by Kira Blakely
“I don’t know what’s going on, but do you want to tell me?” he asked, piercing me with his dazzling black eyes.
Chapter 9
Gemma
Luke was looking straight at me, willing me to tell him exactly what was on my mind. How could I tell him though, that what was bothering me was that he was so perfect and I was ashamed of my family? So, I remained quiet.
“Look, Gemma, I know we just met and under strange circumstances, but if you need to talk…”
I shook my head. “There’s nothing to talk about; I’m just flustered because of what happened at the diner. That’s all.”
Luke breathed in deeply, like he wasn’t buying it and then nodded. I was thankful that he wasn’t going to pursue it.
“I understand, and I’m sorry. Tell me what I can do to help,” he added.
What could Luke possibly do to help? He was a tourist in my town. He had just cost me my job and in a few days he was going to go away, back to wherever he came from.
“Where do you live?” I asked, the thought suddenly striking me that I knew nothing about him.
“Los Angeles. I’ve always lived there. My family lives there, too,” he said, relaxing a little now. More than the fact that he had just the perfect facial and physical features, what was charming about him was that he had an easy-going friendly face. Although, I had also seen a darker side to him in the diner. I could predict that he was cut-throat in his business and he ruled with an iron fist.
“Do you have a big family?” I asked.
Luke let out a small laugh. “No, just me and my parents.” He must have seen my eyes widen because he smiled again. “Something tells me you come from a small family, too,” he said and I nodded my head.
“I’m the only child as well,” I replied flatly, growing more curious about him with each passing minute.
“Your parents must be very proud of your med school plans,” he said and I immediately fell silent. How was I supposed to tell him that my plans of going to med school would be a ridiculous fantasy in my parents’ eyes if they ever found out about it? That they would lose themselves in panic when I informed them that I had lost my job. Who would pay the bills now? I didn’t want to think about it.
“So, are you taking over your family business?” I asked, and I noticed how Luke shifted in his seat. He leaned in closer to me and I didn’t move. It was exciting to feel his body warmth near mine. My breath was catching in my throat just from our proximity. This feeling wasn’t like anything I’d felt before. No man had this effect on me. It was sorcery!
“Sort of,” he said, and I saw the look in his eyes that was similar to mine. He wanted to change the subject as well. It seemed like neither of us wanted to talk about our families. “Hey, look, I know what you’re thinking. I’m a tourist and you lost your job because of me. I’ll leave soon, and you’ll be left picking up the pieces.”
I met his eyes with a weak smile. He’d read my thoughts. “You don’t have to worry about it. That place wasn’t exactly an ideal work environment for me to begin with.”
Luke sighed and then he shook his head. “You keep saying that and I agree, but I still feel terrible. It was a job. You wouldn’t be doing it if you didn’t have to.” His voice had grown somber. He wasn’t smiling anymore. I remained silent, because that was the truth; there was no denying it. He was probably going to figure it out himself anyway. Luke was clearly a smart guy. I worked at the diner because I was desperate for a job, and there was nowhere else I could work in a town like this with few opportunities.
“So, there has to be a way I can make this up to you. Even if it means that I go back to that place and beg that man to hire you back,” he said and I was quick to turn to him.
“No!” I said and my hand accidentally fell on his lap. It happened in a split second; my hand grazed his bulge and I drew it away immediately. My cheeks flushed, and I couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. I was sure that he would be able to see how much I wanted him, just by looking at my face. I was embarrassed that I couldn’t hide my thoughts better.
Luke said nothing, only a soft smile appeared at the sides of his lips and those dimples deepened on his cheeks.
“All right, I won’t do that. Then what else can I do?” he asked and I looked out at the rain. What had been soothing earlier, now posed a threat to me. The rain was keeping me confined in this small space with him. The more time I spent with Luke, the stronger the possibility was that I might end up doing or saying something stupid. Then a thought dawned on me… Was this my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be with a man who looked like this? Should I be taking full advantage of the situation?
I looked back at Luke with a certain bravado in my eyes.
“Nothing, you can do nothing for me,” I said, almost like a challenge. My voice sounded strong as I said it and we were staring at each other. It was like he was studying me, my thoughts, trying to figure out what exactly I meant by that. I was only being honest. There was nothing that he could do for me, but I knew what I wanted him to do.
Luke’s lips were on mine in a flash. It was like something had clicked in him. He lunged at me and our bodies met first, before his lips found mine. My back was pressed against the door window, the heat of my body sizzling against the coolness of the frosty glass. Luke was leaning across his seat to mine. We were kissing furiously. His hand found my chin, and he pulled my face closer to him. I parted my mouth, and his tongue slid in. I could taste him now, breathe in his breath. My eyes remained closed as I enjoyed the moment. How devastatingly glorious it was to be kissed by a man like this.
I found my courage soon enough, allowing my hand to rise and find his neck. Within seconds, I had thrown my arms over his shoulders, hauling my body closer to his. Luke continued kissing me, like he had wanted to do that from the moment we met. I knew I had. Could he have wanted the same thing?
I moaned against his lips when I felt his hands on my neck; he was gently encircling it with his fingers. His skin felt rough and masculine against mine, like he could simply mold me like damp clay. Then his hands began to travel down, down my neck, to the top of my breasts. Through the fabric of my sweater, I could feel him searching out my nipples with his thumbs.
I winced when he found them. He could feel them erect and hardened, even through my top and sweater. He flicked them with his thumb until I couldn’t control myself anymore. I pulled away from him to look at what he was doing.
Luke had a smile on his face as he looked at me. His dark eyes were narrowed; he was focused on my body. And it looked like he meant business, like he was on a mission. His thumbs continued to tease my nipples, and I could feel myself growing wet in my panties. My legs spread apart of their own accord.
When Luke stopped, he didn’t stop for long. Instead of flicking my nipples, he now moved his hand to the spot between my thighs, slipping his hand in under my jeans.
Keeping his eyes on me, he wedged his hand between my legs. He was stroking me. He had found my clit, and he was stroking me gently, making me squirm and wriggle in my seat.
“This will not solve anything, Gemma, but I want you to feel good,” he said in a hoarse voice. I couldn’t reply, I couldn’t even form the words. I threw my head back, knocking it against the damp glass. I could hear the rain outside still, now falling heavily, slamming against the hood of his Mercedes. Luke kept stroking me with one hand. His other hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer to him.
His fingers felt long and hard against my clit, and he knew exactly how to stroke me, tease me to bring me close to the edge. I grabbed my own breasts, squeezing them, I wanted to feel his cock where his hand was. But Luke was on a mission to make me come with just his fingers, without actually taking off a single piece of clothing. And he was going to be successful, I was going to have an orgasm.
I clutched the sides of the seat and bit down on my lip as I came. My hips were moving and my toes curled in my shoes as I thrust my body toward him. He continued to str
oke me, watching me as he made me come for him.
I tried to muffle my scream with a hand, but I could feel my face going red. It was a long orgasm, and it made me forget where I was or even who I was with. This orgasm was all about me, I could only think of myself and how good it felt.
When my labored breathing began to subside and I opened my eyes, Luke began to slide his hand out of my jeans. A smile was growing on his face. I could see that my orgasm had satisfied him as well. Did he think that he had made up for my lost job? I still couldn’t say anything. Now that my orgasm had ended, it was like I could think again. And I could hardly believe what had just happened.
“You have to come to my cabin with me now,” Luke said, settling back down in his seat. I could only raise my eyebrows at him and his handsome face. It was like I had forgotten to speak. Where had he learned to do that? I didn’t even think it was possible to make me come that quickly.
“It would seem quite sleazy if I made you come in my car, parked on the side of a highway in the rain and didn’t at least offer you some coffee and cookies after,” he added, starting his car. I couldn’t protest, I just kept staring at him. Luke gave a small laugh when he saw my face and swerved the car back on to the lane.
“See, Mike was wrong. Now you seem well rested,” he said as his laughter continued.
I smiled at that, too, because he was right. Fuck Big Mike, fuck the diner and the trailer park. I had just had the best orgasm of my life.
Chapter 10
Gemma
I knew about this cabin, tucked away in the woods, that the owners rented out to wealthy clients looking to escape the big city life. Luke drove us there, down a narrow woodland path and parked at the entrance. I was quick to get out of the car, more curious now than I had been before. Marked strictly as private property and under twenty-four-hour surveillance, this cabin had been a source of curiosity and amazement to all the town locals for decades. Very few had actually stepped foot in this place, and now I was here as a guest!
The house had been designed as an elaborate tree house, three-floors tall, and the property around it seemed to spread over several acres. The cabin itself was nestled between trees and surrounded by its own gently flowing creek, like a moat around a castle. The only sounds I could hear were of birds chirping and a soft rustle of leaves in the after-shower breeze.
“This is beautiful,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.
Luke looked up at the cabin appreciatively. “When I found this place, I knew I had to stay here.”
“Where are your colleagues?” I asked, turning to him with bright excited eyes.
“I’ve rented out hotel rooms for them; I wanted to be by myself here,” he told me and placed a hand on my waist. An electric shock went down my spine, from just the touch of his hand. I tucked a few strands of my wild curly hair behind my ears out of nervousness. I was anxious and afraid to go into a place like this. I was in awe and self-conscious of what I was wearing and how I looked. I felt like I wasn’t dressed for the occasion.
“Do you want to go in?” he asked, looking down at me, and I was suddenly reminded of how tall he was. I nodded nervously. It was too late to back out now.
He led me into the cabin, walking over a narrow bridge that connected the driveway to the cabin over the creek. I was still looking around me with amazement. I had heard stories about how lovely this cabin was, but I could never have imagined the reality.
“It’s so peaceful out here, I can’t get enough of it,” he said, pushing open the front door.
I was very conscious of my muddy shoes and unfashionable clothes as I walked into the cabin. It was larger inside than I had expected. and I was immediately blown away by how cozy it looked.
The walls and floors were all wood, of course, and covered with comfy-looking fluffy rugs. A fireplace was already burning in the living room, and rich luxurious leather couches were arranged in a circle around it.
“I know there’s a housekeeper for the cabin. I always find food in the kitchen, someone lights the fire, cleans up the place… but I’ve never seen him or her,” Luke said, turning to look at me as he stood beside the fireplace.
My brows furrowed in surprise. What was that supposed to even mean?
“That is strange,” I said, breathing in the lovely pine scent that the cabin was swathed in.
“The owners have a strict privacy policy. They are very particular about providing their guests with complete privacy and a getaway-experience,” Luke said with a laugh, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
He looked tall and big in the room with its low wooden ceiling. His dark eyes danced like lava in a volcano, as they caught the light of the flames from the fireplace. In his plaid shirt, Luke looked casual and comfortable. He could have been a lumberjack or a hunter, if I didn’t know any better. But the reality loomed in my mind at all times, that Luke was, in all probability, a multi-millionaire. That he would despise me the moment he found out where I lived.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll arrange for some coffee and cookies,” he said with a smile, jerking me out of my nervous thoughts.
“Will you have to make it yourself? Since you can’t get in touch with your housekeeper?” I asked with a laugh.
“I can make coffee, Gemma. I have some basic kitchen skills, if you’re in doubt,” he said before disappearing into another room.
It was warm in the room with the burning fire, and I pulled the sweater off over my head. Folding it neatly, I placed it on the arm of one of the couches, then stood looking at the art on the walls. Everything looked neat and polished and in its place. I couldn’t even imagine going back to my trailer now, where it was difficult to find a single piece of clothing that wasn’t crumpled into a ball.
This was like a fairytale, like a dream that I was going to wake up from very soon. Luke was a figment of my imagination, I kept telling myself. I’d wake up any time to find myself still working in the diner and living in my trailer.
My mind drifted back and forth between feelings of guilt and desire. Was I deceiving Luke? Should I confess to him that I had never seen wealth like this before? I gulped as I thought about my parents in the trailer, sitting on their plastic chairs watching TV. What would Luke think of them?
“Here we are,” he said, approaching with two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands, and a wide smile on his face. I melted into a puddle again.
“I couldn’t find the cookies,” he said and placed the mugs on the coffee table.
“That’s okay, I’m not hungry,” I said, walking over to pick up one of the mugs. I really did need some caffeine in my veins. He watched me as I sipped ferociously from the mug and licked my lips. I hadn’t expected the coffee to taste that bitter or be so smooth. The caffeine went straight to my head and made my neck feel even warmer.
“It’s a fine Columbian ground. I don’t travel anywhere without it,” Luke informed me, settling down into one of the armchairs. I had no clue what he was talking about. The only kind of coffee I had ever tasted was instant and milky. This mug barely had any sugar in it and just a splash of milk. Not that it tasted bad and it definitely performed its job well. I felt fired up immediately after the first sip.
I nodded like I knew what he meant and took one of the other armchairs across from him.
“I didn’t think that coffee could be this important to someone,” I said.
“You should meet my cousin, Martin. He carries bars of this particular Swiss dark chocolate with him everywhere he goes. He has to have one square with a glass of wine every night after dinner.” Luke laughed and took a huge gulp of his coffee.
I smiled, and when he saw my face, we both laughed.
“I’m sure this sounds ridiculous to you. My family is strange,” Luke said when we both stopped laughing.
“Not ridiculous, just funny. Tell me more,” I said, finally relaxing a little. Luke’s laugh had that effect on me, it could put me at ease in an instant.
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p; “Let me think,” he said, drumming his fingers on the mug. “My mother has a fur coat that she has owned since she was fourteen years old. And nobody else knows this, but I’ve seen her cuddling up to it in bed at night,” he said and we both burst out laughing together.
“Are you serious?” I said, my coffee nearly spilling out of my hands. “And what about your father? What does he think of the fur coat in their bed?”
Luke’s smile became slightly weaker, although he still tried to portray a look of nonchalance. “I don’t think my parents have slept in the same bed since I was born,” he said and took a quick gulp of his coffee.
My laughter died immediately, and I looked away from him. I hadn’t meant to pry, and I detected a soft nerve there. But why was he telling me this? I didn’t need to know that intimate detail about his family. I could sense Luke’s eyes on me.
“I suppose your parents are happily married?” he asked and I met his eyes again. He looked genuinely curious; he wasn’t being sarcastic.
“Yes, very happily married,” I replied, nodding my head. “Married for over thirty years and can’t spend one waking moment without each other.”
I hadn’t necessarily thought about it like this before, but I had probably never felt the need to leave home because of how happy the three of us were as a family when I was growing up. Before Dad got sick and had to quit his job at the bar. Before Mom spent all her days worrying about his health. Before it became my responsibility to take care of them, a duty I would never be able to give up.
“That’s good to hear; you don’t see much of that these days. My parents would probably have been happier if they divorced. But they wouldn’t do such a thing to the family wealth,” Luke said, passing me a sarcastic wink. I could see that this was difficult for him to talk about, and I hadn’t really asked him about all this either. It was confusing that he was telling me this about his family, when I knew so little about anything else. We had just met.
