Skid Row Kings Complete Series

by Winter Travers

  “Feisty,” he mumbled. We had made it to the door, but he didn’t put me down. I heard him digging through my purse and then the jingle of my keys when he found them.

  We breezed through the door after he unlocked it and then he bounded up the stairs. He did this all the while I was laying on his shoulder. I was beginning to think Luke was Superman. “How are you not winded from carrying my ass across the parking lot and up the stairs? I need to take a break halfway up the stairs when I bring my groceries up.”

  Luke managed to open the door to my apartment and walked through, tossing my purse on the floor. He stalked through my apartment, past the living room and kitchen and straight into my bedroom.

  He tossed me down on the bed, and I bounced up and down as he pulled his shirt over his head. Holy hell, Luke was more than ready to go. He crawled onto the bed, covering my body with his. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head, and his lips covered mine as we picked up right where we had left off in the truck. “I can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my lips.

  His hands traveled down my body, snagging the hem of my shirt and worked it over my head. I leaned forward, and he tossed it over his head as his eyes devoured my body. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Princess, but I plan on touching and tasting every inch of you tonight.” His lips brushed against my collarbone, his hand pushing the strap of my bra off my shoulder.

  “Luke,” I moaned at his touch. He sat back on his heels, grabbed my hands and pulled me up with him. He reached around, unhooking my bra and slid it down my arms. “Fucking perfect,” he mumbled. I raised my arms to cover myself, suddenly self-conscious. Luke shook his head and pulled my arms down. “Don’t hide from me, Violet.” He leaned forward, pushing me back down on the bed. He grabbed my wrists with one hand, holding them over my head again.

  His mouth assaulted my breasts, his tongue swirling and licking while his hand pulled and teased my other breast. I tugged on the hold he had on my wrists, but his grip only tightened, not letting me go. “I want to touch you,” I pleaded, bucking my hips underneath him.

  “Easy, Princess. I told you I was going to taste every inch of you.”

  “I know, but can’t I touch you while you do that? You’re not playing fair.” He rained kisses all over my chest and neck, driving me insane with need. He let go of my hands, and my hands instantly dropped to his shoulders, my nails digging in. “Luke,” I gasped as he nipped at my neck.

  “We both have too many clothes on.” He rolled off of the bed, his hands going to the button of his jeans, and all I could do was watch the show he was putting on.

  Luke Jensen was a work of art, and I had front row seats to watch, touch and taste. I leaned back, resting on my elbows and watched. He worked his pants down his legs, leaning forward to take them off and I was mesmerized by the muscles in his shoulders as they pulled and strained with every move. His arms, shoulders and back were covered in tattoos, mostly tribal designs that swirled and flowed over his skin. He stood up, only in his boxers that were impressively tented in the front. “You going to take your skirt off, Princess, or am I going to have to do it?”

  I looked down my body, realizing I still had my heels and skirt on. “I was just enjoying the show.”

  Luke walked to the end of the bed and grabbed my foot, slipping my shoe off of my foot then did the same with the other foot. “I have to admit, I like that you wear skirts all of the time. I have access anytime I want it.”

  “I’ll have to remember that,” I gasped as he grabbed both of my ankles and pulled me to the bottom of the bed. My butt was resting on the edge, and my feet were up in the air. “Luke, what the heck,” I laughed, struggling against the hold he had on my feet. He kneeled on the floor and put my feet over his shoulders.

  “Quiet, Princess, I’ve got you.” His hands traveled up my legs, caressing, and teasing. He tugged on my panties, pulling them down my legs, maneuvering them off one leg at a time. He flipped my skirt up, exposing my bare pussy. “Jesus Christ,” he cussed under his breath. “You’re just one surprise after another, Princess. A tattoo?”

  Oh shit. I had forgotten about that. “Um, yeah. Drunken college night. Not exactly my greatest moment.”

  “Well, I’m not sure most would call getting a pussy tattoo by their pussy their greatest moment, but it sure is a conversation piece.” His finger brushed over the Hello Kitty tattoo, and I blushed fifty shades of red. “There has to be a story behind this, but you’ll have to tell me later,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Right now I’m worried about your other pussy.” His hand traveled down, his finger tracing my pussy lips.

  “Luke,” I gasped as he parted my lips and his finger went straight for my clit. My hips bucked, rocking into his hand, wanting more.

  “Scoot back a bit, Princess. Keep your legs spread and put your feet on the edge of the bed.” I did as he said, spreading my legs even further and digging my heels into the bed. “Good girl,” he growled. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, his fingers spreading my pussy open and he licked my clit, a tremor rocking through my body. He moaned as I grabbed his head, holding on as he assaulted my clit, bringing me closer to the edge. “I want you to cum all over my tongue.” He looked up, his finger taking over for his tongue and his eyes were dark gray, almost black, with desire. I tossed my head back as his finger sped up, my heels digging into the bed. “You like that, Princess?”

  Like? I fucking loved it. “Yes,” I gasped. He added a finger, slowly pumping in and out of me, driving me more insane with need.

  His tongue dove back in, licking and sucking. I grasped the blanket, balling it in my fists, trying to control the desire that was taking me over. He sucked on my clit, flicking it with his tongue. I moaned loud as two fingers started pumping into me, my back arching to meet his tongue. “More,” I pleaded. I lost all control of my body, the only thought I had was Luke and what his tongue was doing. “Faster,” I begged. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, tipping my ass forward and devoured me like I was his last meal.

  He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking my clit even faster and my body exploded, my orgasm rocking into me, my whole body trembling. Luke’s mouth continued to devour me, my body writhing with desire. “Luke,” I panted, my breathing heavy and labored.

  He flicked my clit one last time, wringing every last bit from me. He pressed kisses on my thighs slowly bringing me down. “Fucking beautiful,” he mumbled. He sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I sat up, my feet dropping to the floor and I pushed my skirt down. “I’m one hundred percent sure I’ve never felt anything like that before.” I had some experience but nothing like that. I wasn’t a twenty-seven-year-old virgin, but it sure felt like I was. Luke had done things to me and made me feel things I had only read about in books.

  I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. He delved his fingers into my hair, slowly standing up, our kiss never breaking. My hands went to his waist, and I tugged on his boxers, slowly dragging them down. “Now it’s your turn,” I mumbled against his lips.

  “Naw, Princess. This time, we go together.” He pulled his boxers down the rest of the way and stepped out of them. He stroked his dick with one hand while the other grabbed my hand and pulled me up to him. “Take your skirt off, Princess. I plan on fucking you one day while you wear it, but not tonight. Tonight I don’t want anything between us.”

  I reached behind me, tugging the zipper down and let gravity do all the work. It pooled around my feet, and I stepped out of it straight into Luke’s arms. “Is that better?” I asked, tilting my head back to look him in the eye.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck.” I did exactly what he asked without even thinking. His hands traveled down my body, caressing my back. “Now wrap your legs around my waist.”

  “But, how-” I protested, only to be cut off when he grabbed my ass and lifted me up. My legs automatically
wrapped around him, holding on. He kissed me hard and fast, his tongue sweeping and demanding. I held on as tight as I could, our bodies completely touching, almost becoming one.

  He walked forward, his legs hitting the bed and he laid us down, my back on the bed, his body covering me. “I can’t get enough of you, Violet. You’re like a drug I crave, and when I have you, I can’t get enough.”

  My heart soared at his words, knowing that I felt the same way. I had gone from hating this man to now hating being apart from him. “I need you, Luke.” He growled low at my words, his hands somehow touching my whole body at once. He was everywhere I needed to feel his touch.

  “Tell me again.” One hand grasped my hair while the other grabbed my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple. He leaned down, his mouth devouring my other breast. I arched my back, tossing my head back and moaned loud as my need began to build again.

  “I need you.”

  He buried his head in my neck, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. “I need you more than the air I breathe,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Luke,” I whispered. I didn’t know what to say. I was feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling yet, and I didn’t want to say them out loud. This man was inching his way into my heart, making me fall in love with him with each word he said.

  He sat back on his heels and grabbed something from the edge of the bed. He ripped it open with his teeth, and I noticed it was a condom. I hadn’t even realized he had grabbed one. He rolled it down the long length of his cock. I licked my lips as I watched him stroke his cock, his eyes steady on mine. “Spread your legs, Princess.” I cocked my legs open, my heels to the bed and spread my legs wide. “Hmm, spread those pussy lips open for me.” I reached down, my hands trailing over my stomach to my pussy. “So fucking pretty.”

  He stroked his cock one last time. He slowly thrust into me, his dick stretching me open as I felt every inch sink deeper into me. I gasped when he was fully in, and he slowly pulled out then slammed back in. “Tell me,” he demanded, his arms caging me in as his body came down on mine.

  “I need you.” He fisted his hands in my hair, gently tugging my head back, his mouth going to my neck, nibbling and biting as he slowly thrust in and out.

  “Air,” he muttered over and over, his lips brushing against my neck. “My air.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on, wishing this would never end. He bit down on my neck, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure he was bringing me with each thrust.

  “Luke,” I gasped as my orgasm slowly crept up on me. I was tittering on the edge again, his mouth and hands exploring my body as his rock hard cock thrust in and out. “I’m so close.”

  “Give it to me, Princess. Take it,” he growled, thrusting faster and harder.

  My fingernails bit into his back as he continued to thrust, each time a low moan from Luke’s lips. I was doing this to him. I was the one he chose to be with, and I was giving him as much pleasure as he was me.

  His hand snaked down between our bodies, finding my clit. “I need you,” I gasped one last time as he flicked my clit, and I clamped my eyes shut, my orgasm crashing into me as he continued to thrust, finding his own release.

  “Violet,” he groaned low, his body going rigid as his orgasm took him over. He collapsed on top of me, both of our breathing labored and shallow. “Holy fuck,” he mumbled.

  I had to agree that holy fuck was a good assessment of what just happened. “Agreed.” Luke’s body shook, and I opened my eyes to see him laughing.

  “I just had the best sex of my life and all you could say was agreed?”

  “Your holy fuck pretty much summed it up,” I giggled.

  He rolled off of me, his hand quickly taking off the condom and tossing it in the trashcan next to the bed. He laid down next to me, rolling me into his side and managed to halfway pull the blanket over us. “I could fall asleep right now, but I’m pretty sure my stomach is ten minutes away from eating itself.”

  I glanced at the clock that was on the bedside table. “We could order pizza. It’s only ten o’clock.”

  “Hell yes to pizza.”

  I rolled over, looking at the floor hoping I would see my purse. “Crap, my purse is in the living room.”

  “Just use my card to order. It should be in my jeans.” I spotted his jeans at the foot of the bed and crawled over, grabbing them and tossed them at Luke.

  “Hey,” he protested, “I was watching the show you were putting on.” I glanced down, completely forgetting that I was naked.

  “Order pizza and then maybe I’ll give you a show while we wait for the delivery guy.”

  “Hmm, I like the way you think, Princess.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and tossed it to me.

  “I need your phone, too.”

  He reached into the other pocket and held it up over his head. “Come and get it,” he taunted.

  “Just throw it to me,” I insisted, holding my hand out.

  He shook his head no, waving the phone over his head. “Come here.”

  I growled low, a little annoyed but not really. I got on my hands and knees and crawled up his body, pulling the blanket off him as I moved up. I pressed kisses to his thighs and worked my way up his stomach till I was straddling his lap. I reached up, grabbing the phone from his hand and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You don’t play fair.”

  “I just wanted you back next to me. That seemed to be the fastest way to get you there.” He rested one hand on my hip, the other making its way up my side, cupping my breast. “Order pizza, Princess.”

  “That’s kind of hard to do when you’re groping me,” I laughed.

  He raised his arms over his head. “No touching for two minutes. After that, I cannot be held responsible for what my hands do.”

  I swiped left on his phone, dialing the number to the pizza place from memory, all the while Luke watched me, his steel gray eyes making me wish his hands were on me and not above his head.

  I ordered pizza in record time and while we waited for the pizza guy Luke’s hands did a little exploring and so did mine.

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  Chapter 21

  Luke

  “Well, look what the cat dragged in. I didn’t think we’d see you until afternoon.”

  I wasn’t here by choice. Violet had to go to work, and I didn’t feel like laying around her tiny apartment if she wasn’t there. “Shouldn’t you be changing the oil in the Caddy sitting out in the parking lot?” I wasn’t in the mood for putting up with Kurt today. I had fallen asleep last night with Violet in my arms, thinking I had all weekend with her. That all changed when the alarm on her phone started going off at seven, and I couldn’t convince her to play hooky from work.

  Mitch came walking down the stairs, surprised to see me. “Whoa, you’re here. What the hell happened?”

  “Violet had to work, that’s what happened. I figured I could come help out in the shop instead of waiting at her apartment for her to come home.” I walked behind the counter and opened up the appointment book for today. “Get the Caddy going and then the next three cars should be here in an hour.”

  “Yeah, we got it. We didn’t plan on seeing you until later, so we already got it all figured out.”

  “I’m going to grab a shower and then I’ll be down to help out.” I jogged up the stairs, Mitch and Kurt mumbling under their breath.

  As I got to the top of the stairs, I could hear Frankie had the stereo cranked, listening to her indie shit she always played.

  “Oh, you’re here,” she shouted over the music. Was anyone not surprised to see me? Last I checked I lived here, too. “Is Violet with you?”

  “No, she has to work until noon.” I dropped my keys on the kitchen island and walked to the fridge. Frankie turned down the music, and I was thankful I could hear myself think now.

  “So,” she said sliding up next to me. “How did last night go?”

  “I won.” I grabbed the orange juice out of the f
ridge and twisted the top off.

  “Stop,” Frankie grabbed the juice out of my hand and handed me a glass. “Other people drink out of that, Luke. Use a glass.”

  I grabbed the glass from her, set it on the counter and took the juice from her. “Last I checked I was the one who bought the juice.” I pour half a glass full and put it back in the fridge. She stood there staring at me while I took a sip. “What?”

  “I know you won the race, I meant how did things go with Violet? I’ll make you breakfast if you tell me.”

  Breakfast was definitely tempting. Even though Violet had gone grocery shopping, it still seemed like she didn’t have enough food in her house. She had offered me a pop tart, but I had turned it down, not wanting to eat all of her food.

  “Start cooking.” I walked around to the other side of the counter, setting my glass down and pulled one of the stools out.

  “Then start talking,” she said as she opened the fridge, grabbing the eggs and bacon. “So are you two officially official?”

  “I don’t even know what the hell that means, Frankie.”

  She grabbed a frying pan and set it on the stove and started laying the bacon on it. “It means, are you done with all the race bunnies?”

  “Yeah.” She turned around, her hands on her hips and stared me down. “What?”

  “That’s all you have to say?”

  “You asked if I was done with the race bunnies, I said yes. What else am I supposed to say?” I had to say that me saying I was done with the race bunnies was a big deal.

  “So what does that make Violet to you?”

  “You know you sound just like mom right now? This would be exactly what she would be asking me.”

  She turned back around to the stove, grabbing a fork and started turning the bacon. Every time I tried to talk about Mom and Dad Frankie didn’t say anything. I knew she was still struggling with them being gone, but I didn’t know how to help her. “Is she coming over after work?”

  “Yeah. I think we were going to rent some movies and make dinner. You want to hang out with us?” I needed to spend more time with Frankie, and this would also be a way for her to hang out with Violet.