Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
DEIDRE
S tartled awake, it takes me a second to realize I’m hearing Mandy shrieking.
Her voice is in the distance as I jolt to a sitting position.
My hands lift the blanket to cover my breasts when I realize that there’s another person with me.
A sigh escapes me when I see Luke. The pleasant memories of last night come swirling back into my head as he kisses my cheek and shoulder.
“Dei,” Mandy shouts, barging into my room.
“What?” I snap, not understanding why she’s still freaking out. My eyes widen when I see her stopping in her tracks.
“I knew it,” she declares with a smirk. “I knew you two were sleeping together.”
“No."
“Don’t tell me no,” Mandy balks, gesturing to Luke and me. “You’re both fucking naked.” Mandy looks at Luke. “Congrats. It’s about fucking time.”
“First of all, last night was the first time,” I inform. “And second, what do you mean congrats and it’s about time ?”
“Nothing,” Mandy says, backpedaling.
I look at Luke who’s chuckling and shaking his head while lying back down.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“There’s a really freakin’ big ass spider in my room,” Mandy confesses. “I need you to get it for me.”
“Fine,” I huff.
Mandy doesn’t move.
“You kill spiders now?” Luke asks.
I glower at him. “No. It’s a catch and release thing.”
“Wow,” he replies with a snicker.
“Do you mind?” I ask Mandy, lifting a brow.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked,” she states.
Luke laughs.
I throw a pillow at her.
“Fine, but I’m not going back in there without you.”
“Just give me a minute and I’ll be right there,” I assure.
Luke stays on the bed with Vix as I get up and search for at least a tank top and a pair of underwear.
“Enjoying the view?” I scoff as I get dressed.
“Yes,” he gloats. “So Mandy has a thing with bugs?”
“She’s like most chicks.”
Luke sits up and slides to the edge of the bed. “You’re a chick…a chick who used to hate bugs.”
“I don’t freak out with them anymore.”
“When did that change?” he asks with a smirk.
“After moving down here.”
He pulls me over for a kiss. “Do you need some help?”
“I’m pretty sure I can handle a little spider,” I reply confidently.
Luke cups the back of my neck and pulls me in for another kiss—a deep one. I get lost in the way his tongue moves, as if it’s teasing my clit. I shift, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs. Luke mistakes it as an advance, coaxing my body back onto the bed as he lowers.
“She won’t go away unless I help her,” I explain after Mandy calls my name.
“I can help,” he offers. “As backup, just in case it’s a really big one or you forget what to do?”
I giggle. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Oh, I have complete confidence in you, Dei,” he declares. “It’s the lack of confidence I’ll have if you leave me here after knowing you’ve done this.” Luke presses his erection into me.
“I’m sure you and your ego can survive a minute or two until I return.”
“Promise?”
“Only if you promise to give me what you gave me last night,” I muse against his mouth.
“I plan to do better.”
“Then…” I say, kissing him. “I’ll be right back.”
I hurry out of the room, knowing there’s a good chance that Mandy will barge back in if I take any longer. I grab a plastic cup and a piece of paper from the kitchen. They’re my go-to bug-catching equipment.
“It’s bigger than that,” Mandy states when I turn around.
I snicker. “That’s what he said.”
“I’m glad you find humor in all of this,” she whines.
“What?”
Mandy follows me toward her room, peeking over my shoulder as I enter. She won’t follow me in, refusing to get any closer to the thing.
“Where was it?” I ask.
“By the window.”
I find the bug easily and capture it. I head to her sliding door and wait. “I need you to open this.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere near it,” she whines.
“How else do you suggest I get it outside?” I inquire. “Am I to use my feet to unlock and open the freakin’ door?”
“I’ll get it,” Luke offers, striding in wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.
Mandy’s expression changes when Luke passes by.
She mouths Oh my God as her eyes trail down to his backside, focusing on his ass for a few seconds.
She adds lucky bitch to her non-verbal gawking of his semi-erect bulge.
I can’t help but snicker. Luke looks at me and then back at Mandy, forcing us to deny him any awareness of what just happened.
Once the spider is dispensed of on some bushes back toward the hillside of our property, Luke follows me back inside.
I tease Mandy as I scan the room, searching to see if there are any brothers or sisters.
I pretend that there is one, making her freak out again.
She smacks me several times when she realizes it’s nothing.
“Go back to your room,” Mandy declares, unimpressed by my antics.
“Gladly.” Luke scoops me up and carries me away.
I squeal until he uses his foot to shut my bedroom door and tosses us on my bed. Luke instantly claims my mouth, making me even wetter in anticipation of what I know he’s planning.
Vix whines and gets in the way of us grinding onto each other as we kiss.
“I need to feed her."
“I know.” Luke doesn’t move.
“The sooner I feed her, the sooner we can finish this.”
“Who says I want to finish?”
He reluctantly lets me up, but stays close as I prepare Vix’s food and while she eats. Waiting for Vix to be done, Luke holds me from behind and guides my hair off my shoulder. He dusts his lips over my skin.
“Fuck,” I groan as his hand slips below my waist and cups my sex. I press my body forward, wanting more contact on my clit.
“I can’t wait to make you come again,” he says sinfully.
“Promise?”
“Always,” he professes. “And more than once every time.”
Most guys I’ve been with have been able to get me off at least once, maybe twice, depending on the position and if they or I played with myself in the process. With Luke, it’s like he knows the exact place to strike to make my orgasm arrive.
Luke and I maul each other to the point that I have three orgasms to his one.
When I finally decide to shower, he joins me.
This time, since we don’t have a condom as easily accessible, Luke uses his hands and mouth to satisfy me two more times.
I’m quick to return the favor, dropping to my knees to taste him.
While we get dressed, I work on composing myself, knowing that I need him to know that this is casual and not a relationship. Maybe we can pull off a friends-with-benefits kind of thing. I act my usual self and just keep enough of a distance so we aren’t as physically clingy to each other.
Mandy has a huge grin on her face when we enter the kitchen as she sips her coffee. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes reveal everything I need to know. I make the three of us breakfast and we remain pretty silent for the first ten minutes. Conversations are casual as we eat and clean up.
Luke gets me to follow him out to his car and ends up pulling me into him. “Happy second anniversary to you and Flirt ,” he congratulates.
“Thanks.”
“Maybe next time I’m down we can celebrate…just the two of us,” he suggests.
“I thought that’s what we did last night and this morning.”
“Kind of,” he chuckles.
“Thanks for coming yesterday,” I say.
“That’s what she said.”
We laugh as he hugs me.
“Will I see you next week?”
“I think I might have a few hours open,” I reply. “I’ll let you know.”
Just the thought of seeing him naked makes me wet, but I’ve got to be careful. Do guys ask this quickly to see you again once they’ve spent the night after sex? I don’t recall if Ryan did or any guy other I’ve slept with. I don’t know because I’m not a slut. Luke is the fourth guy I’ve been with.
Luke holds my face. “Do you want me to call, or text you, or do you want to call or text me?”
I shrug, honestly unsure of what to say.
“We’ll play it by ear then,” he states.
“Sounds good.”
Luke lowers his head, pressing his lips to mine with sweet, tender need. I happily accept his mouth and return the embrace, wanting to make the moment last. My fingers yank on the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer.
“See you soon, Tyson.”
“See you soon, Busta.”
As the house door closes, Mandy says with a wild grin, “I want every, fucking hot-ass detail.”
I glance at her and have to force myself to look away, not wanting her to see the goofy smile that is plastered across my face.
“I take it the sex was great.”
I clear my throat. “Why would you say that?”
“By your expression.”
“You know I’m not one to kiss and tell.”
“No, you aren’t,” she agrees. “But you always give me some details.”
“What?”
“So give me something. Like, where did he finally kiss you?”
My smile returns. “In the hot tub.”
“You guys went in last night?”
“Yeah.”
Her grin widens. “Did you do it in the hot tub?”
“No,” I laugh.
“How many?”
“How many what?”
She moves to the edge of the couch. “How many times did he make you orgasm?”
“The first time, the second time, or the third time?” I ask bashfully.
“Are you shitting me right now?”
I bite my lip and lower my chin.
“After getting the spider, which time was it?” she asks.
“Two and three,” I reveal nervously.
“Hot damn,” Mandy sighs. “So numbers for each round?”
I wince. “Three, three, and two.”
“How big?” she pries.
“No comment.”
“That big, huh?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Your eyes give it away,” she says with a smirk.
“Whatever.”
“Did my brother ever give you that many?” she asks.
My grin fades. “How can you ask me that?”
“What? It’s not like you two are together…besides, he’s very happy with his new girlfriend.”
“I know.”
Mandy glares at me, knowing that I’m trying to evade the question.
“No,” I blurt. “Your brother never gave me that many in such a short time frame. He did quite a few…but not that many.”
“You’re going to see Luke next weekend?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Yeah, maybe .”
“Why, maybe ?” she asks.
“I don’t and can’t do relationships,” I remind.
“First of all, Luke is different. Booty calls can be once a week, which lines up with the next time he’ll be down.
Plus, the rules have changed. Aside from the fact that you have history, you two have had sex…
three times in less than twenty-four hours.
Therefore, there’s nothing usual between you two anymore…
not from here on out,” Mandy states. “You two had sex. That changes everything.”
“It doesn’t change anything,” I rebut. “Yeah, we had sex, but we’re not in a relationship.”
“Not yet,” Mandy giggles.
“I don’t do relationships,” I groan, hating the fact that she’s pushing this for some reason. “You know that.”
“If he’s the one, you’ll feel differently.”
“No, I won’t,” I challenge. “Whether he’s the one or not, I can’t do a relationship.”
“If you say so,” Mandy replies, shrugging off my words.
“You’re a pain in the ass.” I storm out of the room so nothing else can be said.