ELLA
I suppose after my little stunt yesterday I deserved to be knocked out of my seriously delicious dream (starring Luke, naturally) by the shrill ring of my cell phone at 5 a.m. I barely got out a sleepy ‘Hello’ before Andy started in.
“Did you have to bake him cookies, Patton? That was a low blow.”
“They were just cookies, Andy. No ulterior motive.”
“No ulterior motive would mean you were in Denver. You being in Sala Bay is like finding the Russians setting up summer camp in the center of the Pentagon. There’s nothing about it that isn’t an ulterior motive.”
“What’s your point, Andy?”
“What are your intentions towards my best friend?”
How am I not supposed to roll my eyes at this? “Andy, I’m sure Luke appreciates your concern but since we are both adults I’m afraid the relationship stuff is private. I’m not discussing my love life with my older brother. If Luke wants to spill you’re free to ask him.” I add helpfully.
“I’m calling him next.”
Of course, he is. Andy is a mother hen, which I sometimes appreciate but not very often. “I’m serious about him, Andy. Don’t stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”
He huffs a bit and then hangs up. I think about sending a warning text to Luke but then I figure that he’s used to Andy by now. He can sort that part out himself.
The workday passes by in a flash, lots of new dogs to meet including this adorable giant mix of a girl named Rosalie. Nobody knows what she is but she’s huge with long, mostly black fur, bright eyes and a tongue big enough to catch unsuspecting people from around corners. Okay, not really, but she’s super sweet and she does have a big tongue that she isn’t shy about using. I adore her and I’m secretly hoping she doesn’t get adopted for a few weeks so I can spend some more time with her.
Then it’s six and there’s a knock on my door. When I open it Luke is standing there looking drop-dead gorgeous in faded jeans and a dark red Henley that show off every one of his um, assets. He hands me the empty picnic basket and leans in for a quick kiss. I bring my hands up to his neck to pull him in for something longer and he doesn’t resist.
“Hi.” I finally manage.
“Keep that up and you’re going to be the one that has to tell our grandchildren we only dated for forty-eight hours.” His eyes are doing that crinkly thing at the corners that means he’s teasing but I call his bluff anyway.
“I’m good with that.”
He frowns. “I thought we could pick up a pizza and then go to that old drive-in movie theater they just re-opened. What do you think?”
“Can we make out in the car?”
He shrugs. “That was part of my plan, but I think they patrol for horny teenagers so you can’t get too wild.”
“Has Andy ever told you how devious I am?”
Luke is clearly thinking about it. “I’m not sure. Anything in particular he would have told me about?”
“My plan to fix Mom up with the cute plumber?”
“That was you?”
“Yes, in my defense I was only nine and didn’t know the plumber was gay. Otherwise, it would have worked.”
“Your brother called me this morning.”
“He told me was going to after he woke me up. How’d it go?”
“He’s jealous.”
“That I’m going to steal you from him?”
Luke’s grinning. “Never been the bone before, gotta say. Naw, that’s a little bit of it but mostly he’s worried that his baby sister is going to find true love which makes him old and single. Don’t be surprised if he starts getting more serious about who he dates.”
I shrug. Andy’s love life has never been something I worried about, it was useful only as a way to get information out of him about Luke.
We head out and find to our shock that we’re in complete agreement about pizza toppings. Surely that’s a sign? Half an hour later I’m holding a warm box filled with mushroom and goat cheese pizza on our way to the old drive-in at the edge of town. It had sat empty growing weeds amid the pavement for the last twenty years before a civic group decided to try to bring it back. They figured out how to retrofit the system to stream movies onto the screen and have the sound go to your cell phone. The movie is an old Lauren Bacall black and white film which is perfect. We eat pizza and chat while my phone streams the sound from its place on the dashboard. When neither of us reaches for another slice Luke takes the box and closes it pushing it onto the back seat.
Then he’s reaching for me, his large hand curving around the back of my neck, gently tugging me forward. I meet him over the central console and our mouths fuse as though that’s their natural state. He tastes of rich tomato sauce and he smells like woodsmoke; it’s a heady combination. I shift in my seat so I can get up on my knees but Luke stops me. He gestures with one hand towards an attendant walking between cars with a blue glow stick. “Told you.” He’s frowning more than smirking and I wonder if he’s regretting picking a place with a built-in chaperone.
Right, well I don’t have to be obvious about this. I sit back down facing forward and reach my left hand out having no trouble locating the bulge in Luke’s pants. I trace one finger back and forth across the denim, teasing him into a reaction.
In no time he’s grabbing my wrist bringing my hand up to his mouth where he sucks my fingers one by one, the suction traveling down my nerves and straight to my aching pussy.
“Behave, Ella.”
“For how long?”
“Well, this is our first official date. I think we should go out on at least three dates before we take that big step.”
“Do they have to be on three separate days?”
He considers that carefully. “I suppose not.”
“So if we went out for breakfast tomorrow and then lunch you’d let me sleep over tomorrow night?”
“You don’t have any doubts? I meant what I said earlier, Ella. Once I claim you I’m not letting you go.”
“I’m sure.”
“Then yesss. Pack a bag for when I pick you up in the morning.”
I grin with victory and the thought of finally having Luke over me, thrusting his thick cock into my pussy. Then I frown in concern. “What about your leg? Is there anything I need to know?”
He shrugs. “I don’t really know. I haven’t been with a woman since before the attack. I guess we’ll find out together.”
“Okay, just don’t be stubborn on my account. If we need to stop and um, try something different I won’t mind.”
Luke slants an amused glance my way. “Here’s the thing about sex, Ella. You can’t plan it all out in advance. You might want to get used to that idea now.”
“Ha!” I grumble quietly to myself about people that don’t appreciate my genius until Luke reaches over and starts sucking on my earlobe. Pure delicious torture.
6
LUKE
When I kiss Ella goodnight at her door it’s all I can do not to swoop her up and carry things to their natural conclusion in her bedroom. I don’t and part of me hates that I’m thinking she’s going to wake up and change her mind. That she’s still too young, living out a teenage fantasy where boys kiss her softly and hold hands and don’t have hard, thrusting cocks.
I’m awake at dawn, my leg stiff from the night until I do a few of the yoga poses I learned in rehab. I’m careful not to do them in front of open windows — not sure why but somehow I don’t want the neighbors knowing. I don’t want to get sucked into all this West Coast new-agey shit but I do feel looser afterward so I keep doing them. After a quick shower and dressing, I’m driving across town to Ella’s place.
It’s 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning and Ella looks like every dream girl I ever invented all rolled into one. Her beautiful breasts are teasing with the top of her white sundress. I give up on any thought of ever letting her go and hatch a new plan to put that possibility completely out of her mind. Something’s wrong though. As we walk to my
car she’s biting her lower lip and not quite meeting my gaze.
“Second thoughts, Ella?” I ask quietly, bracing myself.
“No! Well not exactly.” She’s wringing her hands together so I step closer and pull her arms up to my neck. She leans into me with a groan, planting her face into my chest. “Luke, am I coercing you?”
“Hunh? Where’d that come from?”
“Marcia.”
“Your sister, Marcia?”
“Yes, the one that talked to Andy last night and then called me.”
“What did she say?” I’m genuinely curious having grown up with no siblings and just a few cousins I saw a few times a year. The Carson family dynamic is usually entertaining but if they’re going to try to get between Ella and me I’ll stop being quite so polite.
“That I was taking advantage of you, that I’m headstrong and don’t pay attention to anyone else’s feelings, and you’re going along with me because you don’t know how to say no to Andy’s little sister and that you’re not going to have sex with me and if by some strange event you do, it will be pity sex.” She gets all that out on one breathe and then stops.
I can see tears welling in her eyes but she keeps her face tilted up in a desperate move to keep them from falling. Then her dark eyes are searching my face. “You wouldn’t do that to me would you, Luke? The pity sex part? If she’s right and I’ve been overbearing and domineering I’d rather you tell me to go away.” She sniffs hard.
I lean against the side of my car and pull her tight against me. “Ella, I’ve known you as an adult for exactly three days. I’ve had a raging hard-on for that entire time, which you’ve known about. So you know I’m not making that up. Nothing in that adds up to pity sex. And I can prove that I can, in fact, say no to Andy’s little sister because I turned Marcia down three years ago.”
Ella pulls back to stare at me, her mouth making a shocked ‘O’ and the twinkle starting to come back in her eyes. “No! What’d she do? Why am I only hearing about this now?”
I shrug, “Probably because I never told Andy. She came into the bathroom when I was showering at his place. With the door closed.” I add in case she needs the clarification. “I told her I wasn’t interested and I made sure to keep my bedroom door and the bathroom locked after that. I didn’t see her again so I didn’t think too much of it but that’s what happened.”
“She’s such a two-faced liar,” Ella says happily.
She bounces cheerfully in her seat all the way to breakfast. I know this little Mexican hole in the wall that doesn’t even advertise that they serve breakfast. The door just happens to be unlocked and if you come in you can order off the chalkboard menu. I swear you can taste the love Mrs. Castillo puts in every plate that leaves the kitchen.
“This is so fabulous!” Ella exclaims after downing half of her breakfast quesadilla with extra avocado. “Can we come here again?”
“I’m here pretty much every weekend. Saturdays anyway. They’re not open on Sundays.”
Then she starts licking her fingers. And suddenly I’m thinking we should head for the house and stay there. Forget the beach walk and ice cream I had planned.
“You didn’t pack a bag,” I announce out of nowhere.
“I did. But I didn’t dare bring it after Marcia messed with my head. It’s on the couch at my place.”
“What if we made a quick stop at a drug store— anything we can’t replace?”
“Clothes?” a tiny smile is hovering at the edges of her soft lips.
“I have an endless supply of t-shirts and sweats. They might be a little big but they’ll cover you. Honestly, though I’m thinking you won’t need any clothes for a while.”
Ella gulps and looks around a little wildly. “Well, what are we waiting for then?”
I drop bills on the table and pull her up from the booth.
7
ELLA
Is it strange to head off to bed together the first time right after breakfast? Maybe it’s not conventional but it does kind of make perfect sense. We’re fed, refreshed, sober, and eager. Very eager. Since Luke picked me up I get the bonus of eye-fucking him on the way home. Something he doesn’t seem to mind at all except for the way that bulge in his pants is starting to strain against the zipper. His jeans are molding his muscular thighs and making me visualize what it will be like to have his cock filling me, the heat of his skin warming me as I lie naked in the cool air.
A dark rumble emerges from the man himself and I realize I might just have said some of that out loud. Oops. We pull up to a red light and Luke takes his focus off the road and turns to me. His hot gaze drops to my chest causing my nipples to harden and strain against my shirt. I squirm in my seat and I catch Luke’s smirk before the light turns green and he puts his attention back on getting us home safely. I sigh softly.
“You’ve got about two minutes to make a decision, babe.”
“What?” What on earth is he talking about? I thought we’d settled everything.
“If you’re okay getting pregnant today.”
“Today?” I squeak.
“If effort and volume of cum have anything to do with it, then yes, today.” He gives me a quick glance from hooded eyes. I swear sparks are coming out of their pale depths. “I don’t want anything between us, Ella and I know you said you weren’t on the pill…”
“If I did get pregnant would you run away and abandon us?”
“Hell, no! Is that what you think of me?”
I use his irritated tone as an excuse to reach out and touch his thigh. “Of course not, but if you’d said yes, then I’d have had to say no. But since you aren’t going to do that…” I shrug. “Effort, hunh? What exactly do you have planned?”
“I’m going to lick you until you cum so hard you can’t remember your name, either of them. Then I’m going to watch you cum on my cock while I spill everything I have into you and watch it run down your thighs.”
“Oh.”
He grins, “You okay with that, sweetness?”
I try to sound nonchalant but my breathlessness gives me away. “Sure.”
“Good ‘cause we’re here.”
He turns the engine off and we sit there for a moment staring at each other. Luke finally moves, leaning forward to give me a slow thorough kiss. “Come on sweetness, let’s take this inside. I don’t want the neighbors seeing you naked.”
Somehow we get out of the car, up the path and into the house but I’m not exactly sure how. It’s all a blur.
Then Luke is pushing me gently down on the bed, stripping away my dress and panties. He lifts them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “God, Ella, you smell sweet and sinful all at the same time. Are you as wet as your panties?”
I nod mutely pushing myself up on my elbows.
He leans over, giving me a preview of what it will be like to have him pressing me into the mattress. But all he does is gently run his warm fingers along the edge of my lacy white bra. He leaves behind a trace of fire that makes my skin burn wherever he touches me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Ella. I still don’t know how I didn’t know you were waiting for me. My very own untouched goddess.”
“You’re lucky I also have a brain wired for military strategy or I’d still be waiting.”
“True,” he agrees solemnly but his eerily pale blue eyes are twinkling. “I am very lucky. Very lucky indeed.”
His big hands are spreading my knees apart and then I feel his warm tongue on my pussy. He licks and caresses from one end to the other, paying special attention to my hard little clit. I can feel it swelling and becoming more sensitive as he sucks it gently then blows on it.
My belly tenses as he thrusts his tongue inside me. “Luke!” Unconsciously I reach my hands down to grip his hair holding him in place between my thighs.
He gives me an answering rumble of satisfaction as he turns his attention back to my swollen clit. He sucks it hard into his mouth and then scrapes his teeth gently across the surface. The tension that�
�s been gathering and coiling in my body erupts and I cum with a scream. My body collapses back on the bed as I feel wetness spreading down my thighs.
Luke places one knee on the bed next to my hip leaning down to kiss me deeply, letting me taste my essence on his tongue. He reaches down and pushes one thick finger into my eager pussy. I clench and jerk my hips, wanting more.
He pulls back with a groan, “Patience, babe. You keep moving like that this will be over before it starts. Now behave.”
I grumble just as his finger is once again poised at my entrance.
“You’re not too old to spank, Ella.”
I’m intrigued. But I’ve got enough to think about right now so I file that one away for later. “What exactly are we waiting for, Luke?”
He glares at me. “Mostly for you to stop being so bossy. If you can ask that question coherently you’re not ready for my cock yet.”
Oh dear god. I’m never going to last.
With that, he pushes a second finger into my tight wet channel and I’m writhing with the sweet agony as he pushes them in and out, adding a third finger that stretches my walls. I’m still not full enough. “Luke, please!”
“Please, what?” He leans over. “Kiss you, maybe?” He does, deeply, not pausing his fingers in the slightest. “Or maybe you meant this?” He curves his fingers slightly as they plunge into me finding and pressing a special spot. I’m flying, coming apart into a thousand pieces. “Yeah, must have been that.” He sounds smug as he steps back from the bed and finally pulls his shirt off in that way guys do that’s hopelessly hot. I watch him through slitted eyes as I try to get my breath back.
He pauses then. His hands are on the waistband of his jeans, his bare chest glowing in the morning sunlight streaming into the bedroom window. His abs are so cut that there are literally shadows forming. “Ella…”
“You had better not be having second thoughts, Luke,” I warn from slitted eyes, my pussy wet and waiting right in front of him, practically begging for his cock.
I can see the corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement, “Oh, we’re not done yet, not by a long shot. But Ella… you said something the other day, something about coming here to find out if I’m okay. What brought that on?”
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