Currently, the guys were working on her bedframe, headboard, footboard, mattress, and box spring. She even heard them arguing about tools. Sean had run home and grabbed his toolbox, so they could put her bed back together. She’d kind of forgotten about that stuff. Her guy friends in Denver had helped her move out and never even mentioned tools. Sometimes, she was such a girl.
The next thing in the U-Haul was a big garbage sack full of her dirty clothes that she’d been putting off washing until she got to her new house. She lugged it inside and down to the laundry room in the lower level. She’d decided a week ago that it would be easier to move dirty clothes than clean ones.
The only downfall of her new home was that her washer and dryer were in the basement, fairly secluded and away from everything else. While she’d love a main-floor laundry room or even an upstairs one, it wasn’t a deal-breaker, and it was something she could easily live with. Plus, the upstairs bathroom had a laundry chute, which made getting clothes downstairs a whole lot easier.
After dropping off the soiled laundry, Elise went back upstairs to the main floor. She walked into the empty kitchen from the basement. Then, she headed back for the front door to go outside and grab something else from the moving truck when she ran into Luke. He and the other guys had taken their shirts off a long time ago. One of the bad things about moving in Minnesota in July was the humidity.
But he looked delicious.
Inspiration struck.
“Hey, Lise, we just—” Luke started.
Elise interrupted him by slipping her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. “I need you to come downstairs to look at my dryer,” she told him with a sly smile as she walked backward, pulling him along.
“Okay. How can I help?” he said, giving her his cocky smirk.
They were at the door of the downstairs now, but just in case someone could hear them, she said, “I’m worried my dryer vent is clogged with lint. I don’t think it’s working.” She looked up into his eyes. “I think you need to stick something in there and clean it out.”
Luke opened the door and pushed her through. “Well, we’d better go take care of that then.”
“Last one to the bottom has to make the other come first,” Elise said as she took off down the stairs.
Luke quickly shut the door behind them and rushed after her.
They reached the laundry room, and one of them—Elise wasn’t even sure which one—swung the door closed. They came together, kissing and touching. It was lips, tongues, fingers, and arms everywhere. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Luke walked them back toward the dryer, and when they reached it, he turned her around and pushed her forward. He reached over her and turned the dryer on. “We’d better just see if this works first, shouldn’t we?” His voice was all business, but the next thing he did was yank her shorts and underwear down.
Elise squeaked at the cool basement air hitting her butt cheeks, but she quickly forgot it as Luke slipped two fingers inside her. “Oh, shit,” she moaned.
“Already wet for me,” he said as he removed his fingers. “God, I love your pussy,” were the next words he spoke right as he pushed himself inside her.
They’d stopped using condoms the night her father went to the hospital, and she loved that they could have sex anytime, anywhere without worrying about protection.
Elise leaned forward and stuck out her ass to get Luke inside her as deeply as possible. He grabbed on to her hips and began pumping into her, full force.
Luke could be a sweet and gentle lover at times, and he often had her take control. But she loved it when he took what he wanted from her. When he fucked her hard, fast, and dirty.
Whenever he did this, it wouldn’t take her long to come. Sometimes, that could be a bad thing because she wanted to extend their lovemaking. But, occasionally, like now, when they had a household full of people upstairs, it was amazing that Luke knew exactly what she needed.
Just to help her along and give that extra push, he glided his fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit one, two, three times before he pinched it between his finger and thumb.
Elise went off like a rocket, clutching on to the dryer for dear life, afraid her legs might give out underneath her. Apparently, she was rather vocal because Luke covered her mouth with his hand. She smelled her essence on his fingers, and it only kept her orgasm going, knowing he’d been touching her secret place mere moments ago.
Two thrusts later, and Luke was right behind her. His hand dropped from her mouth and slid around her waist. He held her close to him, biting down on her shoulder to keep himself quiet, as he poured himself inside her.
After several minutes later, when they both caught their breaths, Elise told him, “I think the dryer works.”
Luke buried his nose in her neck and laughed.
Luke pulled out of Elise’s heat and turned her around to face him. He loved her spontaneity and her sense of adventure. But she deserved more than some quick fuck against the dryer in her laundry room. Not that she seemed to mind, going by how hard she’d come.
He picked her up, sat her butt on the dryer, and took her lips. He kissed down one side of her face and then her neck. She clutched the back of his head, pulling him closer. He opened his mouth over her pulse, feeling it throb against his tongue, and sucked.
Elise moaned, and that was all it took to make him hard again. Her shorts and underwear were still down around her calves, so he slipped one leg out, pulled her to the edge of the appliance, and entered her.
She drew back from him and opened her eyes. They were wide with surprise. “Again? Already? Now?”
“Again.” Now. Forever. Always.
She affected him more than any other woman had in the past.
He withdrew and pushed back home. She was wet from him coming in her earlier, but she was tight from her climax, and even though they’d just done it, she felt incredible.
“How do you always feel so good?” he asked her.
Her head was thrown back, but she lifted it enough to look at him. “Me? How do you always feel so good?”
He chuckled and leaned her back over his arm. “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree,” he said as he pushed her shirt and sports bra up.
He sucked her nipple in his mouth as he thrust, and she began softly chanting his name.
He was pretty sure that Elise didn’t realize that she said his name over and over again when they had sex and that she usually got louder, the closer she was to coming. He loved it because then he had no doubt that she knew who was inside her.
Their relationship might have started out as fuck buddies, but it was more than that now. They’d moved from one-night stand to friends with benefits to sleeping exclusively with each other, and today, when he’d told her niece that Elise was his girlfriend, he’d meant it.
He might not have brought his feelings to Elise’s attention in the correct way, but he was scared of things getting serious. Not because he was afraid of commitment, but because he was terrified she was. He was also worried about messing up the rhythm they had going. As if making the relationship serious would make it too serious, and she would think they couldn’t have fun anymore, like they were now.
He had probed her more about the orgasm thing and about guys not being able to get her there. She’d been open about discussing it, but he wasn’t sure if she realized that the guys she had gotten serious with weren’t great in bed and that her non-serious relationships, encounters, whatever you wanted to call them, were the ones where she’d managed to climax. Considering how responsive Elise was in his arms, he had a feeling that he knew what category she’d put him in.
So far, she hadn’t asked him about the girlfriend thing that had come up with her niece. Granted, they hadn’t been alone very much, but he was going to let her bring it up. He wasn’t sure if she was ready to take their relationship further, and he was afraid that, if he pushed her, she’d push back—and not in a way he’d like. He
wasn’t willing to risk losing her.
Luke released her nipple and pushed her breasts into his chest, so he could look into her face. He grasped her hair and gave a slight tug. “Elise.”
“Hmm?”
“Open your eyes.”
Her green eyes flickered open, and she smiled at him.
“Attagirl. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”
“Oh, Luke,” she moaned.
Her pussy squeezed tighter over him.
“Come on, Lise, come for me.”
Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, they slammed shut as her back arched, and she came around him. He loved how tight she got as she convulsed when he was inside her.
Unable to hold his orgasm off any longer, he let go and released himself deep within her.
He rested his forehead against her chest. “Damn, woman, I don’t think I can walk.”
Elise chuckled. “You can’t walk? I’m the one who’s going to be limping out of here later. I don’t think we’ve had sex twice in a row like that so soon.”
He jerked his head up. “Did I hurt you?”
She cupped his cheek. “No, it’s just that you’re not small, and I can get a little sore sometimes.”
“Please keep talking about how big my dick is.”
She laughed, causing her to tighten around him.
He groaned.
“I don’t think you have any trouble with your ego and penis.”
He pulled out of her. “Oh, babe, it’s a dick or a cock. Not a penis.”
She leaned up onto her elbows. “But that’s the actual word for it.”
“I know. It makes me think of work.”
“Ah,” she said as she understood. “Okay then. Your cock is huge.”
“Thank you,” he said, grinning. He pointed to the floor. “Are these clothes all dirty?”
“Yes.”
He tore open the garbage bag, grabbed the first thing his fingers touched, and gave it to her. “Sorry, I think I left you extra messy.”
She grabbed the shorts and put them between her legs to clean herself up.
Luke grabbed something else out of the bag to clean his own body up. Right as he was done, he threw the garment on the floor and heard his name.
“Shit,” Luke said. “Someone’s coming. Quick. Make yourself look busy.”
Elise had just pulled up her shorts, and she went over to her pile of clothes and started sorting them while Luke opened the dryer to make it look like he had come down there to inspect it.
He waited for his name to be called again before he answered, pretending like he hadn’t heard the previous shout, “In here.”
Right before the door opened, Luke looked at Elise. “Your hair,” he told her.
Elise reached up and realized half of her ponytail had fallen out. She pulled out the band holding her hair up and let the rest of the tresses fall down around her shoulders.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Sean asked.
“Elise saw that post on Facebook about making sure the dryer vent is cleared out, so your house doesn’t catch on fire.” Luke tried to put enough inflection in his tone to make it sound like he thought Elise might be overreacting a bit.
“Hey, it can really happen. I don’t want my new house to burn down because my dryer is in the basement, and I’m upstairs.”
Luke gave her a thumbs-up behind Sean’s back. She was really selling it.
She, however, shot him a look that said, I’m half-serious, and if my house burns down, I will cut you.
Elise stood up. “Well, I got all the clothes sorted. You’re sure everything’s okay?” she asked Luke.
“Yep.” Luke stood and wiped his hands on his shorts, as if he’d really gotten them dirty.
“Okay. See you guys upstairs then.”
As soon as Elise was gone, Sean looked at Luke. “You’re fucking her, aren’t you?”
Luke was taken aback. “Holy shit, Sean.”
Sean shook his head when Luke didn’t deny it. “How long has this been going on?”
None of your goddamn business, Luke thought as he gritted his teeth. What happened between him and Elise was between them.
“How did you know?” he asked instead.
“Because it smells like a brothel in here.”
Luke cursed. He hadn’t thought about that before Sean walked in. The room didn’t have a window or any sort of ventilation, so he really shouldn’t have been surprised that Sean smelled sex.
“Look—” Luke started.
“If you hurt her, man, and Rachel finds out I knew…”
Luke was grateful that he didn’t even have to ask his friend for his loyalty in keeping their secret. But, at the same time, where was Sean’s faith?
Luke stalked toward his friend and poked him in the chest. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck me?”
“Yes. Why does everyone assume I’m going to break her heart? You know, I have had a long-term relationship before. My last girlfriend and I dated for two years before she broke up with me. I am not the same guy I was in college.”
“Damn,” Sean said, taking a step back, “I had no idea.”
“Of course not because no one bothers to ask me. They just see me and assume that I’m the same player that I always was, but I’m not. A term that you all gave me by the way, not something I have ever called myself. I never fed false promises to anyone. Back then or now. Either way, I’m not the same guy I was in college. I mean, I wasn’t ready to marry my ex or anything, but I loved her. Or I thought I did. Now, things are so clear.” Luke shook his head. “But that’s not the point.”
Sean looked ashamed. “I’m sorry, man. I really am.”
Some of the anger left Luke upon seeing Sean looking so guilty. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not, but I can forgive and forget.” So, not all the anger had left.
“So, you have no plans on breaking Elise’s heart?”
“Well, first, she’d have to give it to me, but the answer is no. I don’t have any plans to go anywhere, okay?”
Sean nodded. “Okay.”
“Sean?” Rachel called from the stairs.
“Yeah?”
They heard Rachel’s footsteps descend until she came through the door. “Hey, what are you guys doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Talking.”
Rachel looked back and forth between them, clearly picking up their tension. She went over to Sean’s side. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Luke said. “I’ve gotta go…do something,” he finished lamely.
He left the laundry room and took the stairs two at a time. Elise was in the kitchen, pulling stuff out of the pantry. She’d put her hair back up in a ponytail, looking like she hadn’t been doing the nasty with him less than a half hour ago.
For some reason, that really added to his disappointment and irritation.
She took one look at his face and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He didn’t want to tell her about his conversation with Sean, only to have her worry about Sean saying something to Rachel, but maybe she’d already guessed, given his mood.
He couldn’t help feeling a little resentful, preparing himself for her asking if Sean could keep a secret. Like that was the important thing here.
She stepped closer and touched his arm. She surprised him when she said, “I hope everything’s okay. I’m here if you want to talk.”
Her offer calmed Luke. He liked knowing she cared. He pulled her close and kissed her temple. “Thanks, babe. Maybe later. We still have stuff to bring in. Then, you and I have a lot more rooms to christen.” He smiled at her. It wasn’t his usual full smile, but he was trying to be his normal self.
Elise laughed, knowing he was trying. “Okay, but we might have to do the christening thing in steps. My house isn’t small.”
If it meant he got to see her over the next few days, that would totally work for him. “Deal.”
Elise went
to her fridge to grab beers for everyone. They’d finally gotten all the boxes moved into the house, and they could relax. She carried the bottles into the family room where the guys were hooking up her TV, so they could watch Netflix. Thankfully, one of the things she had done the day before was get her internet set up.
Elise handed a beer to Rachel, who was lying on the floor, and one to Heidi, who was sitting next to her, leaning back against the couch. Tera and Kristen were sprawled out on each end of the sofa, and Elise gave them their drinks as well. James had left about half an hour earlier, saying he had other things to do, but Elise was pretty sure he just didn’t want to be around her sister longer.
Elise set Luke’s, Sean’s, and Nate’s bottles on the coffee table and plopped down in the recliner.
She studied Luke for a moment. He seemed to be in a better mood now than he had been after they had sex. She didn’t know what, but something must have happened with Sean in the basement because Luke had not been in a good mood when he came upstairs. She suspected Sean knew about the two of them because he had looked skeptical when he walked into the laundry room. But, when she’d asked Luke what was wrong, he’d said nothing. She had seen he wasn’t ready to talk about it, and she had decided to give him his space.
“Sorry, I don’t have any other alcohol,” Elise told the group. “I can run to the store and get something else if someone wants it. I was just so excited to be able to have beer in my fridge that I forgot about buying anything else.”
Nate, not caring there was little room in between Tera and Kristen, picked up a beer and planted his butt right in the middle of the two before throwing his feet up onto the coffee table. “Why couldn’t you have beer before?”
“Her parents are a little religious. They don’t drink,” Rachel explained.
Kristen snorted. “A little? More like ultra.”
Elise grimaced. “I wouldn’t say ultra. They are quite religious. Their church doesn’t believe in drinking, but I have met people with stricter religions. I worked with someone in Denver who didn’t own a television because their church frowned upon it.”
Kristen’s eyes got big. “I guess it could be worse. But Mom and Dad are pretty bad, especially Mom. Quite frankly, I’m surprised we were ever born, Elise. Mom acts like sex is evil, so the fact that she ever let Dad in her pants is a mystery.”
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