Chapter 35 #3
Opening the video, I’m overwhelmed by a swell of emotion as I see us together in our most intimate form, and I don’t think I’m ready to watch this yet. Scanning ahead, I skip to nearly the end of the video, after we’ve both finished and he’s lying curled up in my side.
My attention is rapt as I watch us together, the way he was clearly so submissive to me in his body language, even that early on.
I listen as we talk about tattoos, and the way Luke describes his love for the desert as something he can relate to because he felt so dry and desolate himself at the time.
The Luke I’m watching on my phone and the one who was in my living room tonight are like night and day.
The Luke I saw tonight was still vulnerable and soft, but there’s a confidence to him now that wasn’t there before.
He always seemed confident to me at the time, but I wonder now how I didn’t recognize it for the front that it was.
I’m suddenly curious what his latest work is like. Does it reflect that confidence? Did he ever let anyone else top him? Knowing the answers to these questions won’t be beneficial in any way, but I can’t help myself. I open the app store and wait for Fanboy to download.
Originally, I intended to keep my account going and just let Jess run it for some added income; maybe do a solo video or two as the mood struck. I left it alone completely for a couple of weeks after I got home…but then I made the mistake of checking comments.
The ones about me were generally positive, people wondering where I’d been and asking if I was okay, but the ones about Luke and our relationship made me rage. A few are still burned into my memory:
What happened to the bf? Seemed like a loser anyway.
Single again from the looks of it. Maybe now we’ll get to see some variety and people his own age.
You mean the young hot guy ditched the washed up old guy? Who could have seen that coming.
That was enough to make me pull the plug right then and there. How do complete strangers find the audacity to offer opinions and commentary on the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make? How dare they assume they know anything about the love of my life?
Logging in takes a couple of password attempts, but once I’m in, I immediately navigate to Luke’s page.
Before I even get the chance to look through his latest videos, I notice the “Message” tab is highlighted with the number eight inside a little red bubble.
I frown. We never messaged one another on Fanboy…
we’d just text, sometimes DM on other platforms, or yell across the condo.
I tap on the message bubble, and suddenly, I forget how to breathe.
Hey Sunshine…
My heart is in my throat as I read Luke’s heart spilled out for me in message after message, snapshots of what this past year has been like for him.
My eyes are filling with tears as I read about his first collab after me, and spilling with joy and pride when he talks about therapy.
I can’t imagine what a difficult step that must have been for him to make, and he did it all on his own.
As time passes, the dates get farther apart, but the amount of growth between them is astounding. The Luke in these messages is the Luke I always knew he could be—that I always hoped he would be.
My entire body aches to be near him, like my soul is tethered to his. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel whole without him.
Suddenly, I can’t wait another second to see him. Jumping out of bed, I pull on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, and I’m out the door without a second thought.
Mandy was not thrilled about being woken up by a 2 a.m. phone call, but as soon as I told her I needed Luke’s hotel name and room number, she changed her tune.
“Don’t think we’re not gonna have a chat later about how you didn’t tell me Luke texted you,” I grumble. “But thanks, sis. Sorry to wake you.”
“Go get your man, Ry,” she encourages, and I hear the smile in her tired voice. “You two belong together.”
We do. I don’t think I ever truly believed in soulmates, but I’m running out of other explanations.
I’m pounding on the door of room 518 before I have time to figure out what I’m doing, and I have no idea what I’m going to say. I just know that I can’t wait another minute to see him.
The door flies open, and Luke is blinking against the bright light of the hallway, his T-shirt adorably rumpled, boxer briefs riding low enough on his hips that I can see a little sliver of those taut abs and that delicious V, his hair flopped adorably to one side and sticking straight up on the other.
“Riley?” he asks, rubbing his eyes as if he’s hallucinating me outside his hotel room in the middle of the night. “What are you—”
I cut him off by wrapping both hands around the back of his neck and pulling him to me, our lips meeting in a searing kiss.
He whimpers and immediately opens to give me access, and my dick is already thickening up as I push my tongue into his mouth hungrily.
I missed this so damn much. Pushing my entire body into his, I walk him backward until the backs of his legs meet the bed and he falls onto it, dark eyes wide with surprise and lust.
“Baby,” he breathes, clutching my waist and pulling me down on top of him. “Fuck, I missed you so much…so fucking much…”
His voice is thick with unshed tears, and I kiss the words off his lips, my hands framing his face and running up into his hair, massaging his head lightly.
His entire body melts beneath me, and our movements slow to a more languid pace.
Every so often, I have to stop and just look at him, memorizing the flush of his cheeks and the new smile lines around his mouth before our lips meet once again.
“I love you,” I sigh into our kiss. “I love you so much, Luke Larson. I don’t want to spend another day apart. ”
Tears are clinging to his lashes, finally spilling down his cheeks at my words. “Do you mean it?” he chokes out, taking my face between his rough palms. He’s trembling.
I nod. “It’s always been you, babe.”
Our lips crash together once more, and then I’m pawing at his shirt and grinding my cock into his frantically, desperate to feel every inch of his bare skin against mine.
I sit up, pulling him with me, just long enough to tear his shirt over his head and scramble to remove my own.
I’m about to go for his lips again when the glint of silver in his nipple draws my eye to his bare chest.
It’s dark in the room except for the low bedside lamp, but I can see the bright yellow and orange ink of a sun tattooed in the center of his left pec.
I stare at it, blinking and frozen in place for a moment. My eyes flick from the tattoo to his face and back to the tattoo again. “Is…that…?”
I don’t even have to finish the sentence. He nods, watching as shock and awe and recognition flit across my face. “It’s you, sunshine.”
Now my eyes are the ones filling with tears as I gently touch a fingertip to the sun’s rays. He came here with no idea what the outcome would be, and yet, before he even made that decision, he made this one—to place me right over his heart forever, no matter what happened here today.
“Am I dreaming?” I finally laugh, swiping at my eyes as the tears begin to fall. “Are we really going to do this?”
Luke wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, and I relish the feel of his body against mine, proof that he’s here. That this is real. “I’m in it if you are,” Luke confirms, his breath hot against my neck. “I’m never letting you go again, sunshine.”
“You’d better not,” I sniff, pulling him in for another kiss. My lips travel down to kiss his new ink gently before I move to his nipple, flicking my tongue over the metal jewelry. He rolls his hips beneath me and groans as I suck the tiny nub between my lips.
He’s thrusting up into me now, seeking friction with messy, uncoordinated jerks of his hips.
My cock is straining against my sweats, reaching for him, the fabric dark with precum where I’ve been leaking already.
My balls are so full they ache, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to rut against him until we both come right now.
But it’s been an entire year since we’ve been together like this, and I want to make it last.
“Underwear off, babe,” I instruct, climbing off of him and removing my own pants. “Then I want you on your hands and knees for me.”
Luke scrambles to do as he’s told, his cock already flushed with need and his balls pulled tight against his body as he gets into position, presenting his hole to me.
I run one fingertip softly over the tiny opening, sucking in a breath as the little pucker quivers at my touch.
“I’m obsessed with this hole, you know?” I whisper reverently, gently pressing my finger to it and meeting resistance.
It’s an actual miracle that something so small can accommodate my cock.
“It’s all yours,” Luke whines. “Only yours.”
My eyebrows raise at that. “No one else has been inside here since me?”
He shakes his head, and my chest swells with pride.
It wouldn’t have mattered to me if he had done this with someone else; being filled became a need for him by the end, and I could never begrudge him that.
But the fact that he hasn’t awakens the dominant beast inside of me that only ever seems to come out for him.
“Well, I guess I’d better take care of that as soon as possible then,” I murmur, dropping to my knees and settling into position behind him. “Spread those cheeks for me, babe.”