embarrassment fade as I take in his wonderstruck expression. I let my eyes trail down his body and lick my lips.
“You came too.”
He nods. “All over the fucking bed. I’ll wash it, don’t worry.” He stands and grabs the towel, repositioning it around his trim waist.
“I … uh … I think I’m gonna shower,” I stutter, my brain still short-circuiting after two mind-blowing orgasms back-to-back.
“I’ll get these going in the washer while you do that.”
Biting my lip, I ask, “Could you get me a robe or a towel or something? I feel silly to put clothes on to go across the hall.”
He arches a brow. “No one but us is home. You can just walk across naked.”
My face heats. “I know, but it feels weird. This isn’t my home.”
Something I can’t decipher flickers across his face. “All right. Give me a sec.”
He disappears out of the room and returns a moment later with a towel. I take it with a grateful smile and stand, wrapping it around my torso. “Thanks.”
He rubs the back of his head. “Uh … have a good shower, I guess?” His cheeks redden. I find his shyness adorable. There’s something so attractive about that.
I tiptoe across the hall for my second shower of the day.
It’s not until I get out that I notice the cylindrical object sitting on the bathroom counter along with Luke’s wallet, a pen, and a handful of change.
He must’ve dumped out the contents of his pockets before hopping in the shower.
I pick up the plastic ball with a blue lid and pop it open.
Inside is a small little squishy panda. My heart clenches over the fact that he was clearly thinking about me while he was out.
Putting the panda back in the plastic ball, I slip out of the bathroom with it.
“Luke?”
“In the kitchen,” he calls back.
Clutching the towel in one hand and the capsule in the other, I round the corner and hold it out in my open palm. “Is this for me?”
He eyes the object in my hand and smiles. “Of course.”
The smile I wear is downright giddy. I clutch the gift to my chest. “Thank you.”
I scurry away before he can see the emotions written on my face.
I’m not supposed to fall for him, but Luke Covey is making it hard not to love him.
It’s a stupid thing, I know. Just a kid’s toy.
But to me, it’s so much more than that. He listened and he realized it means something to me, so he brought me another.
I tuck the capsule into my dresser drawer alongside the other one where I know they’ll be safe. I don’t want anything to happen to them. They’re special. A physical representation that at least one person in this world thinks about me.