by Ava Meyers
She whimpered but, sure enough, her mouth on Noah’s cock slowed down. She took him in by far shallower degrees, then paused to suckle when he was all the way in. Then she pulled back just as slowly as she’d swallowed him. Matching her pace, Luke drilled her with his cock, occasionally tapping the spot on her ass that he’d swatted, relishing in her moans of pleasure. The three of them swayed, moving in concert, their rocking motions graceful and smooth, and accompanied by a sweet chorus of male groans and female exclamations.
“Oh man, this is amazing, Luke. She’s so good at giving head…incredible…”
Sarah let Noah’s dick slip out of her mouth and pumped him with her fist. “Oh Luke. Oh Luke! Oh Luke. Yes, fuck me. Yes. Yes!”
“That’s it, baby,” Luke encouraged. “Take it all. It’s all for you. All for you, Sarah.”
“Oh God,” Noah groaned. “I’m going to come.”
“I’m coming, Luke. I’m coming,” Sarah hitched out.
“Do it. Do it, now!” Luke urged as the pressure in his balls magnified to an excruciating degree. “Fuck yeah!” he roared when he felt the fluttering grip of Sarah’s pussy milk his cock.
She shrieked when she came, the sound slightly muffled by the jerks of Noah’s cock emptying into her mouth. Noah threw back his head and, unlike Luke, grew eerily quiet in his release. He finished before Luke did and slowly withdrew himself from Sarah’s mouth.
As he collapsed back to lie on the floor, Luke kept on coming, imprisoned in the longest orgasm of his life. He gripped Sarah’s hips, hanging on to the woman who’d become his anchor, fully aware that as long as his orgasm was lasting, hers was matching his shudder for shudder.
When they were finally done, they were covered in sweat, and she was crying. Weakly, he gathered her into his arms and curled his body into hers. Smoothing her hair back from her face, he kissed her. “So good, baby. That was so good. I love you.”
***
Over her sobs, Sarah heard Luke’s declaration of love and wondered if she was hallucinating. Or was it called something different when you were hearing things?
She’d just had mind-blowing sex with two skilled men, and even now the first was getting dressed while the second man—the man she loved and apparently loved her back—held her in his arms and offered her paradise. She was so afraid it was all going to be snatched away from her and for one panic-filled moment, she started crying harder.
“Shh,” Luke breathed. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll keep you safe. Just let me love you.”
“I—I love you, too, Luke. I’ve always loved you.” It felt so good to say it. To admit her feelings for him after all these years. “You were right. I was just too scared. Too scared to risk myself. But I want to now. God I want to.”
“I want that, too, darling. We have our whole lives ahead of us. Together.”
“But Richard…”
He pulled away slightly and shook his head. “Richard’s not going to come anywhere near you. Noah and I will make sure of that.”
At his mention of Noah, her gaze found the other man. He was once more dressed, and he winked down at her. “That’s right, Sarah. You’re safe. I promise.”
Gently, Luke helped her to her feet and, as Luke pulled up his pants, Noah enfolded her in a hug. “That was incredible, sweetheart. You’re a goddess.”
Luke growled and pulled her away from the other man. “Easy there, Romeo. What happened here isn’t going to become a habit, you know.”
Because she could tell he wasn’t really angry, Sarah glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes and pouted. “But what if I want it to be?”
“Then I’ll just have to work harder to make sure one dick—my dick—leaves you too exhausted to want more.”
She laughed and next thing she knew, Noah was gone with a saucy salute and a promise to check in later. Knowing he’d immediately contact his man to get an update on Richard, she grew serious. “I was just kidding. That was nice, but I’m not sure I’ll want to do it again. I mean, I’m not saying never,” she said quickly. “But… That is, I mean—”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, babe. I know exactly what you mean. And I meant exactly what I said. I’ll be doing my best to tire you out all on my own. I’m always open to granting a fantasy or two, though…”
She pinched him in the ribs, making him yelp. “That’s for springing Noah on me with no warning.” She pulled his head down and soul kissed him. “And that’s for springing Noah on me with no warning.” She kissed him again, and this time they didn’t come up for air for quite a long time.
“And what was that for?” he rasped out.
“That…” she said teasingly as her fingers found him through his jeans. He was already hard again. “That was for inspiration,” she said. “Because I’m really, really looking forward to you trying to exhaust me.”
CHAPTER SIX
They talked about Richard after that. About how the gentle, supportive man she’d married had morphed into someone scary soon after their honeymoon. About how his possessiveness and jealousy of Luke had manifested itself in so many different ways, over and over again. First, he’d called her repeatedly whenever she was out. Then he’d tried to control when she went out and who she saw. He’d started hurling accusations, calling her filthy names, and throwing things when he got mad. One time, he’d punched a hole in a wall. She’d finally left him six months after the wedding.
“You were separated that long? But why—” He forced himself to stop speaking, even though it pained him that she hadn’t let him know. He knew why she hadn’t contacted him. She hadn’t trusted her feelings for him. But she did now, or at least she would; he’d make sure of it. That was all that mattered.
“At first, he let me have my space. When I mentioned divorce, he began courting me like crazy, but in very disturbing ways. Ridiculously expensive gifts. And love letters that failed to recognize the troubles we’d had or even that we were separated. When I persisted about wanting the divorce, he got ugly again. So I just let it go for a while. For years,” she admitted. “Eventually, though, I needed to know I was severed from him, legally, so I could move on with my life. It was…it was after the divorce was final that he really started to scare me, but he didn’t truly get violent until—”
“Violent how?” Luke interrupted in a quiet but deadly voice. Noah had refused to give him the particulars, although he had told Luke the physical abuse was limited. Limited was still far too much, and he needed to hear what Sarah had suffered in her own words.
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this.”
They were lying propped up in bed, her back resting against his chest. He tipped her chin around so she was forced to look at him. “I want to know everything about you. No secrets. Tell me what happened.”
She swallowed, and he sensed her grow cold until she shuddered. He gathered her deeper into his arms, and she smiled up at him before she turned away. Glancing down, he saw that she was twisting her hands together so tightly that her knuckles were white. “It was late. I ran to the supermarket to buy more cereal.” She sucked in a breath. “He was waiting for me in the parking lot. He started talking about you. About how I’d never gotten over you. How I probably imagined it was you making love to me whenever he’d touched me. He acted…crazy.”
“And…” he prompted when she stopped speaking.
“And I was so tired of his bullshit. Of the years I’d wasted, that I’d thrown away, by marrying him, when I could have been with you…” Her voice cracked.
He rubbed her arms and kissed the top of her head. He had plenty of his own regrets, but nothing would be gained by dwelling on them. “Keep going.”
“I’d always denied my feelings for you in the past, but that night I no longer wanted to. I told him that he was right. I told him the truth.” She scooted around so she kneeled in front of him and braced her hands on his shoulder. His hands encircled her waist. “I told him I thought of you every h
our of the day, but that I thought of you most when any other man, including him, especially him, touched me. I told him it was the only way I was able to bear his touch. By imaging it was you I was kissing. You I was loving.”
His fingers on her waist tightened convulsively, and his heart almost stopped at how angry her response would’ve made Richard. “Jesus, Sarah, you had to know he’d lose it. Any man would.”
“I was done living a lie and I wanted him to know it. He slapped me. Hard.” She paused and touched her cheek as if remembering how it felt. “He’d yelled, threatened and threw things, but he’d never hit me before. I didn’t feel pain, all I felt was anger. I fought him. Scratched his face. He pushed me down and he… the look in his eyes, Luke. He was going to kill me.”
He closed his eyes. It was all he could do not to grab his car keys and search for the fucker. But he knew Sarah needed him. Needed to get this out.
“So I screamed. I yelled out his name and badge number, over and over again. When he covered my mouth, I bit him. There was no one in the parking lot up to then, but I saw headlights appear. He ran away. Then the phone calls started, followed by notes. Sick declarations of his love. Claims that my life belonged to him and that if he couldn’t have me, he’d make damn sure no one else ever could.” The fear came back with full vengeance, and a tear slipped down her cheek. “He started threatening my friends. Even you. He said he’d hurt anyone I cared about if I breathed a word of what he’d done. I believed him, for awhile.”
He pulled her into his arms, practically crushing her with his hug.
“I was so scared that I even left town.” She shook her head. “I thought if I got some distance I’d feel safe, but it didn’t help. He’s insane, Luke. I think he’d find me anywhere I went. Then, I heard you were back in town…”
Thank God she’d had the good sense to finally go to the police and confess everything to Noah. Thank God she was safe. “When did he assault you in the parking lot?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Right around the time my mother called me and started hounding me to come back into town.”
“She did?” She tensed against him. “Do you think your mother knew?”
The timing seemed strange, but he doubted it.
“I’ve run into her a couple of times…” she said. “She was always pleasant.”
“She knows how crazy I was about you.” And his parents had been pretty crazy about her. Granted, they’d only met her once before Sarah had broken up with him, but they hadn’t cared about her past or believed what people said about her. They’d seen how happy she made him. It was too bad Sarah hadn’t.
A tense silence followed his statement until she sniffed. Panic surged through him. Had he said the wrong thing? Driven her away again with careless words? “Hey, that wasn’t meant to make you sad.”
“I know. It’s just, I’ve been such a fool. Four years we could have been together, all wasted. How can you ever forgive me?”
“Easy,” he said. “Just spend the rest of your life making it up to me. You can start in bed, of course, but we can work our way around the house—”
His breath whooshed out of him when she elbowed him in the gut. He laughed and rubbed his side. “Man, you can be mean.”
“If you’d rather, when you piss me off, I can try withholding my, er, sexual favors instead—”
He pulled her in for a swift kiss. “The elbow’s good. I love the elbow. Come on, do it again…”
She shrieked with laughter and pounced on him, smothering him with kisses. When she was done, she trailed her fingers over his body, once again paying particular attention to his tattoo. It obviously fascinated her. “Tell me about your job. I bet you’re a wonderful cop. Have you been careful?”
His hesitation wasn’t lost on her.
“Oh, Luke…” she cried.
He pulled her into his arms again. “Shh. I’m fine. I’ve been doing undercover work. Often dangerous undercover work. But I’m not foolhardy.”
“Just not careful,” she concluded. “No wonder you got that tattoo. When you play with bad boys, you have to mark yourself as the biggest, baddest one in the bunch.”
Damn she was smart. And beautiful. And sexy. “I didn’t have much reason to be careful before. That’s different now.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” And he meant it. Of course, being a cop would always be dangerous, but he didn’t have to volunteer for the riskiest ops every single time. Not even his partner, Ty, did that anymore since he’d finally won over the love of his life, Claire Fullerton. Hell, he was getting old anyway. Maybe it was wiser to leave those kinds of heroics to the younger guys. Most of the time, anyway…
“Because if you give me all this pleasure again and tell me you love me only to abandon me by getting yourself hurt, Luke, I swear it’d kill me…”
“Shh.” He smoothed his hands over her hair, hating the panic and desperation he could hear in her voice. At the same time, she obviously felt she had a stake in what he did or didn’t do, which was incredibly arousing. “How about just trying to kill me yourself—with pleasure,” he suggested.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Challenge accepted.”
“Oh really?”
He hadn’t meant to challenge her. At least, he didn’t think so. But with her snarling at him about being careful and looking like she meant business, his cock had gotten mighty hard mighty fast.
He knew it was ridiculous. As many times as they’d had sex in the past few hours, his dick should have been a wrinkled, cowering piece of flesh, ready for a year-long sleep. Instead, it was pounding its chest and giving a Tarzan yell, raring to go another round.
And Sarah appeared more than ready to do the same.
She was his perfect match. Strong of heart, pure in integrity, and kinkier than a box of springs.
Only she hadn’t returned his declarations of love.
He knew she loved him. But he still wanted to hear her say it. Mostly because that would mean she’d finally accepted that he wanted her. All of her—her past, her present, and her future, forever and always.
He didn’t want to coax it out of her, however. Not something that important.
He wanted her to give it to him all on her own.
Freely. Openly.
Lovingly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few hours later, Luke’s cell phone rang. When he looked at the screen, he cursed.
Sarah’s stomach churned. “What is it?” she called over her shoulder from the kitchen counter, where she’d been preparing to make them pancakes and hot chocolate.
“It’s Noah.”
“Oh. Well, maybe he just misses me,” she joked, trying to hide her anxiety. “I am pretty intoxicating, you know. You only have yourself to blame if—”
But for once, Luke ignored her. His expression was grim as he spoke to Noah. “Okay. Good. You know what to do. Yeah, we’re going to nail the bastard to the wall.”
The spoon she was holding slipped from her grasp and clattered onto her kitchen counter. Fear slithered through her, as slick and insidious as a serpent. “Luke…” she whispered.
He ended the call. “Richard’s here, outside. He just parked his car down the street.”
Confusion mixed with fear. “But how—”
“Noah’s been posted outside with a couple of his men. He never left. We knew chances were good Richard would make his move today.”
She watched him as he moved toward the bedroom, the came out and tossed her some clothes. “You were expecting Richard to show up? Why didn’t you tell me?”
He frowned at the way she fumbled with her button-down shirt. Brushing her hands away, he did the buttons up himself, then helped her get into her jeans. He gave her a swift kiss. “It was just a hunch, not like I extended an invitation. I figured with us getting out of the house yesterday, he might hear about it. Besides, I wasn’t taking any chances. I knew we were going to be…distracted…and I wanted
to make sure you were protected.”
“And Noah didn’t mind sitting out in the cold while we screwed inside?”
The edge to her voice was nasty, but she couldn’t help it. Just how many cops knew that Sure-Thing-Sarah had been blowing Luke when her ex had come over to take what he thought was his?
“Stop it,” he snapped. “I swear if you refer to yourself like that one more time, you won’t like what I do. I mean it, Sarah. You will not talk about the woman I love that way.”
Her eyes rounded in shock. She hadn’t realized she’d been speaking her thoughts out loud. Her face flushed at the careless way she kept revealing her insecurities to him. She turned away. He gripped her arms firmly but gently, making her face him. “All they were told was to keep an eye out for that scum bag. That’s all, Sarah. I swear.”
Of course she believed him. Luke had never lied to her. She sighed and nodded. “I’m sorry. Old habits, I guess. What now?”
“Now I want you to lock yourself in the bathroom and stay there.”
“No! I’m not hiding from him anymore. I’m not hiding from anything anymore, certainly not while you place yourself in danger for me.”
“I’m good at my job—”
“I don’t care!”
“Sarah—”
“No. I…I love you, Luke. I love you! I can’t lose you now.”
Obviously stunned, he stared at her, then pulled her into his arms. He hugged her tight and released a shaky laugh. “Good. I’m glad to hear that. So damn glad. But right now, I want you safe. I’m a cop, honey, plus I’ve got a vested interest in this. I’ll be fine. I’ve got major back up that Richard doesn’t know about. I need to know you’re safe so I can take down this bastard once and for all. Let me take care of this, Sarah. Listen to me. Please.”
“But—”
He shook her, his expression hardening. “Now, Sarah. Get in the bathroom.”
She glared at him, but she couldn’t keep arguing when Richard was outside. Noah and his men were expecting Luke’s help. She had to let him do his job, but she couldn’t stand the possibility of losing him. “Fine, I’ll go. But you’d better not get hurt. I mean it. And don’t think this means you can order me around all the time now. This is an exception.”
