by Dania Voss
“Even without my injury, though, you know Darren and I planned for this. If I hadn’t gotten hurt on Wednesday, I might have given myself another year, possibly two.” Luke finally allowed his tears to fall.
Abbey held him tightly, giving him the space he needed to just be. She sniffled and gently stroked his hair, comforting him the best way she could.
“But Abbey, Darren’s sick. The prognosis isn’t good, so we decided I’d transition to ownership of … everything now, rather than later. I haven’t talked to him in detail because of the wedding, but I’m guessing there’ll be a press conference early next week.”
Luke’s tears ran unchecked as he wept, holding his true love in his arms. He mourned the end of an amazing career, one he was so very proud of. He mourned what he believed would be the eventual loss of his uncle, his second father, his mentor, his advisor, the last of his immediate family. Although Darren could easily afford the best of care, money couldn’t fix everything. Rich or poor, cancer was a motherfucker. It didn’t play favorites.
Luke positioned himself fully on top of Abbey, resting on his elbows so he didn’t crush her. “It’s going to be all right, baby. As long as I have you beside me, I know everything will be all right.”
She brushed away the tears from Luke’s face and smiled affectionately at him. “I’ll be right here with you, Luke. I promise. I love you. I’ll help you and Darren however I can.”
Hard again since Abbey was naked beneath him, Luke easily slid his cock inside her. She was still slick from both of them coming earlier. Her pussy gripped his dick tight as he slowly thrusted in and out of her, taking his time, savoring the feel of her.
They tenderly made love as they kissed and whispered words of love and affirmation to each other. They were bound together heart and soul. When Luke shot his cum deep inside her, he prayed they’d created a life. The perfect combination of the two of them—smart, caring, ambitious, athletic. He hoped their first child would be a boy, chauvinistic as that sounded. He couldn’t help it. Men wanted mini versions of themselves. That was just how it was. Luke wanted daughters too, though. Pretty little versions of his princess. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. His future family would be amazing.
“Luke, that’s the second time you didn’t use a condom. Do you normally not wear one?”
Shit. Luke had hoped she was so caught up in reconnecting after so many years that she wouldn’t notice they’d not used protection. He’d always used a condom, never went bareback. Too risky for many reasons. But Abbey was his forever. Luke had every intention of getting her pregnant as soon as possible.
“I’ve always suited up, baby. Every time. I’m clean though. You don’t have to worry about that.” Luke pulled out, immediately missing Abbey’s warmth around his dick. He placed her head on his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “You’re not on the pill?”
She sighed and snuggled against him. “Well, no. The last couple of years have been brutal with night school and work. I didn’t do much dating, let alone have sex.”
Hope bloomed in his heart at the possibility that she could get pregnant this weekend. He knew he was being underhanded about it. He wasn’t letting Abbey get away again. Pregnant or not.
“So there’s a chance you could get pregnant?” Luke waited patiently while Abbey seemed to do the calculations in her head. Let it be the right time of the month.
Abbey stiffened against him, but Luke stroked her arm gently, hoping to calm her down. “Yes, maybe. Luke we have to be careful next time.”
Thank fuck. “Princess, would it be so awful if you happen to get pregnant from fucking me today? I’m not going anywhere, either way. You can trust me.” He knew he was moving fast, but he felt like he wasn’t moving fast enough. He had ten years to make up for. From his perspective, he and Abbey were behind schedule.
She blew out a breath and relaxed against him, her warm skin comforting and soothing. He wanted Abbey to believe they were together again. For good this time.
“I suppose not, although knocking me up like this might not go over well with my folks. Even as much as my father likes you. I’m his youngest daughter, his little girl. I think he has a shotgun.” Abbey giggled and kissed his chest. “I’ve always wondered what our children would be like. I was hoping for little mini Lukes to join the Cobras’ roster.”
He vowed to do his best to make Abbey a mini Luke as soon as he could. “Challenge accepted, princess. And don’t worry, I’ll handle your father.” He was pretty sure her father wouldn’t be too upset. Luke had an important surprise locked up in his hotel suite safe.
Chapter Ten
Abbey slowly woke to the decadent feeling of Luke’s warm body spooning hers. His leg hair tickled the back of her legs and his arm was protectively around her waist. She smiled, feeling his morning erection pressed against her ass. His long even breathing suggested he was still sleeping. She could definitely get used to waking up like this every morning. And if he had meant what he’d said earlier this morning, she would be.
She still couldn’t believe she was here after so many years. Abbey had wasted ten long years being angry, hurt, and stubborn when she could have spent it being with Luke. If only she would have let him explain. Then who knew where they’d be by now. Married most likely. Probably a kid or two. Little mini versions of Luke.
Her hand instinctively went to her abdomen. Based on her cycle, there was a chance she could be pregnant. The thought should have made her nervous, considering she and Luke had only just reunited, but because she loved him so much, she was hopeful. Hopeful of the amazing future they could build together. Finally, after being apart for so long.
Abbey thought back to everything they’d talked about. She was humbled because he trusted her enough to tell her about his amazing career coming to an end and his Uncle Darren’s condition. She wasn’t ready to use the C-word just yet. Abbey had always known Darren to be a strong, vibrant man. Driven. Ambitious. Well respected in the sports community as well as the business community. He’ll beat this. He has to, for Luke’s sake and his own. It hurt her heart to think Luke could lose another parent.
She looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. The red display showed it was nearly ten thirty. She and Luke had managed a few hours of sleep, at least. Instead of feeling tired, Abbey felt refreshed with a renewed sense of optimism.
Needing to use the bathroom, she gently eased herself out of bed. Luke moaned in his sleep and turned onto his back. She frowned at the bruises on his shoulder, the deep red and dark purple spots a harsh contrast against the bright white bedsheets.
In slumber, with his hair tussled and his face peaceful, he looked young and carefree. Unfortunately, at the moment, he was anything but. Abbey meant what she’d told him when he confided in her earlier. She’d do anything she could to help him and Darren through the transitions that were being thrust upon them now. She would let Luke sleep a little longer before they needed to get ready for brunch.
She quietly padded to the luxurious en suite bathroom, clicking the door closed. She’d never seen anything so lavish. It was nearly the size of her apartment, with heated, white Italian marble floors, an oversized white jetted tub, a ceiling dripping with glistening chandeliers, and a plush, eight-foot long, white backless couch conveniently placed in front of an enormous glass-enclosed shower with too many shower and steam heads to count.
She took care of business and washed her hands. Abbey looked at herself in the vanity mirror. Her eyes were bright and her skin glowed. Several hickeys and love bites on her breasts and stomach stood out against her light complexion. Luke had marked her as his and she couldn’t help but feel thrilled.
She was sticky. Sticky because Luke had decided he needed to eat wedding cake off her body before they’d fallen asleep. She stretched, feeling pleasantly sore in all the right places, especially between her legs.
Luke’s cock was bigger than the last time they were together. Almost painfully big, but she didn�
��t mind, welcoming the pain. Just as she finished brushing her teeth with the hotel-provided toothbrush, Luke stumbled in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Abbey stood there looking her fill at the god of a man in front of her. He’s beautiful. Golden-blond hair mussed up from sleep, long, powerful legs, six-pack abs, lean, muscular arms, and nearly fully erect. Aside from the angry-looking bruises on his shoulder, Luke was perfect. And mine. She felt her nipples pucker and her pussy slicken just watching him stand there, not fully awake yet.
“You left me,” Luke muttered as he walked toward her. Stalked toward her.
“I didn’t leave you. I had to use the bathroom.”
He stopped in front of her, leaned over, and gently kissed all the marks he’d left on her body. His warm lips on her skin had her body humming. How could she want him again? He’s turned me into a nympho.
Luke grunted and used the toilet, unbothered by her presence. Rather than feel uncomfortable, she felt content by the intimacy they shared. It felt right to her. As it should be between them now.
After he finished, he washed his hands and brushed his teeth using items from his black leather toiletry bag. He stroked his hard dick a couple of times and took Abbey by the hand, trying to lead her out of the bathroom.
“Back to bed, princess. I need you.”
She gently pulled out of his grasp. “Luke, we have to get ready for brunch, remember? We’re all meeting at the restaurant at noon.”
Luke sighed and shook his head. “Forget brunch. I’d rather spend the day in bed fucking you, trying to make a little mini Luke,” he whined.
Abbey quivered at the thought. Not only of spending the day in bed with Luke, but of the possibility of making a baby. Luke’s baby. She knew he would make a wonderful father if his work with the kids from the children’s foundation was any indication.
As if on cue, both their stomachs growled. They had worked up an appetite. “See? We’re both hungry after all that strenuous physical activity, right? I hear the brunch buffet has prime rib, honey-glazed ham, and turkey carving stations. Doesn’t that sound delicious?”
Luke’s stomach growled again, even louder than before. He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so, but we can always order up room service, you know,” he countered.
Abbey chuckled. Poor Luke. He couldn’t get what he wanted exactly when he wanted it. If they were going to start a family, which she still couldn’t wrap her head around just yet, he’d have to get used to delayed gratification.
“I know, but we promised Jake we’d be there. It’s just for a little while. We can build up our strength with some great food and then we can come right back up here, like you want to. What do you say?” She smiled at him, amused as he seemed to contemplate whether they would keep their promise to Jake.
Luke blew out a frustrated breath. “Fine, but we take a shower together before heading to brunch.” He turned knobs and pressed buttons, and the shower magically came to life. Luke let the shower run for a few moments and guided Abbey into the warm spray.
She sighed as the warm, pressured water eased her sore muscles. Heaven. Pure heaven. She felt Luke at her back, wet and warm, and he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his hard dick pressed against the crack of her ass. She wiggled and Luke groaned.
Shivers went down her spine when he placed light little kisses along her neck and shoulders. “Here, let me work some of the kinks out, baby,” Luke murmured softly and rubbed her neck, shoulders, and back, easing her tension away.
He worked his way down her back and kneaded the globes of her ass with his warm slippery fingers. So good. She felt him kneel down behind her and he slowly rubbed her thighs and calves. The feel of Luke’s strong hands and fingers on her body had her nipples tightening and her pussy moistening.
Abbey felt so relaxed and turned on she leaned against the shower wall for support. She startled when she felt Luke’s tongue between her legs, licking her slick folds. She arched her back, sticking her ass deeper into Luke’s face.
She groaned and moved her hips back and forth, riding his tongue. Luke nibbled and laved at her clit with his talented tongue until she couldn’t hold on any longer. Abbey squeezed her eyes shut and rode the wave of pure bliss that roared through her. How was he able to make her come so quickly? No one else had been able make her respond the way he did.
Before Abbey could catch her breath, Luke thrust his hard cock deep inside her, bumping up against her G-spot. She shuddered and pushed back against him, feeling another orgasm building.
“Princess, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he pounded into her from behind, his balls slapping against her ass each time he slammed back into her. “You like my big dick fucking you from behind, don’t you baby?” He pulled out and thrust back in, hitting her G-spot again.
Yes. She loved it. Any way she could have Luke, she’d happily take him. God, she was going to come again.
“Yes, Luke. You feel so, so good.” She groaned, pushing back against his cock. She was close. As if Luke sensed her, he reached between her legs and stroked her still-sensitive clit until a wave of ecstasy thrummed through her again. “Luke!”
“That’s it, baby, come all over my dick. I’m right behind you, princess.” Luke grunted and pulsed inside her, filling her with so much cum she felt some trickle out of her. “Take all my cum, baby. Take every last drop. I’m going to keep fucking you until we make a baby. Count on it.”
Luke held her tightly as they both came down from their orgasmic high and their breathing slowed to normal. The warm shower spray continued beating down against their sensitive skin. She felt Luke soften and pull out of her. She immediately missed him inside of her.
Luke turned Abbey around and devoured her mouth while steam billowed around them. Their tongues danced and tangled until they were breathless again. Luke broke the kiss and touched his forehead against hers.
“I love you so much, Abbey. So fucking much. I can’t wait to see you swollen with our baby.” He held her close as the warm shower water continued to sluice over them. She leaned into him, reveling in the warm, strong feeling of his powerful body wrapped around hers.
Abbey had dreamed of moments just like this over the last ten years. The two of them, together, content, and wrapped around each other. She’d been so lonely over the last ten years. Abbey hadn’t realized just how lonely until this weekend.
They gently swayed in the shower, happy right where they were. The prospect of having a baby scared Abbey a little, but she was looking forward to it, too. What a crazy thing to possibly end up pregnant at the same time as her sister.
“I love you too, Luke. I’m excited but scared, too,” she admitted.
What if this was all just a dream? What if trusting Luke so easily after so much time was a huge mistake? Then where would she be? Alone again, heartbroken and pregnant? How would that even work? Would they share custody like divorced couples did? Would Luke be angry and sue for full custody? Abbey felt tears sting her eyes.
“Hey princess, where did you go just then?” Luke lifted her chip up so he could look at her.
Abbey saw the concern in his eyes. She didn’t know how to verbalize her concerns. “I’m scared.”
Luke smiled down at her and shook his head. “No need to be, princess. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take such good care of you and our baby, you’ll see. Trust me, Abbey. We belong together. I’m in this for the long haul.”
Abbey wanted to believe. Very much. Her stomach growled, then his did.
“Okay, let’s finish up and get you fed. You might be eating for two now,” Luke suggested.
Laughing, they made quick work of getting cleaned up. The Fairchild Hotel’s spa supplied the most lush bath products Abbey had ever used before. The lavender-scented body wash left her skin silky smooth and soft. The matching shampoo and conditioner did wonders for her golden locks. No more store brand for me. Abbey would pick some up before she checked out of the hotel.
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e had no idea if she was pregnant or not. It was probably too early for a pregnancy test, regardless. Don’t stress out over it. It’ll happen when it happens. “Maybe. Either way, I’m starved.”
Luke turned knobs and pressed buttons, shutting the shower off. Abbey’s hot flesh chilled, and she shivered. He led her out onto the heated floor and wrapped a fluffy white towel around her. Much better. She towel dried her hair the best she could. It would have to do until she got to her room where her toiletries and blow dryer were.
Luke dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. She admired the blond Viking in front of her for a moment before heading to the bedroom to get her things. He followed behind her.
“What are you doing?” Luke asked as she picked up her clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor. Her room was right next door. Maybe she could sneak next door in her towel and avoid the hassle of getting dressed and then having to change again.
“I have to go to my room, Luke. My clothes are there. I have to dry my hair. You know, I have to get ready. You go ahead and get dressed, then come get me when you’re ready.” Abbey glanced at the nightstand clock. Damn. A quarter to twelve. They would be late for brunch.
Abbey dug her suite key card out of her evening bag and went to the door with Luke right behind her. “I’ll walk you next door, princess.”
Two of his security detail stood in the hallway. Abbey peeked and didn’t see anyone, only the housekeeping cart. Not that she was ashamed, but walking around in nothing but a towel wasn’t the norm for her.
“I’ll be right back,” Luke told the men. One of them held his suite door open while Luke escorted her to her suite and opened the door for her.
So this is what it will be like to be taken care of—by Luke. I think I can get used to this.
Luke ushered Abbey inside her suite. Just as lush and well-appointed as his suite, hers had one bedroom. He held on to her suite key card and kissed her softly on the lips. His lips were warm and inviting.
