35. Gigi
CHAPTER 35
Gigi
Maybe Luke’s negative Nancy attitude is rubbing off on me, but I can’t shake the feeling that everything is not supposed to be this simple. Call it intuition or whatever, but the way Andrew’s parents gave us their blessing yesterday? Something’s not right. They should be pissed, right? They should want to disown Luke. Andrew’s mom was about to say something, I sensed it, but when her husband all but gave us his thumbs up, she stayed quiet real quick. Or maybe they really are nice people and Luke is right. They like seeing him happy.
Whatever qualms I have, Luke is not sharing it. He’s like a whole new person with less chinks in his armor.
“I can’t wait to get back to campus,” Luke rasps, his sweaty hands firm on my hips. Without looking at him, I know he’s wearing a smile on his face. “I miss loud sex.”
I want to laugh, but the sound gets replaced by a whimper that I muffle with my palm instead when his thrusts go harder inside me, pushing my head further down to the pillow. Fuck, is doggy style supposed to feel this good? Can he see my butthole from this angle?
“Yeah.” He chuckles as he pants, light and carefree. Like he has a new lease on life. “I can see it from here, Gi.”
Fuck. “I just said it out loud, didn’t I?”
Flipping me over, as if saving me from further embarrassment, he lays me on my back as he pushes himself inside me again. This time it’s slower, more deliberate. His face is directly over mine and I can’t help but run my hands through his messy hair. Our eyes meet and the honey color softens, turning my insides liquid.
“I love you, Gigi,” he says, his breaths labored. “I can’t wait to meet your friends tomorrow.” I feel him hitting the tender spot deep inside me. “I can’t wait to tell our parents.” I feel the friction on my inside walls as he drags himself out of me lazily. “This is it, Gi.” I feel him plunge into me again. “We’re really happening.” I feel his dick pulsating as he releases his cum.
Still connected, Luke tucks a loose hair strand behind my ear. The man on top of me is not the same brooding boy who started a hate campaign against me when he begrudgingly had to give up his room for me. He’s chatty, cracking jokes. Luke has changed and he’s healing.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I make my decision. I’m choosing to keep my doubts about Andrew’s parents and their dubious approval to myself. A smiling, happy Lucas Palmer is such a precious sight to see; I don’t want to bring him down from his high.
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Do you know that?” he tells me before putting his soft lips on mine. I feel honored to be on the receiving end of all of Luke’s love. Since he doesn’t hand it out for free, you know that it’s the real deal. And in a sea of fakeness and fleeting connections, this man is a needle in a haystack. A rarity in a generation of men who’d tell you sweet nothings, only to leave you the next day for someone else.
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” I whisper. I feel the stinging in my eyes. I don’t know why I’m about to cry, I just am. Everything is so good, and overwhelming, and beautifully painful at the same time. “Do you know that, Luke?” My hands cup his cheek as I kiss him with all the love I have for him, and I feel him hardening again inside me. “You’re always going to be my first choice,” I say, bringing our foreheads together.
Although it was one painful journey to get here, I can’t help but think that everything played out how it was supposed to be. God’s plan, if you will. Life works in mysterious ways, and you can’t know what’s in store for you. If Lucas Palmer is the one who I’m supposed to end up with, to be with for the rest of my life, I will die a happy woman.
“Will you come with me?” he asks as he thrusts himself in and out of me once again. One of his hands is hooking my thigh on his hip while the other one covers my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “After you’re done with school? I’ll do my master’s in Ravensfield and then I want to move, Gi.”
If his goal is to manipulate me into saying yes while he fucks me stupid and sends me into a state of delirium with the way his tongue is rolling on my breasts, licking every inch of pebbled skin, then he’s succeeding. I want to say yes, but words are not coming out. We have tried sex the rough and hard way, usually during quickies when we’re sloshed, but this. The slow, lazy sex with kisses in between. The kind of sex that makes me feel like I’m cherished. This is my fucking kryptonite, and he knows it. So, I nod frantically, chanting my agreement in my head. Yes. Yes. Yes. Wherever you go. Yes. Take me with you.
“Would you do that for me?” I want to cry in frustration when he straightens his back, moving his mouth away from my nipples, but then he licks two fingers and touches my throbbing clit, causing my eyes to flutter. “Would you be with me that way?” I want to ask what he means. We’re already together. As Luke slides into me again, he makes me understand with words that cause my heart to have its own kind of orgasm. “I want the whole package with you, Gi. I want to take you with me, and then I want marriage. Children. A dog that nobody’s going to fucking walk except for me because you and the kids are too lazy to take it out. The whole shebang.”
I want to tell Luke that I want that, too. I want to tell him how happy I am that he’s opening up to me. I want to tell him that I think he’s the strongest, most beautiful person on Earth I have ever met. My thoughts disperse into thin air the moment my climax takes me under and I start trembling.
I’ll tell him next time, because with Luke, there is going to be a next time. We’re not going anywhere. We’re really doing this.