A dark laugh rumbles through him as he pulls me close. God he feels so good, I’m melting into his hardness, the bulge in his jeans hot against my hip. “Bullshit, Soph. This can’t be a fling.”
I moan as his warm tongue runs across my lips, then slides in to meet mine with slow sensuality. The kiss deepens and we tug each other’s shirts off, separating and leaning back to drink in the view. I’ve seen him shirtless so many times, but now I finally get to touch the cords of muscles that define his torso, the V leading down. My eager fingernails scrape up his abs and over his ribcage as it shudders. I bend and kiss his nipples, licking them, making him moan with pleasure. I press a gentle kiss onto his Adam’s apple as he stretches his neck, and it jogs on a long swallow.
“Soph,” he groans, “This is you and me doing this.”
My first memory is when they put him as a baby in my toddler arms and I pretended I was going to drop him, but my grip was tight. We tried our first cigarettes together and Atlas told us we were stupid for smoking. Luke and I told him to fuck off, then coughed and laughed our brains out and never smoked again. I forced him to tell me who had taken Sage’s virginity and never called again, so I could kick that guy’s ass since she made her brothers promise not to touch the jerk. I made that fucker pay. And I’ll never forget the time Luke carried me to safety when I wrecked my bike. He sung Foxy by Jimi Hendrix, badly, to keep me laughing, leg broken and mascara streaked down my face from the pain. And when Grandpa Michael had a heart attack, I went to him to cry. I knew he wouldn’t think me weak. And I wanted Celia to still put me on the pedestal.
I thickly whisper against his jaw as I rain kisses across it, “I can’t believe I’m kissing you, Luke. It almost hurts because it feels so good.”
“You think so, too?”
“Yes!”
“Because I can barely think I want you so badly.” Luke presses his erection into me, the stiffness sharp. I moan, leaning against the wall as I hook a leg around his hip, dragging my hand down his naked chest until my fingers dive under his belt-line.
He stops me, grunting and pulling my arms over my head. “I’m going to make us suffer.”
He smirks with satisfaction as a wake of goosebumps springs up on my chest, reaching for more. Slipping his arm around me, he hovers a moment, eyes locked with mine, and unsnaps my bra with one flick of his fingers. His gaze drops to see my breasts naked for the first time.
“Holy fuck, they’re beautiful.”
From out of nowhere his features twist with fury, and he careens away from me, pacing. He punches the wall as I keep my cool, searching for how I can remove the horrible image of me and his brother from his mind.
“Luke?” But he doesn’t react. He’s in a place where he can’t hear me anymore. “Look at me, Luke! LOOK AT ME!”
He stops pacing, head swiveling to snarl.
I hold my naked breasts up for him. “We were in the dark. He didn’t really see me. It was just sex.” Approaching him I continue, “And I won’t lie and tell you it wasn’t hot, because you’re smart enough to know that the forbidden always is.” I drop my hands and motion between us, walking close to take his chin in hand as roughly as I’m able. “I never wanted to do it again, it was stupid. An impulse, a rebellion against the older crew, my parents, I don’t know, but it wasn’t what you and I are feeling, I promise! And I wish I could take it back. Look into my eyes and see how vulnerable and honest I’m being with you right now. Have you ever seen me like this before? I wish I could take it back! But I can’t. Please let it go. It was dark out, there was no romance to it or sentimentality. Your brother didn’t see me, didn’t take his time, didn’t care enough to.” My voice cracks, which shocks me into falling quiet.
I blink toward Luke’s mouth just before it crashes into mine. He lifts me up and props me on the media stand, kissing me hard, clawing his way out of rage to get back to me.
“I hate it that it was him first!”
“I do too!” Fisting Luke’s hair I hold his eyes. “I wish it had been you. I didn’t know these feelings were hiding in me.”
He sucks on my bottom lip. “We couldn’t act on it, so you hid it from yourself.”
I nod and he kisses me with years of pent up desire released. We moan and pull at each other. I’m in the air suddenly, falling onto the bed as he unzips his pants and starts for me. Palming my breasts I hold them up for only him. I start to go for my zipper now that his is about to come down.
“Did I say you could take your pants off? You’ve gotten to do it every damn day of your life. It’s my turn now.” He crawls over me, shirtless, jeans unzipped, stick his finger in my mouth and I suck on it before he runs it down my chest, then leans down to lick my nipples. Groaning as he inhales them, one after the other, he unzips me. “Your panties don’t match your bra, so fuckin’ hot.”
“Who has the time?” I moan as rough fingers dip underneath my red g-string and massage my pubic bone, circling sensitive skin against my hidden clit and teasing me mercilessly. His teeth travel, gnawing and sharpening my nipples to painfully hard points as his hand circles lower between my legs.
“Want to play rough?”
“Have you met me?” I smirk.
The boy I grew up with reappears in a grin, then vanishes altogether, replaced by the man I’m creaming for. My hips involuntarily rise off the bed, I’m so hungry for Luke, but he pushes them back down, yanking off my jeans and flipping me over fast and rough.
He snags my g-strip under his finger and snaps it into my crack, pulling his switchblade from his pocket, flipping it open.
Over my shoulder on all fours I watch, pulsing with a sharp ache. Reaching, his fingers dip under the string again, pulling the panties tighter, sliding in between my folds and rubbing it against my clit. He gives it a few tugs, and I can’t stop moaning. The fabric snaps, loosens and he slides it up my slit with agonizing slowness, one more time, drenching me. He circles the bed, knife held up as he inspects me at every angle. “This is even better than over the stool in the garage, when you were trying to get a rise out of me.”
“I did get a rise out of you,” I remind him, and lick my lips.
He grabs his bulged crotch and massages it, eyes locked on my ass. “Not even fuckin’ close to how bad I’m throbbing to dive in you now.” Like a beast he crawls on the bed, licking my side, scratching fingernails down my back as he gets behind me. The dull side of the blade slides against my skin, and he pinches the string over the sharp side, cuts it off, tossing the wet panties and the knife on the floor.
“Look at this ass,” he groans, separating my cheeks to boldly take a nice long look. “Wow.” Diving in he reaches my pussy with his tongue, flicks it around like a damn snake. It reminds me of his helmet, the diamondback rattlesnake he chose for it. His fingers have dug into my ass cheeks, keeping them parted so he can go to work. I moan, clutching the comforter, arching into his wild, tongue technique.
“So good,” I rasp, looking back to watch as his gorgeous head bobs, long hair swaying.
I’ve got no shame.
This is what life is about.
Enjoying each other.
Getting each other off.
I love sex.
But this time I’m freaking out a little.
My emotions are tied into it.
The pleasure is magnified.
My throat hurts as I struggle to maintain the wall of strength and courage I’m known for. But my orgasm is close and the release threatens to be so much more than sexual.
Luke presses my clit with two fingers and starts stroking it in sync with his licks. I catch my breath as he pushes his tongue into my hole as deep as he can get it. Gasping I feel the burn increase, throbbing, walls vibrating.
I cry out as heat crashes through me.
Luke groans his own need into my pulsing flesh. I completely lose myself in the orgasm, bucking a couple times, begging, whimpering, “What are you doing to me, Luke, what have you done?” He flips me over and smas
hes a kiss into me, tears burning my eyes but I won’t let them form, dammit! Breath hitching, I moan into his growls as my pussy clenches again and again. “I need you!”
“Did you say that to Atlas?”
“No, I didn’t. You know what else I didn’t say to him?” I touch his cheek, kissing him. “I love you. I need you inside me because I love you, Luke.”
“Soph,” he rasps, searching my eyes. He can’t believe I just said it.
“I do. I love you. You tore my soul wide open and I need you to repair it. I need you!”
A thousand feelings twist his rugged face. He croaks, “I love you, too, Sofia Sol Cocker. I’ve loved you since we were kids. Never thought this would happen. I’m so fuckin’ happy I can’t handle it.”
We fall into a kiss that lasts, his hair falling around my face, hands slowly exploring. He pulls his jeans off, and I help drag them down his legs by using my feet. Naked we lie here, kissing forever. Sometimes rough, others slow and sensual, and all of it filled with confusion as to why we didn’t do this years ago.
My fingers find him and wrap around the hard girth, thumb caressing his bulbous tip. His cock is thick, beautiful, and I need it. Staring at it as I spread my legs, I whisper, “I’m going to suck you later, don’t worry.”
Luke grins, “Later.”
A laugh breaks out of me, and it’s pure joy. “Another time!”
“Bigger fish to fry!”
“You’re making fish jokes now?”
He cracks up, positioning his erection. “Stop making me laugh. This is important.”
I smile up at him, my hair fanned out. “There’s no bad time for laughter.”
Luke’s grin slowly disappears as he presses into me for the very first time. My smile leaves, too, because he looks so different to me as our bodies join and lock. I close my eyes, overwhelmed, panting and excited.
“Soph, look at me.”
“I’ve never fucked someone I love before,” I whisper.
“Look at me!”
My eyelashes flutter wildly as I look at him.
He presses in deep, all the way in, lowers down to kiss me. We start to move, fucking slowly as our kisses grow more passionate, as we get to know each other in a whole new way. I gasp and throw my head back as he rams me roughly about a dozen times, like he’s branding me.
“I love you,” he groans.
“Keep saying that.”
Into my neck he murmurs, “I love you so much.” The heat of his breath, his voice, and the meaning behind the words, undoes me. I start to quiver, clawing into his back. “You want something?” he asks.
“Harder.”
“Say it again, Soph, couldn’t hear you that time.”
“Harder!”
Rising up to watch my face, Luke’s eyes darken more. “Again.”
I bite his chin and say through my teeth, “Fuck me forever!”
He winces with pleasure, snarls, “Can’t wait,” pumps his hips in deep, strong bursts.
Every one sends a shock into me.
Such power that I whimper, “Please! More! Harder!”
Luke rises onto one hand, his other fingers digging into my hip. He winces, grimaces, then roars as he loses control. I cry out and it builds into a scream. Everything is tingling.
Our lips collide and mold and burst apart.
We swear a string of obscenities.
“Holy shit motherfucker what the hell is this?”
“Oh my fucking hell sonofabitch you bastard!”
We do it four more times.
Chapter 31
LUKE
We’ve been meeting Tyler for breakfast in the hotel’s dining room every day. Newly showered without even twelve minutes of sleep, we trudge in. I couldn’t wipe this smirk off my face if you held a shotgun to it.
I’d die smiling.
We slow down at the sight of Inez, Tyler’s wife. She’s got a sour look that purses more as she eyes Sofia. But Ty’s amused as hell, coffee and tasteless pancakes in front of him. Inez sets her spoon in the oatmeal she was eating as he calls out, “Morning!”
Sofia glances to me and I shrug without actually moving my shoulder—a look is enough. It’s a help-yourself type of breakfast here, buffet style but with fewer choices. We grab mediocre bacon, barely-warm eggs, and black coffees, moving in tandem, filling the plates together, reaching over each other’s arms and mumbling things like, “Oh, yeah, get me some of those biscuits.”
It’s not weird for us to act like this.
It’d be weird if we didn’t.
Only lately have we kept our distance, but this easy-going behavior is normal ‘us’. The whole family is used to having everybody in their space, everyone helping out. Team effort all the way. So Inez and Tyler don’t have a clue Sofia’s smiling lips were wrapped around my cock just twenty minutes ago.
Not.
A.
Clue.
We plop onto two wooden armchairs opposite our friend and his wife, who we don’t know all that well, and dig in while I ask, “When did you get here, Inez?”
“Last night.”
“Well, since we had dinner with Tyler, that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious.”
Sofia snickers, “Jerk.”
“What? Did we not have dinner with Ty?” I direct the rest of my sentences to Inez. “And he made no mention of you coming, so I’m guessin’ you surprised him. And that’s not an easy thing to do to a Cipher.”
Ty jerks his chin. “I surprised you.” He does the same to Soph. “And Sofia Sol when I brought her here, told her there was a job when there wasn’t.”
“I stand corrected.” Shoveling eggs onto wheat toast, I open my mouth wide to fit it in. Sofia watches me from the corner of her eyes. I know she’s thinking about the sex we had all night. Grinning with my mouth full I ask, “What?”
She laughs and takes a sip of coffee, covers her mouth and yelps, “Ouch!”
“Nice goin’ genius.”
“It’s the only thing that’s hot!”
Tyler’s watching us. His wife is watching one of us and it ain’t me. She’s always this way around Sofia though I never paid much attention ’til today. They’re both half-Latina, but Inez isn’t built like Soph. She doesn’t ride a motorcycle, and I personally think if she did she’d have more self-confidence instead of using looks as her only barometer for worth.
Sofia Sol piled five pieces of bacon onto her plate and is tearing into them, sneaking glances to my lap. She’s not paying attention to the woman glaring at her. Maybe she’s used to it. But I’m not. Not today.
I lean back, throw my arm over the back of my chair, legs spread. “You got a problem, Inez?”
Tyler’s eyebrows twitch. “Luke, watch your tone.”
“Just askin’ a question.”
Sofia swallows, off-handedly calling it out. “She hates my looks.”
Inez reacts. “I was just surprised you didn’t come knockin’ last night!”
“Oh, but I did,” Sofia smirks.
Tyler’s eyes flick to mine.
I grin at him.
His lips twitch but he covers it.
Inez throws her balled-up napkin on the table. “I would have heard you!”
Soph feigns innocence. “On Tyler’s door? Why would I do that? He’s married.”
“Of course he’s married, to me! You disappointed in that?”
“For different reasons than you think, yes,” Soph mutters, taking a fresh bite of bacon.
I cover my laugh.
Inez motions to Sofia’s breasts. “You might be beautiful and have all of this, but he and I have something you can’t touch!”
I’m pretty much dumbfounded.
Tyler clearly feels the same.
Sofia has been waiting for this moment, probably for years from that sigh she just gave as she tossed a scrap onto her plate, appetite gone. “Inez, what exactly is your problem with me? Is it my eyes, my hair, my tits, or all three? Or is it the way my ass rounded out whe
n I turned thirteen?” She leans over the table. “Because I didn’t choose any of it. I was born this way. To hate me for how I look is the same as when people judge you and me on the color of our skin. Hit home, huh? Good! It’s the fucking same and don’t believe for one second that it isn’t. My face, my tits, my metabolism, were not a choice! This is how I was born. You’re being unfair and fucked up. I don’t want your husband. He knows I don’t want him, and he doesn’t want me. Just because I have these,” she lifts her breasts and drops them, “doesn’t mean shit. I’m just trying to live my life out here, doing what good I can and that’s it.” Kicking her chair back she stands up, wipes her fingers off on her jeans. “Sure, there are women who’re so fucking scared and insecure, they’ll go after another woman’s man. But if you simply asked your husband or any of the Ciphers, you’d know the last person to go after a married guy, is me. Not all women are snakes. Not all men are cheaters, either. Tyler is as true as they come, so give him a fuckin’ break and enjoy your marriage. You found someone. Show some gratitude.”
She walks away from the table.
Proud as hell I jump up to join her.
But Inez is beside herself. “Sofia!”
Soph turns around, and I can tell that wasn’t easy for her. After the night we had, she just wanted to keep up the fun, have some breakfast, and go on another hike with me so we could fuck in the woods this time and tell Mother Nature thank you.
She wasn’t prepared to do battle.
Inez blinks and stands up, “I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
Sofia nods, voice quiet. “Apology accepted, thank you. And Tyler, you should know that we’re…” She blinks a few times, glances to me on a deep frown. “Forget it, never mind.” She walks out of the dining room.
Ty asks. “What was she gonna say?”
My shoulders rise. “We’re not going to hide from anyone that we’re in love anymore.”
A light switches on behind his eyes. “Well alright!”
As I walk out I hear him whisper in the loud way men do, “I told you I was here on a mission, just couldn’t tell you what it was!”
Spinning around I storm over to him, pissed as hell.
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