35. Luke
LUKE
Exhaustion is heavy on my shoulders when I roll out of Tanner’s SUV.
“See you later,” he says, shouldering his bag.
“Mhm,” I hum, heading out through the still open garage door.
He just chuckles behind me at my barely-there response.
I can’t bring myself to care. Not only am I exhausted, but I’m peopled out.
Except for when it comes to the two I’m desperate to see.
It’s late, so I’m sure they’re both asleep, but it doesn’t matter because at least I’ll get to lay my eyes on both.
I unlock the door and open it as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb them if they’re sleeping.
There’s a small light left on in the kitchenette and I can’t help but smile at the small gesture.
I set my bag down by the door. I can deal with it tomorrow …
well, today but later. Much later. I want to shower the plane off of me and get in bed.
Sure enough, both of them are sleeping peacefully. I don’t want to wake Rory, but I can’t resist bending over and kissing the top of his head before I do the same to his mom. Bertie stirs slightly but doesn’t wake.
I grab some pajama pants out of the dresser and shut myself in the bathroom before I turn the light on. Hopefully too much light doesn’t leak out of the door.
I turn the shower on, cringing when it screeches a bit.
I hold my breath, listening for any sort of sound from Rory, but he must be in a deep sleep.
Tossing my clothes in the hamper, I slip into the shower, trying not to groan at how good the hot water feels on my muscles.
I took a brutal hit in my last game and despite the team’s athletic trainer doing what she could to help, it’s still not enough.
I jerk in surprise when the bathroom door opens and I glance over my shoulder to see Bertie stepping inside and easing the door shut behind her.
“Hey.” My grin is probably downright pathetic with happiness over seeing her.
“Hi.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t.” She pulls an elastic off her wrist and ties her hair up. “I missed you.”
I rub away the fog from the glass so I can see her better. “I missed you, too.”
She grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head, revealing her bare breasts. My mouth pops open in surprise. I didn’t expect that at all.
She drops her shirt on the ground and then wiggles out of her pants.
“What are you—”
She joins me in the shower.
Oh, that’s what she’s doing.
I can’t help the way my eyes start at her toes and track up her body. She wraps her arms protectively around herself when my gaze gets to her stomach and tits.
“I look different now.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful.”
“I have stretch marks now,” she says softly. “And loose skin and my boobs are huge and saggy already and—”
I shut her up with a kiss that she instantly melts into. “Every part of you is perfect, baby. I promise you that. You have nothing to feel insecure about. Your body made our baby and that’s so fucking amazing.”
“Really?”
I rub my thumbs over each of her cheeks. “Yes, really.”
“It doesn’t turn you off?”
I guffaw and rear back like she’s slapped me. “What? No. Of course not.”
She wraps her arms around me, wet skin to wet skin. “I love that you’re living your dream, but I miss you so much.”
I reach up and cup the back of her neck. “I know, baby.” I pepper kisses along her jaw.
“I don’t say that to make you feel guilty or anything. It’s just how I feel.”
“I know,” I say again.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass and realize how I feel about you.”
Laughter bursts out of me, but I quickly quiet myself when I remember Rory is technically only a few feet away.
“You needed time,” I remind her.
“You didn’t.”
“But I’m me and you’re you.” God, that sounds fucking cheesy. “You ended a bad, years long relationship, B. It’s understandable that it took you a bit longer to get on board.”
“And you never thought to give up on me?”
“You’re worth the fucking wait.”
I can see a protest forming on her lips, so I cover her mouth with mine. I want to silence any doubts she has about how I feel about her. She pushes against me; her chest pressed firmly to mine.
“Luke,” she practically moans my name. “I want you.”
I kiss down her neck. “Baby, I don’t think we can yet.”
She pulls away just slightly so she can make eye contact with me. “We can. I got the all clear from my doctor last week.”
I gape at her. “A week ago? So, you’ve been thinking about this?”
“Yes.” I rub rivulets of water off her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise. Please.”
Hearing her practically beg for me has me wavering. “You have to tell me if anything hurts or doesn’t feel good, okay? You have to be honest with me.”
She nods vigorously. “I will. Promise.”
I try not to let it show, but I’m nervous. She only gave birth seven weeks ago and I’m terrified she’s not as ready for this as she says she is, but I have to trust her.
“Back up,” I command and she does as I say. I drop to my knees, the shower water pelting my back. “Spread those pretty legs, B. Let me eat.”
A small noise escapes her, and she does as she’s told.
I slide my tongue against her tender flesh and she shudders above me. Her hands fall to my shoulders, holding on. “Oh, God.” She bites her bottom lip as she looks down at me. “I think it’s just because it’s been so long, but I’m so sensitive.”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I remind her. “I want to make you feel good.”
She whimpers as I lap at her tender flesh again. “Luke.”
I take my time, licking and sucking at her.
My cock hangs heavy and hard and I can’t help but reach down and wrap one hand around myself, giving firm punishing strokes as I try to hold off.
It’s been months since I’ve tasted her pretty pussy.
Longer since I’ve been inside her and I’m fucking aching for it.
“Luke … I … I think I’m going to come already.”
I don’t stop what I’m doing. If she can come, that’s what I want. The more turned on she is, the easier I imagine this will be.
When she shatters apart with her orgasm, I grab ahold of her hips to hold her steady. She bites down on her fist to muffle her sounds.
“That was so good,” she whimpers.
“Tell me what you want next, baby.”
Big blue eyes look down at me. “I want you to kiss me and then I want you fuck me. Please.”
It’s that broken plea that instantly has me standing and pressing her against the shower wall. My mouth finds hers and she moans into the kiss. Grabbing her thighs, I lift her up and her arms go around my neck.
“Please,” she says again against my mouth. “I need you.”
Fuck.
This woman is my undoing and she knows it.
“Just a second, baby. I’m going to take care of you. I promise.”
Gripping the base of my cock, I guide myself to her entrance and find her soaking wet and ready for me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to remind her yet again to tell me how she feels, but something tells me she might smack me if I do. I have to trust that she’ll be honest with me.
I push in just a little way and her face tenses. I freeze, gauging her reaction.
“No, no.” She taps my shoulders with both hands. “Keep going. Just go slow.”
I hesitate a moment longer before I slide in just a bit more. I watch her face and wait for her to relax before I push in further. It takes us a bit, but soon I’m all the way inside.
“Holy fuck.” She drops her head back. “I’m so full.”
I look down between us, pulling out slightly and pushing back into her. “Prettiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”
“More. Harder.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just fuck me,” she begs. “I’m good now.”
I pull out more this time and push in harder.
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes. Just like that. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
“You are mine.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever said anything so possessive in my life, but every part of her belongs to me the same way I do to her.
“Luke,” she pants my name. “It’s so good.”
“Yeah, it is, baby.”
I have to grit my teeth not to blow my load. It’s been so long since I was inside her and my body knows it and is acting in accordance.
I kiss her neck and her fingers delve into my hair.
Nothing in the world compares to having her like this.
I’m so fucking close, so I find her clit with my fingers and rub in circles. I want to get her there again before I come.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
I keep at it and it’s only a minute later that her pussy squeezes around me as she comes.
She cries out and I silence her with a kiss. When her orgasm is almost finished, I pull out and come all over the shower floor.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth.
She watches, her mouth partly open. “That was hot.”
A laugh rips out of me. “Now I really do have to wash up.”
She smiles slowly. “Me too.”
We take turns soaping each other up and the water is growing cold by the time we rinse off.
When we get in bed, the exhaustion I thought was bad before is even worse.
I wrap my arms around Bertie like she’s my own personal teddy bear and go right to sleep.