Until Luke: A Steamy Alpha Male Curvy Woman Romance: Reynolds Family Book 1

by Kali Hart

  I haven’t even asked this beautiful woman her name, but I’m completely captivated by her. She’s panting against the wall, her eyes on me as her exposed tits rise and fall. I swear she’s pushing them out begging for me to grab them again. My cock twitches in my pants.

  “I need you to escort a drunk and disorderly off the premises. Immediately,” Liz, my mother and current employer says to me. If she’s calling me directly, I know it’s serious. My guys can handle almost any situation. But they save the special cases for my expertise.

  “I’ll be right there.” Just as soon as I can get my dick to calm down.

  Disappointment flashes in her eyes. I keep my own locked with hers as I bring my finger up to my mouth and suck her sweet juices, savoring the taste of her. “I’m sorry we don’t have more time, sweetheart. I have to take care of your date.”

  “Break his nose for me, will you?” She pushes herself off the wall and works the zipper on her dress, covering the work of art I already plan to admire in another private tour just as soon as I can arrange one.

  “Will you promise to let me walk you to your car?” I shouldn’t even wait for the answer. Who knows the kind of havoc this guy is causing with each passing minute they wait for my arrival.

  “Really, that’s not necessary.” But the darkened desire in those eyes says otherwise.

  “Please? I’ll feel better knowing you made it there safely.” Though I ask nicely, I won’t be nice about it at all if she says no. The need to protect her at all costs outweighs everything. She feels important, in a permanent kind of way that has me messed up in the head.

  “Sure.”

  I’m not gentle at all when I take one more kiss from her. “I’ll be waiting for you at the coat check.”

  “Wait—”

  “What?” I should be hauling his ass outside by now, but I’m caught in a web. Unable to move until I hear what she has to say.

  “What’s your name?”

  I dance with the idea of not telling her, but I admit I want to know hers, too. A crash from the event hall forces my hand. “Luke. Luke Reynolds.” When she doesn’t immediately answer me, I ask, “You?”

  “Britt.”

  I don’t have time to coax a last name out of her. I’ll do that later.

  Pissed as all hell at the interruption, I rush off to handle the dipshit who’s had too much champagne. I just hope I can keep myself from punching him without being able to pin it on self-defense. I’ve wanted to pummel him since the moment I realized what he was doing to her.

  To Britt.

  3

  BRITT

  I arrive back in the event hall in time to watch the museum curator collect her coat and leave. Well, my little inspiration quest in the east wing to work up my nerve was all for nothing.

  Not nothing, a voice whispers in my head.

  At least I found the opportunity after Luke’s departure to slip my resume under her office door. It’s something.

  After Luke hurried off, I hung back for a bit. I’d needed a few minutes to collect myself. I’d catch my reflection in the glass of a display case and found my cheeks were flushed like they’d been sunburnt.

  Perhaps it was for the best that my first impression with the woman who held the key to making my dreams come true wasn’t made tonight when my hair was disheveled from a steamy encounter during a trespassing stint with a security guard. I’m not sure how I’ll gain another opportunity, but I’m resourceful. If that slipped resume doesn’t do the trick, I’ll think of something else.

  “You look like you need a drink.” A smiling woman hands me a plastic cup. “It’s a margarita. They’ve gotten weaker, but it’ll still help.”

  “Thanks.” I know I shouldn’t accept drinks from strangers, but she seems nice. Genuine. “I’m Britt.”

  “Katy.”

  We sip on our margaritas for a few minutes as my eyes scan the room for signs of Luke.

  “I heard you were the unfortunate victim who had to come with Harry.”

  I drop my gaze to the floor. “Yeah, that was a mistake. But he’s gone, right?”

  “Yeah, my brother hauled him out of here after he ran into the ice sculpture.”

  Ah, the crash we heard. “You’re Luke’s sister?”

  “Sure am.” Katy offers a big smile, making me wonder if the two of them had talked since I met Luke. There wasn’t much time, but I suppose there was enough. It feels too personal. Too intimate. After tonight, I don’t plan to see him ever again. That’s why I didn’t give him my last name. My eyes fly toward the door, wondering if I still have time to sneak out without him noticing. “He’s a good guy, you know.”

  Oh geez. Yes, they’d definitely talked. What exactly had Luke told her? “Seems nice.” I want to ask, but there’s already enough out in the open. Better to leave now before things can get anywhere near serious.

  About to excuse myself to the restroom—aka my escape attempt—Katy grabs my arm. “There he is now, by the coat check.” She waves at him, catching Luke’s attention before I can dodge it.

  Well, shit. “It was nice to meet you, Katy. I better be going.” I’ll let him walk me to the car. Maybe let him slide that strong hand up my dress for a minute if no one is looking. But our little fun fling has to end there.

  “I was worried I’d have to search the whole museum to find you,” Luke teases. He offers me my coat. I’m not used to any man bestowing such gestures on me. My immediate instinct is to yank the coat out of his hands and put it on myself. But I have to admit, I kind of like this feeling of someone taking care of me. I allow him to slip it on, and even lean into his hands so they brush my breasts. One last copped feel for the road.

  “Ready to walk me to my car?” My resolve to simply get in and drive away is already weakening. Maybe we can lay down in the backseat. I’ve been dying to know how his tongue would feel against my wet folds.

  At the door, Luke puts his arm around me. I stiffen. “Luke—”

  “We were only able to escort that asshole off the immediate grounds and hold his keys. He refused an Uber. He might still be lurking nearby. That’s why I’ve been gone so long. I’ve been watching for him to make another appearance.”

  So much for fooling around in the car. Oh well, it’s better this way. I can’t afford to want more of this. It was a fun little steamy foreplay session in the museum. If I’m lucky enough to land my dream job someday, I’ll always smile when I walk down that hallway.

  But that’s it. A wicked memory is all it can be.

  At my car, I turn to tell him goodbye. I have manners, after all.

  “I don’t like this,” he says.

  “What?”

  “You. Driving home alone. I don’t like it.” Luke paces a couple steps, ending up closer to me when he stops. His body plastered against mine. In any other circumstances, I’d probably be unbuckling that belt around his jeans. “He might follow you.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Luke. He doesn’t know where I live.” But the fear has already been planted. Harry seems harmless enough, but he also seems like the kind of guy who doesn’t like to be made a fool out of it in front of a crowd of people. What if he does follow me?

  “I need to know you’re safe.”

  My hand rests on the door handle, but I have a feeling what he really wants is for me to ride with him. “What about my car?”

  “I can bring you back tomorrow.”

  It’s crossing a line, to let this man know where I live. Even if the apartment is temporary until I secure a job. But he’s right about Harry. I was an idiot to answer a personal ad thinking it was my ticket into the museum crowd I needed.

  And let’s be honest. I’ve been fantasizing about having Luke in my bed all night. “Okay.”

  His arm still wrapped around me like a shield, I walk with him to his truck. He opens the door for me and waits for me to get situated. Desire lingers in those dark eyes, I’m sure of it. But the want to act on it is stomped out by the possible threat th
at lingers. Stupid Harry. I hope he’s passed out in a bush somewhere and wakes up with squirrels picking his pockets and bird shit on his head.

  “Where do you live?”

  I give him my address as I cross my legs. Even the sound of his voice, protective and serious, has my lady bits tingling. I’m nervous about inviting him in. It’s not like me. I’m the girl who fantasizes about one-night stands, but never actually entertains them. Until Luke. “Thank you, for watching out for me.”

  His hand slides across the center console and squeezes mine. “I’ll always look out for you.”

  There’s something far too serious in those words. Impossible that he would make such a promise. But I’m unable to call him on it because his hand wriggles free of mine and slides beneath my dress. I may have hiked it up a little when he was walking around the truck earlier.

  “I need to feel your wet pussy. Taste you again. Britt, you taste so sweet.”

  I don’t know how he can possibly drive right now. My eyes are rolling in the back of my head as his thumb works those magic circles around my swollen flesh.

  I feel the truck jerk to a gentle stop at a stop light. “Take them off,” he says.

  I don’t hesitate. With shaky hands, I slide my panties off and toss them onto his lap.

  LUKE

  My dick lunges in my jeans when she tosses those panties at me. I fist them in one hand and sniff them. Her scent is so sweet, it intoxicates me. She’s watching me, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing that’s transpired tonight. I’m harder than I’ve been in weeks. Tonight, I’m claiming that pussy as my own.

  Britt shimmies her short dress up above her hips, revealing her clean-shaven pussy. She maintains eye contact with me as she props her foot up on the dashboard, titling herself in my direction. I forget we’re in my truck until a car honks from behind me.

  I step on the gas pedal. But my eyes keep getting diverted to her wet folds on display for my viewing pleasure. She pleasures herself, all the while watching me. “Fuck, baby.” If we weren’t just minutes away from her place, I’d pull into a parking lot just to lick her cunt.

  “It’s better when you do it,” she says in between soft moans that make my cock fight against the zipper of my jeans. It wants out.

  I don’t even ask if we made it to the right place. If the GPS is wrong, I don’t want to know. I put the truck in park and race around to her side. Throwing her over my shoulder, I carry her to the door she points to.

  We’ve hardly made it inside before I shove her up against the wall with my body. I unzip her dress and push it down her curvy thighs. Her nipples are hard, and she’s so fucking wet. I plunge two fingers inside her, rubbing rough circles around that soaked, swollen nub. She cries out.

  Her hand scrambles for my belt, and the minx has it on the floor two seconds later.

  “I need you inside me.”

  My dick springs to attention at her panting demand. “Soon, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” I keep working my hand as her moans grow louder, more desperate. Her legs quiver, and I feel her pussy clench and convulse around my fingers.

  I catch her as her body slides to the floor and carry her to the bed. She’s completely naked, aside from her high heels. She’s every bit woman. Every bit mine. “Leave them on,” I insist as I tear off my clothes.

  The moment my cock springs free of my jeans, I hear her gasp. “I—I—”

  “It’ll fit, sweetheart.” I pump my dick a couple times as I move toward the bed because she’s watching me and it turns those beautiful eyes dark with desire. Precum coats the tip as I crawl on top of her sprawled, beautiful body.

  “I’m clean,” she says. “On the pill, too.”

  “Good.” So fucking good. Because my dick wants to feel her completely. Her hotness, wetness.

  Hovering over her, she wraps her legs around my lower back. The heels of her shoes press into my ass. “I want to play,” she says, mischievousness dancing in those eyes. Her hand wraps around my dick and pulls it to her wet folds. I’m not even inside her yet, but I nearly cum when she slides my length along her wetness, rocking her hips back and forth.

  “You feel so fucking good.” I could let her play all night like this, but my need to be buried balls deep in her cunt is overwhelming. Pinning her hands above her head, I plunge into her pussy in one sudden motion. She gasps, then that sexy, guttural moan escapes.

  “Fuck, Luke. Fuck you feel good.”

  Hot. Everything about her is so fucking hot. I pump into her, increasing my rhythm because there’s no way either of us are going to last much longer. “I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.”

  “Uh-huh.” Her response is weak, and I know she’s close.

  I slide my hand between us and rub that wet nub until she’s screaming my name. I pump faster, harder. When her pussy convulses around my dick, I blow my load inside her. Fuck, sex has never felt this explosive.

  This perfect.

  I want to tell her that I love her, while I’m still buried deep inside her. But I know it’ll scare her away. I just met her hours ago, and the idea that I could have fallen in love so fast is crazy. Yet, I know it as sure as I know my own name. I love this woman. I want her to have my children. She is my future.

  I pull my dick out and drop onto my back, gathering her into my arms. She nestles right in, like she’s home. “Was that good for you, sweetheart?”

  “Fuck, Luke.” She laughs. “That was great.”

  I place a kiss on her forehead, then dare to graze her lips. “Ready for round two?”

  4

  BRITT

  I’ve never slept so comfortably with another man, wrapped in his protective arms. Though it’s been a while since I’ve let anyone that close to me at all, I’ve never been comfortable entangling bodies. But this fine morning, I don’t even have a kink in my neck. I relish in the warmth of his muscular chest against me.

  We stayed up for hours. I’m sore, but dammit, I still want more.

  I’m tempted to wake him up for some morning fun. But when we leave here, I know that’s it. I can’t see him again. So I relish in the safety his embrace brings me while I still can. The odd comfort in his soft snores. I lay there, arms and legs tangled together, until the rays of the sun blind me.

  His eyes flutter open, and he lets out a yawn. He spots me almost instantly and lifts his head to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

  The pet name is growing on me. A little too much.

  To keep any traitorous thoughts about the long term from entering my mind and corrupting my plans, I slide my hand down his cut abs until it wraps around his dick. I shiver at the memory of it filling me over and over last night.

  He moans my name, and damn it sounds so sexy. I’ve never heard my name purred quite like that, and my cunt tingles with anticipation. If I’m never going to see him again, I want one last token to remember him by.

  Shimmying down his body, I disappear under the sheets until I’m positioned to take his rock-hard cock in my mouth. I circle my tongue around the tip, earning a grateful moan of pleasure. I roll his balls in my hand as my mouth descends on his dick.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  I can’t help but smile at the pleasure my mouth brings him. I relax my throat and take in his length until my lips touch his balls. I stroke him with my mouth, lips to the tip, lips to the balls.

  “Turn around,” he growls.

  Dick still in my mouth, I swing my legs around until my cunt is hovering over his face. At the first trace of his tongue, a deep moan escapes my throat. I feel the vibration of it on his length. Stars begin to form at the edges of my eyes.

  He pulls me down hard onto his mouth. It’s a wonder he can breathe. Hell, it’s a wonder I can breathe. His tongue works magic with his mouth fastened to my pussy. I can hardly concentrate on sucking his length. I’m going to cum. Again. I’ve lost count of the orgasms this man has given me.

  As his licking intensifies, I pump my head quick
ly to stroke him with my mouth. I want to taste him. “Cum in my mouth.”

  The single demand is all it takes. His load blows deep in the back of my throat as my own world explodes. I tremble on his face, my pussy so sensitive as I swallow his seed. My legs are weak and noodly as I try to lift them.

  LUKE

  Still on a high from that mind blowing orgasm she gave me this morning, I wait as patiently as I can for her fingers to curl around my own at my invitation. I want her in the shower, and I want her there now. But if I’m going to win her heart—and I will—I have to play this smart. “C’mon, sweetheart. I want to lather you up in bubbles.”

  “Shouldn’t we get me back to my car? I need to start job hunting.”

  She won’t meet my eyes, and I know there’s something more she doesn’t want to talk about. But now is not the time to push. “You need a shower if you’re going to do that, don’t you?” I give my best enticing smile, and I see the resolve falter in those beautiful crystal blue eyes.

  “Yes, I do.”

  I lead her to the shower, where I take my time lathering her soft, silky skin with body wash. I love the sound of those little moans that escape at the mere graze of my fingers. Last night, we definitely got down and dirty. Played things a little rough. But now I want to show her my softer side.

  We don’t get out until our skin starts to wrinkle, and I’ve given her three orgasms that I can count. That last one with her back pressed up against the glass, my hands lifting that curvy, wonderful ass as I pump into her is my favorite. Her wet hair dripping down her shoulders, the lustful haze in her eyes.

  Surely she’s figured out by now that I’m not simply going to disappear from her life.

  “Breakfast?” I ask once we’re dressed.

  She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  She’s fighting me on this. Fighting what my heart knows is true, and what deep down, her heart has to know is true, too. I’ve seen the flicker in her eyes. She’s in denial, and I’m going to get down to the bottom of it.