Chapter 19
Luke had wanted to pick Maggie up for the Spring Fling, but he’d volunteered instead to take Mom’s place during set up. She was still there, of course, helping to direct, but he was her arms and legs.
“Luke, the sign is crooked!”
He rubbed his hands over his temple. “I told you, there’s a light there. Should we put the sign somewhere else?”
Mom scowled, her dress and walking boot an interesting juxtaposition. “No, we’ll just have to make do.” She wheeled away. “Don’t you need to get changed?”
“Yes, Mom.” Luke rolled his eyes since she couldn’t see him. His shirt was hanging in the back of his car along with his best dress pants.
Here’s hoping Grace had been correct when he asked what color Maggie was wearing.
Looking around the community center, Luke nodded in satisfaction. Then he high-tailed it for his car and his change of clothes.
Changing into the white shirt in the mens’ room, he wrapped the pink tie around his neck and tied a knot.
Then he finger-combed pomade through his hair.
A dab of cologne, and he was set. He packed up his stuff and took it back out to the car as the lights came on and the DJ, Joe’s cousin, started the music.
Luke wiped the sweat off his palms as he waited for his date.
Grace and Felix had promised to get her there right as it started.
He leaned against the wall next to the entrance, hands tucked in his pockets as the entire town came out for the Fling.
Families with kids always came and left early, as did the older residents.
He waved to the people he knew, but kept his focus outside, waiting for his date.
A flash of red hair outside had him standing up straighter.
He ignored the flutters in his stomach as Grace and Maggie came into view, Felix trailing behind them.
Instead of a coat, Maggie’s only nod to the cool temperature was a green wrap that covered her shoulders and hung down in front of her dress.
Grace found him in the crowd first and smirked.
Luke stepped into the flow of people entering, letting them part around him like a rock in a stream.
He saw the moment Maggie noticed him, her head tilting up and her smile spreading across her face.
Grace whispered something in her ear as she took Maggie’s wrap, giving him a wink as she headed to the coat rack.
Maggie wore a knee-length dress in cotton candy pink, the same shade as the tie Grace had helped him pick out, with dark pink roses throughout.
The heart-shaped neckline lovingly cradled her breasts, emphasizing the perfect mounds.
Ruffled straps fluttered in the breeze of people rushing past. He held out his hand to her, twirling her around on her matching pink heels, letting the skirt flare out into a circle.
“You look incredible.” He drew her to him.
“You do, too.” She slid her hand down his tie. “How did you know?”
“Grace,” he answered.
“Of course.” She shook her head. “That’s why she told me real men wear pink.”
Luke shrugged. “Did you used to date Pinocchio?”
Maggie covered her laugh. “Something like that.”
He tugged her hand down from her mouth. “You don’t have to hide from me. Ever.”
Her green eyes sparkled. “You’re dangerous.”
“Not to you.”
She just hummed. “That remains to be seen.” Her hand slid around his elbow. “Shall we?”
“Let’s go.”
Maggie leaned against him as they stood in line to check in. He felt like the luckiest guy in town tonight.
“It’s funny. My mom always told me I couldn’t wear pink because of my hair.”
Luke shook his head. “That’s crazy.”
She hummed thoughtfully. “Most shades clash pretty horribly. But this one works.”
He released his arm so it could slide around her shoulders. “You don’t talk about her much.”
Maggie stiffened ever so slightly against him. “We don’t have a good relationship.”
Luke stroked his thumb over her bare arm to soothe whatever feathers he’d unwittingly ruffled. “I’m sorry to hear that. For what it’s worth, I think my mom would adopt you.”
At that, she chuckled. “I like your mom.”
With that, they got to the front of the line. Luke gave them his name for the tickets he’d purchased and they entered through the balloon arch he’d spent two hours putting together this afternoon.
“Wow!”
Luke drew Maggie onto the dance floor, the family-friendly line dances starting up. They found an open spot and while Luke didn’t know them all that well, he tried. Maggie at least seemed to know them, and she didn’t stop smiling all night.
Eventually, the families with kids and the elderly called it a night, and the music turned more club-like.
Luke found himself in the middle of the dark dance floor, his hands full of Maggie’s voluptuous ass as they did the bump ‘n grind. He’d loosened his tie an hour ago.
When the DJ switched to a slow song, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her close.
She laid her head against his shoulder. And he didn’t know how he could have ever thought he’d give this up.
He shoved the logistics of the two of them aside. That was Future Luke’s problem to solve. Present Luke had an armful of curvy Maggie and that was all he was going to think about.
Most of the people their age were starting to leave for the night, the teenagers the only ones willing to dance until the wee hours of the morning. He saw Grace leaving, Felix following close behind her, like he was trying to catch up.
Interesting.
Maggie paused in her dancing when the song changed again. She stood on her tiptoe to speak in his ear. “Will you take me home?”
He gripped her tightly, looking into her eyes. Was she offering what he thought she was? She nodded at his unasked question, and his blood started to flow south. “Are you sure?” He mouthed the words as the music grew louder.
In answer, she pressed on the back of his neck until their lips met in a sensual kiss that translated her urgency. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away, and tugged on his tie.
What his Mags wanted, she would get.
Maggie struggled to keep her hands to herself on the short drive back to the Haven. Thank goodness this dress had pockets, or she would have probably forgotten her keys at the dance.
Luke, smart man that he was, had an overnight bag with him that he’d brought in. He dropped it inside the door to her room and pulled her tightly to him.
Their lips locked in a mating dance while her hands desperately unknotted his tie. She could feel his erection pressing through their clothes and she needed him. Needed his hands and his mouth all over her body. She hadn’t felt like this with anyone before.
Chuckling, Luke pulled away from her far enough to undo the tie on his own. “Better, sweetheart?”
“No. Too many clothes.” She sucked on his neck as her fingers took care of the buttons on his dress shirt. He moaned and leaned his head back to give her access, and she thrilled that she’d found an erogenous zone on him.
She got his buttons undone and was pulling his shirt tails out of his pants when he grabbed her wrists and held them apart. In a husky voice that set her nipples to hard points, he uttered, “My turn,” and flipped them around.
Now she was the one with her head thrown back to give him access to her throat, but he didn’t stop there. He laved his tongue across her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down as he went. Then he switched to the other side, and his hands worshiped her skin as he fell to his knees.
He pressed kisses to the swells of her breasts, his hands sliding around to find the zipper at the back of her dress.
With a tug, the fabric gave way, as he slowly unwrapped her like a precious gift, exposing her strapless bra and the pale pink lace underwear.
Luke groaned as he stroked her hips, then reached up to unhook the bra.
It fell forward and Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.
His concerned look as he slid his fingers over the red marks the torture device had left behind almost undid her.
“Price of big boobs,” she said with a shrug.
His only response was to massage her globes, kissing the lines the tight elastic had left behind, erasing the discomfort and replacing it with pleasure.
She leaned back against the door, threading her fingers into his hair to keep him there.
When he sucked one nipple into his mouth, she whined. Just dancing had drenched her panties, and they needed to come off. She tucked her thumbs into the lace at her hips, but he stopped her.
“On my head or above yours, I don’t care which, sweetheart.” He told her, giving her other nipple a lick. She shuddered as she complied. “I promised to take my time with you and that’s what we’re doing.”
A whine built in the back of her throat as she clutched his scalp. He chuckled and kissed down the soft swell of her belly, petting and loving on her most hated body part.
“So soft.”
He drew her panties down and tapped her ankles one at a time so she could step out of them.
Their gazes met as he drew them up to his nose and breathed her in, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He tucked them into his pocket and stroked over her thunder thighs and her calves. “Would you leave the heels on?”
God, he was just the sweetest, sexiest, filthiest thing. She nodded, and he stood up, divesting himself of his clothes. Her hands moved to his chest of their own accord, her fingers threading through the hair on his chest, his stomach, and finally one hand wrapped around his thick member.
His nostrils flared wide, his eyes closing for a moment, then he grabbed her hips and lifted her into his arms.
“Luke! I’m too heavy!”
“Nonsense.” She heard the smack of his hand before the pain bloomed on her ass. “You’re perfect.”
He walked them over to the bed and tossed her down to the mattress. Maggie blinked up at him, stunned. Sean had never even tried to pick her up, he’d only groused about her weight and eating habits. Her own mother had put her in fat camp as a kid. Not that it had worked.
Luke just… liked her. He didn’t find her sexy despite her weight, it seemed to be a feature.
And now she was out of the moment.
“Where’d you go, sweetheart?” His handsome face hovered above her.
“Nowhere, I just… no one’s ever been able to lift me.”
He snorted. “You’ve been dating weak men.”
You have no idea, she thought to herself. “Kiss me again,” she begged instead.
He obliged, and then they were a writhing mass of hands and moans. Thankfully, she remembered the condoms she’d purchased and drew one out of the nightstand. She pulled one off the strip as his fingers thrust inside her sopping pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“All for you.” He had to pause as he covered his cock, but she was looking forward to getting that beast inside her. She hadn’t been able to fit him entirely in her mouth and she was dying to get him inside her most secret place.
He rubbed the mushroom-shaped head over her slit, paying extra attention to her clit, before lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. She crossed her ankles, digging her pink heels into his muscular butt and eliciting a groan from him.
He leaned forward on one hand, the other lining himself up with her.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she panted, her chest heaving. God, she needed this. Needed him, and his tender heat.
Slowly he slid inside, and the stretch felt so good it made her moan. He kept going, and going, reaching places inside her no one had ever touched before. When his hips met hers, they shuddered as one.
He threaded his fingers through hers and laid her hands up by her head. They breathed each other’s air as she got used to the feeling of him inside her. Testing the waters, she clenched around him, and he groaned.
“Sweetheart… if you do that, I won’t last.”
“Then move.”
He drew back, and slammed back into her, and she cried out. “Yes!” The slap of skin on skin filled the room, their pants and moans adding to the symphony. Pleasure like she’d never felt before built in her center and spread outward until her fingers tingled and her toes curled.
She chanted his name over and over, a prayer as he drove her orgasm higher and higher.
“Maggie… baby… I can’t last. Come for me. Please!” He sat back on his heels and thrust wildly, rolling his thumb in circles around her clit.
Her vision went white, her entire body convulsing as the climax hit her like a freight train. She was dimly aware of his own shouts as he followed her over the edge.
When she came back to Earth, he was pressing kisses over her cheeks. Her shoes sat next to the bed on the floor. “Fuck, Maggie. That was …”
“Yeah,” she breathed out. There were no words.
When he could stand without falling over, he took care of the condom in the bathroom. He emerged with a warm damp washcloth and cleaned her off, before wiping himself down and tossing it onto the tile floor. Then he crawled into the bed with her and gathered her into his arms.
They fell asleep, sated and spent.