Fitting The Pieces (The Riverdale Series Book 3)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  She let her fingers trail along the stubble that lined his jaw.

  “Thank you.” She whispered, dropping her hand from his cheek. She took a step back and reached behind her, bringing her long brown hair over her shoulder so that it fell over her breasts.

  “I’d do just about anything for you.” He said softly, keeping his eyes firmly planted on her as she reached behind her and began to tug the zipper of her silk dress down. She had only been able to reach half way down her back, so she stepped forward and looked down at him. His eyes darkened with longing as she turned around. He took his cue and lifted his hands. He gripped her hip, feeling the silk beneath his fingertips, with his free hand; he dragged the zipper down delicately, being careful not to catch the fabric as he did so.

  Cara dropped the hand that was holding the fabric of her dress to her breasts, letting the silk slide down her body until it pooled around her feet. She tucked the strands of her hair that blew around her face, behind her ears and closed her eyes when his fingertips traveled around the curve of her hips to her bare ass cheeks.

  Luke let out a sigh when the dress fell from her body. She stood before him in an ivory strapless bra and a lacy thong that reminded him of pearls. His hands caressed her ass before he bent down and pressed his lips to the slope of her back where the lace of her underwear hid just one of the tattoos he would discover tonight. He took hold of her hips and gently turned her around, needing desperately to see her face.

  Cara turned at his command and stepped out of the dress that pooled around her ankles. She opened her eyes and they met his. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stepped between his legs. Every thought fled her mind, it didn’t matter that they were outside on a balcony, it didn’t matter how they got to this moment, all, that mattered was the here and now. Just two people who had known one another a long time. They were two people who grieved the same loss, two people who were once broken. They were two people who may not have planned on one another, but right there, they were all either of them ever needed.

  She brought one knee to rest on the chaise beside his as she dipped her head and pressed her lips to the side of his jaw, letting her mouth travel the length of his chiseled jaw before she cupped his face in her hands and let her lips find his. She kissed him softly at first, reveling in the way his lips clung to hers. Her tongue licked the seam of his lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue met hers half way. Her taste was ecstasy to his palette. He brought his hands to her face, holding her to his lips as her tongue invaded his mouth. She took her time kissing him, licking him, nibbling on his bottom lip.

  He brought her onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist as she controlled the kiss. Luke tried not to linger on the fact that her sweet pussy was grinding into him as she fucked his mouth with her tongue. There was no other way to describe it, the gentleman in him tried too, but the way her tongue dove inside, the sensuous laps it took to savor his taste, there was no other way to describe the way Cara kissed him.

  Cara ran her fingers through his hair, tugging forcefully before she let go and pulled back. He moved her hair behind her shoulder and leaned forward, his open mouth finding her collarbone as her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t sure who panted, but by the pounding in her chest, she assumed it was her. Luke’s teeth grazed her neck, causing her to moan in pleasure as she spread open his shirt with trembling fingers. Her hands roamed his chest hungrily and she dipped her head pressing her mouth to one of his nipples. She wanted her tongue to taste every inch of him. Her delicate fingertips took on a life of their own and moved downward over his abdomen where he had the slightest dusting of hair that dipped into his pants, like a map to the goods that strained against her radiating heat. She rocked herself against his erection, teasing the both of them.

  Luke groaned and flipped her onto the chaise so that she lay along the length of it. He stood up, removing his shirt as he stared down at her. She bent her legs, planting her feet on the lounge as she looked up at him. Her mouth was swollen and her hair was sprawled out against the back of the chair. The moonlight played with her eyes, making them even more gorgeous in the darkness, if that was even possible.

  Cara swallowed as she watched him stare at her body. The way he looked at her made her belly heat with something she forgot she could feel. Her eyes followed him as he walked to the front of the chaise and kneeled before her. His palms splayed over her kneecaps, his eyes never leaving hers as his hands slid down her silky thighs. His fingers hooked in the lace of her thong and with steady hands, he pulled the skimpy fabric down the length of her legs.

  She watched with hooded eyes, unable to tear her eyes from him as he spread her legs wide. She licked her lips in anticipation. She waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to move or to say something. Luke moaned in appreciation as he stared at her bare sex that opened for him. He let his finger skim the seam of her pussy before he delved in, slipping just one finger between her slick folds.

  “You’re so wet.” He said gruffly as he slipped a second finger inside her. Her body arched instantly trying to bring him as deep as he could possibly go. “So fucking wet…” He withdrew his fingers causing a small strangled moan to escape from her lips.

  “More.” She pleaded, spreading her legs even wider.

  Luke brought his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them to taste her. She whimpered as she watched him, never thinking a man licking his fingers after they were inside her would be such an erotic turn on to her. If she was being completely honest, she wasn’t only turned on, she was curious. She wanted to know how she tasted on him.

  “So goddamn sweet, just like I knew you would be.” He said before he brought his fingers back into her folds, shoving them deep inside her. His fingers slipped out of her and when he brought them back, he added a third, stretching her to fill her deepest needs. He worked his thumb over her clit as he pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh.

  “Oh my God, Luke…” She said as she grabbed the arms of the chaise and rocked her hips, arching her back and pressing her pussy against his hand. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Never.” He promised as he turned his head to press a kiss to her other thigh. “You like that, baby?” He said lifting his eyes to watch her.

  She gasped when his thumb pressed against her clit just a tad harder. “I love that.” She said as she reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around his wrist, her hand moving along with his as he stroked her clit.

  Luke took his time, taking every whimper, every facial expression in. The last time he had her he wasn’t able to thoroughly enjoy her, it was just a reckless conquest. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, watching as her eyes shot open at instantly feeling the loss of him. He brought his finger to her lips and silenced her. She swallowed her protest when her eyes met his that were blazing with hunger. Satisfied with the trust he found in her eyes, he dipped his head and his mouth found her pussy. His fingers spread her open for his tongue. He licked and sucked at her as if she was his last meal.

  She could’ve kissed Luke a million times and she never would’ve known the pleasure his tongue could ever produce. There was no denying the man had mastered the skill of oral sex. She counted the strokes of his tongue, six. Six lavish licks and she was quivering at his mercy. She slammed the heels of her feet onto the lounge and her hips bucked. She gripped the arms of the chair as if she was about to fall off the chair. She felt her orgasm teetering and she tried to hold back, she wanted it to last so much longer, but the moment his tongue flicked her clit she was gone. Her body convulsed and she crashed her throbbing pussy against his open mouth and came violently.

  Luke’s eyes lifted as he sucked every drop she gave him, watching her face the whole time. If he thought she was beautiful before he clearly forgot what she looked like when she came. She threw her head back against the lounge and moaned, her limbs frozen as her body came down from the high he gave her. Her legs that were holding his head in a
vice turned to butter, releasing their hold on him. He kissed each thigh before he moved from between her legs and stood to his full height.

  Cara’s eyes fluttered open focusing on the man that had just given her the greatest orgasm of her life. God, he was sexy, she thought, as he stood before her in only his slacks that contained an impressive bulge begging to be set free. He bent down and placed his arm underneath her knees. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her into his arms with ease, carrying her back inside the hotel room. She pressed her nose into his neck and indulged in his scent.

  Luke made his way to the bedroom and deposited his precious cargo onto the edge of the four poster bed. Her hands snaked around his waist and fumbled with the button on his slacks. He combed his fingers through her wild hair and shook his head for a moment, not believing that they were finally together like this. She drew the zipper down and pushed the slacks down his thighs. He toed off his dress shoes so that he could step out of the pants. He released his hold on her hair and removed his socks before he reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs. She shooed his hands away and looked up at him as her fingers slid under the elastic. Luke clenched his fists at his sides, the muscles in his forearms flexing underneath his tattoos. She slid the briefs down his muscular thighs, his cock darting out towards her as she pushed them down his legs. She gave up using her hands midway and kicked them down his legs with her feet. She took hold of his hips and jerked him towards her, her eyes focused on his dick.

  She wasn’t the type of girl who considered a man’s dick beautiful, enticing? Yes. Fuck yes. Luke’s cock was begging for her mouth, her pussy, her hands, and she wanted it in return. Any and every which way she could take him she would take the cock that was staring at her. She wrapped her fingers around the length of him, mesmerized at how hard he was yet his skin so soft, like a steel rod wrapped in the finest silk. She noted that his cock wasn’t only rather long, but it was thick, and she imagined herself straining to fit him.

  “It’s my turn.” She whispered and his cock twitched in her hand. Cara smiled slightly before she leaned forward and parted her luscious lips taking him into her mouth, inch by glorious inch. Her tongue circled around the girth of him before she pulled him out of her mouth only to take him back, deeper this time. Her fingers reached underneath his balls and she began to test their weight, cupping them in the palm of her hand as her tongue worked his tip.

  “Christ, baby that’s fucking good. So fucking good.” Luke said through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold onto his composure. He moved his hips thrusting his cock in and out of her wet mouth, her moans of satisfaction, driving his speed. She licked the head of his cock, tasting the clear liquid that beaded out of the tip. Luke groaned and pulled his cock out of her mouth and flipped her over like an insatiable animal. Her belly flattened into the mattress and he slapped her ass, urging her to crawl onto the bed. Cara was on all fours as she made her way to the center of the plush bed. Luke grunted as he watched her ass shake with each move she made, that fucking ass would be the death of him. He kneeled onto the bed, looming over her, his hands worked their way up the back of her legs to that firm ass. His calloused fingers grinding into the flesh of her cheeks, she dropped her head into the pillow and cried out in ecstasy.

  It was then Cara realized she was happy she didn’t remember the first encounter they had shared. She had wished she could remember his touch, the way she felt when her legs wrapped around his waist, but now, she was glad she didn’t. What they were creating was so much more than she could’ve ever felt before. Her heart was open and inviting, her senses on alert, all of that wasn’t there the last time. She felt his fingers unclasp her strapless bra, before they slid inside the cups and took hold of her breasts.

  Luke pressed his lips to the center of her back as he massaged her breasts in the palms of his hands. His erection nestled against her ass as he gave her some of his weight while his mouth moved up her spine. She reached over her head and grasped onto the headboard. She couldn’t decide where she needed him more so she lifted her ass to press it against his cock while shoving her breasts against his palms. She felt his mouth on her neck, felt him suck and nibble his claim on her.

  He let go of her breasts and pushed up to kneel on the mattress. Cara turned, looking over her shoulder and watched as he crooked his finger towards him. She pushed upwards and moved to her knees, turning to face him. Luke grabbed her face with his hands and pulled her to him. His mouth crashed over hers, their lips fusing together, their tongues gliding over one another’s. Her arms circled his neck as his mouth worked its way down her neck. She cocked her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck, her eyes opening glancing into the mirror. She let out a shortened breath as she watched them in the reflection. Her hair was wild and her eyes illuminated with lust. Both of their bodies had sheen of sweat covering them. His head moved a fraction lower and he lifted her breast to his lips and his tongue teased her erect nipple. She bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes from the mirror.

  Luke’s teeth grazed her nipple before his tongue slid over the turgid peak to soothe it.

  She panted feeling her arousal build.

  “More.” She begged and glanced down to see him move his mouth to her other breast. “I love that.” She said as he sucked on her nipple.

  “Cara, I can’t wait any longer.” He said hoarsely against her breasts.

  “Neither can I.” She cupped his face and brought his face to hers. “I want you, Luke.”

  He leaned in and pressed his lips quickly to hers. “Condom.” He muttered as he tugged on her lower lip with his teeth. “My pants…” He said, struggling to break away, yet not wanting to end the kiss.

  “I’m on the pill.” She choked out. The words fled her lips and he stopped kissing.

  Luke stared at her for a moment. His tongue running along his bottom lip as he let her words sink in. He only had sex once without a condom in his life.

  “I’m clean.” She whispered, feeling the heat flush to her cheeks.

  “So am I.” he said automatically. He wanted to feel her flesh to flesh. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around his cock more than he wanted to draw his next breath. Fuck it, this was Cara, he thought and he gave in to his ultimate desire.

  He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her lips as he wrapped his arms around her and slowly lowered her back onto the sheets. Cara spread her legs and he settled himself between them. He pressed his palms into the mattress on either side of her head and pushed himself up, looking at where they would join, lining the engorged head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He was poised and ready, he lifted his eyes to hers. Those hazel eyes, giving him all the permission he needed to see this through. He kissed the tip of her nose.

  “I’ve waited my whole life for you, Cara. I just didn’t know it was you I was waiting for.” He whispered, moving his lips to her mouth as he worked his cock slowly inside of her, stretching her slowly and steadily to fit him.

  She gasped, not sure if it was because Luke was moving inside of her or if it was his declaration. She was pretty sure it was a combination of both. She had sex before, she had even made love before, but what they were doing was unlike anything she had ever known. It was as if their bodies were created for one another, and then she replayed his words back in her head. Maybe, just maybe they were both waiting for one another, and neither of them knew how life would change and bring them together. He filled her to capacity and she arched into his thrust. His hips jerked and he slid out of her, only to push right back inside. In and out, inch by inch, he picked up his speed, frantically. Her body was on fire as she matched his pace. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold back from releasing, a heat curled low in her belly, spreading through her body. Luke thrust in and out of her, his face etched with determination, little did he know she was there, she felt the friction he created along her clit and was so close to seeing stars.

  Christ, he forgot wh
at it was like to be bare inside of a woman. But the last time he was, he would bet his life on it, it didn’t feel like this. It was sensational having his cock buried inside of Cara, the walls of her pussy clamping around his dick as if it was made for her and her alone.

  As far as he was concerned, in this moment, he was made for her. Just as he knew with his whole being that the woman who writhed beneath him, clawing his back as she began to come, screaming his name, was made for him. He lifted a hand off the mattress and gently turned her face. Those eyes… He forced them to look into his. This time she would know it was him, giving him that mind-blowing orgasm. It was him driving madly into her, coming right along with her. It was him and she wouldn’t forget it, this time. He slammed inside of her, once, twice, and grunted into her neck as he came inside of her.

  Cara clung to Luke in the wake of their orgasms, sheen of sweat covering their tangled bodies as they struggled to catch their breath. After a few moments he lifted himself up, relieving her of his weight while he looked down at her. Strands of her hair had plastered to her face and he gently moved them away. She found his eyes and smiled softly at him, and noticed for the first time in a long time, Luke looked… well, he looked relaxed. As if he wasn’t reaching anymore.

  “You okay?” He asked tenderly, searching her eyes.

  Cara lifted her hand to touch his clammy cheek, lifting forward to kiss his lips lightly. “I’m so much more than just okay, Luke.” She smiled reassuringly. “And for the record, you’ve completely earned your nickname, Stud Muffin.”

  He chuckled slightly bending his head to meet her lips again, thinking he found his heaven on earth.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Nick glanced down at his watch before he looked back at the entrance to the dining room. There was no sign of Luke or Cara and it was only a matter of time before people started to ask questions. He and Sam would be taking off for the airport after breakfast with their family and friends, to embark on their honeymoon. He scanned the room his eyes falling onto his beautiful wife, who was surrounded by her parents. She looked up, her eyes found his and she winked at him. He was one lucky son of a bitch, Nick thought, smiling at her in return. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried Luke’s cell again. It didn’t even ring anymore and went straight to voicemail.