I knew how he felt.

  Luke had inspired all sorts of aches and wants since I’d first seen him. Things I’d tried to fight, yet here we were, in his house, about to cross boundaries we’d never come back from. When his hand rose, I didn’t flinch. I stayed still, waiting for his touch on bated breath. His hand was calloused and warm and somehow exactly what I needed.

  “I don’t know how you’re so damn soft all the time.” I rolled my eyes because it felt like a lie. He hadn’t touched me before. “And you smell like sin and mercy and—“ His jaw clenched as he leaned in closer. “And mine.” His words were rough against the side of my face. “Tell me I can kiss you, Cookie. Tell me I can have you.”

  “For tonight?” I’d meant to say it for clarification, but it came out as a question.

  The raw vulnerable underside of me was showing my heart. Something about the way he stared back at me made me feel like he knew that. Like somehow, Luke March could see right through me, all the way through to the jagged, frayed edges, and for some reason still wanted me. His hand stroked the side of my face, his face set as if he had an endless amount of patience.

  “Forever, Cookie. I want you forever.”

  “That’s a long time, Sheriff.” Something in his gaze dimmed.

  “Back to sheriff, are we?” I opened and shut my mouth, but he smiled at me like it wasn’t a big deal. Almost like he had expected it. Maybe would have been disappointed if I hadn’t.

  “One day at a time, and you’ll see that even forever won’t be enough for me when it comes to you,” he added, making me feel all warm and fuzzy.

  Shit. How the hell was a girl supposed to stay strong when a man like Luke said things like that?

  7

  luke

  I leaned forward, unable to hold back from my baser needs, and kissed her. I’d intended it to be soft and sweet. Slow. I didn’t want her to feel rushed. But the road to hell was paved with sorts of good intentions.

  The moment our lips touched and she moaned softly, any and all control broke. My hand drifted to the back of her head while the other pressed dangerously low on her back, just a smidge above her ass.

  And Olive? Olive’s fingernails dug into my chest, scraped their way up to the collar, resting on my shoulders as she pressed her sexy little body against mine. Her lips parted, silently requesting me to deepen it, something I was more than happy to do. Our tongues lashed, and her taste bloomed on my tongue. I’d known I’d be addicted, but fuck me, this went past that.

  Olive, my sweet little cookie, was my religion.

  My obsession.

  My air.

  “Baby,” I groaned, and she whimpered when I pulled away, her lips seeking mine once again. And fuck if that little move on its own didn’t make me lose my ever-loving mind. My mouth crashed against hers. Rougher this time. Passionate. Our teeth scraped and tongues slid against each other. It was like a damn had been broken and there was no going back.

  Oli’s sweet little hands were suddenly making quick work of undoing the buttons of my shirt. Before I knew it, the heat of her hands pulling my shirt down and over my shoulders trailed against my exposed skin. She pulled away, her drunken gaze fell to my chest, and she licked her lips like she was suddenly hungry.

  “Wow. You’re… wow.” She swallowed. I chuckled, shaking my head.

  “You’re wearing too much,” I muttered.

  “You should do something about it, then,” she challenged, making my cock throb against my jeans. I loved how sassy she was. How fearless she was to put things out there.

  I turned her around, making her face a mirror I’d somehow let my sister talk me into hanging up. Thank god for small favors. Olive was flush up against my front, and I took a deep breath trying to find some kind of semblance of control.

  But it didn’t help.

  Not when all I could smell, all I could feel, all I could taste was Olive.

  “You always smell so fucking sweet,” I gritted through my teeth. Our gaze locked on one another in the mirror as my hands slowly moved up her arms. The pads of my fingers dragged up until I reached the slope of her shoulders.

  “It’s the cookies.” She gasped, and I shook my head.

  “It’s you, baby. It’s all you,” I rasped, pressing my lips against her temple.

  “You’re teasing,” she complained breathlessly.

  “It’s called foreplay.” I kissed my way down the sweet curve of her ear. Fuck, who would have thought ear lobes could be sexy? I doubted there would be a spot of Olive Trejo that wouldn’t make me hard.

  “I don’t need it.” My lips moved to the crook of her neck to hide a smile I knew she wouldn’t appreciate. My cookie was ready to crumble for me, and fuck if that didn’t make my cock pulse to its own beat.

  “I know.” It sounded cocky, but it was honest. “I bet if I slide my hand down between your legs, that tight little pussy of yours would be soaking wet for me,” I rasped filthily. But she didn’t mind it. Oli loved my dirty mouth.

  Her head dropped, resting on the center of my chest as her perfect ass ground against me. “Luke,” she whimpered.

  “Fuck, I love you saying my name, Cookie.”

  “Please,” she whined.

  “Would I find you wet, baby?” My voice was unrecognizable in my own ears.

  “Soaked.” She gasped as my lips sucked at her neck. When I bit down, she whimpered, but fuck if she didn’t press up against me even closer.

  “Hmm,” I vibrated.

  One of the arms I had clamped around her waist moved down, and I touched the skirt of her dress. Without taking my eyes off her, my fingers skimmed the warm, soft flesh of her thighs, and I didn’t stop my exploration until I reached the edge of her panties. Part of me would have loved to draw it out to edge both her and me, but I didn’t have that in me anymore.

  I was too keyed up and too fucking far gone.

  My hand traced the edge of her waistband until I reached her belly button, then shifted under her panties and didn’t stop until I was there. Cupping her mound, soaking in the wet heat that surrounded me.

  “Fuck,” I growled, kissing her cheek while watching her every expression. “You’re so fucking wet, and I’m hardly touching you, Cookie.”

  “Please, Luke.” She squirmed, trying to get closer.

  “You keep begging prettily like that, you’re going to get exactly what you want.”

  “Luke, please.”

  “Please what, Oli baby? You want my fingers?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, and I didn’t hesitate. I slid the pads of my middle and pointed finger between her lips. She was so wet, so messy, they glided beautify back and forth until I reached her entrance and shoved them inside.

  “Yes!” she hissed, her hands gripping the material of my pants.

  “Fuck, Cookie. Look how you’re taking my fingers. Shit, I can only imagine how well this perfect little cunt’s going to take my cock. You’re so wet. Tight.” She clung to me as I fingered her. Kissing her neck as I stared at her.

  My girl didn’t look away.

  The moment was erotic and intensely intimate. More intimate than anything I had ever experienced in the past. How many times did I picture doing this? Having her in my living room, two fingers deep, listening to her soft moans grow louder and louder as she begged me to take her. I knew we were at the point of no return despite how I was playing things. Before I’d know it, I would be balls deep inside of her. Finally.

  “Please,” she whined beautifully.

  “Please what, baby?” I had no idea how the hell I had the control to tease her. Everything inside me yelled at me to give her what we both wanted so badly. “All you gotta do is ask,” I rasped, breathing in her sweet scent. The desperation and need shined in her eyes. “All you have to do is ask.”

  “Touch me.”

  “I am,” I breathed, nuzzling her neck before kissing and sucking on the spot that made her squirm and rub against me earlier.

  “I need…” She was a stubborn little thing, and I might be sick in the head for how fucking hot it got me.

  My eyes dropped to the swells of her breasts. Fuck, they left me breathless. I doubted I’d ever been that hard and ready to go. I gave her neck more attention. Kissing it open mouthed and wet to sucking and biting, all in hopes of leaving some kind of mark on her.

  If that made me a goddamn caveman, so be it.

  “Fuck me.” I stilled. My body froze, mind going berserk. I hadn’t expected her to ask for it. Not so soon. “Fuck me, Luke,” she repeated. My eyes rose and connected with hers.

  “Please,” she said, and I blinked. “Please fuck me,” she begged and squirmed. Her tits jiggled, and I snapped.

  “You want my dick, Cookie?” She nodded and turned around. Her eyes still blazed with the confidence that exuded from every pore.

  “Show me,” I demanded like a fucking bastard. “Show me how much you want my dick.” My woman didn’t hesitate.

  She fell to her knees, her hands moved to my belt, and before I knew it, my thick length sprung free of its confines just as her smooth hand wrapped around it.

  “Take your tits out for me,” I ordered too roughly.

  This was wrong.

  She deserved to be worshipped and loved gently on a bed covered in nothing but satin and rose petals. Savored. But here I was, like an asshole, making her get on her knees for me.

  But she didn’t complain.

  If anything, Olive licked her lips and shimmied out of the thin straps of her dress, pulling them over her shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the top of her dress fell to her waist, and her tits jiggled in front of me, making my mouth water.

  “Like this?” When her hands cupped her tits. I swallowed. A tinge of pink washed over her face and chest.

  “Good girl,” I praised. “Now play with those nipples.” I needed to watch her do as I asked. And to my fucking shock, without complaint or sass, Olive did. My cookie rolled her fingers around the tightened dark peaks back and forth. Her nipples were the color of semi-sweet chocolate chips. Fitting, since she was my favorite cookie from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. My hands moved and touched her, and she whimpered, moaning my name softly.

  Her lips parted as she mewled and squirmed.

  I couldn’t help myself.

  Absentmindedly, with my free hand, I took a hold of my length, stroking myself as I watched the rapturous sight she made.

  “Look at you, Cookie.” My blood felt like it was blazing white hot as it ran through my veins, most of it probably down south as I jerked myself. Using the bead of clear liquid that had beaded up as lube. “So fucking pretty. Jesus, babe, never seen anything more stunning than you.”

  “Luke.” She licked her lips, leaving them shiny and wet. My cock strained to get closer, her warm breath already tickling and making my balls tighten at the base.

  “What do you want, baby?” I asked, stroking her face.

  “May I?” Her eyes dropped to my cock.

  The moment my hands dropped to my sides, she was there, wrapping hers around the girth of my dick. The sight of that small delicate hand I knew was so damn strong and capable made me weak in the knees. But it was her mouth as she leaned closer, enveloping those beautiful, perfectly made lips wrapped around the head of my dick that went to my head faster than the first time I’d taken a shot of Jim Beam.

  Everything disappeared.

  Deep guttural noises escaped from me as I let the bliss of her warm cavernous mouth take me. Little by little, inch by inch. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and I let the sensations take over.

  “Fuck,” I growled. My hand covered the back of her head, fingers tangled with her dark tresses. She opened wider, struggling with my girth but determined to take more of me. I forced my eyes open to watch the show. Shit, she was a sight to behold. If I let her do any more, this whole fucking thig would end before it really got started.

  And fuck that if I was going to nut in her mouth.

  Not the first time.

  Not when my seed already painted her skin. No. I needed to watch my cum slip out from between her thighs. Something snapped inside of me, and I stepped back. Hating and loving the dirty sight it created. Saliva strings connected from my woman’s mouth to my cock, and she whimpered like I’d fucking taken away her favorite toy.

  “Luke.” She pouted, but I shook my head. Lifting her up, I turned her back around and pushed her gently against the entrance table that sat under the mirror.

  “You liked sucking your man, baby?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, her lips swollen and plump.

  “You’re incredible at it. Too good.” I winked, and she preened. “I think we both know it’s time for more,” I mumbled.

  Taking the hint, both our hands made quick work of lifting her skirt as she bent forward. Her panties were already shredded thanks to what we’d done in the lot, and when I looked at her, my mouth watered for another taste.

  “Fuck it,” I growled, leaning forward, needing her sugary essence coating my tongue while I fucked her.

  “Shit,” she hissed. “Yes! Right there!” she cried, clenching the table, arching her ass for me, opening her legs wider. “I’m too close, Luke…” Her voice cracked. “Please, baby, fuck me,” she pleaded so fucking desperately, so damn beautifully, there was nothing else I could do but give into her every whim. “I need…I need you,” she breathlessly begged. It snapped me into action. Standing up to my full height, holding my cock in my hand, I lined it up with her dewy entrance.

  “Look at how wet you are,” I rasped.

  “Please,” she almost growled, looking over her shoulder at me.

  “Tell me you’re mine.” I was a fucking bastard. I didn’t dare look down at where we were almost connected.

  “Luke,” she gasped.

  “Tell me.” Sweat beaded at my forehead as she arched her back, lifting that pussy closer to my mushroom tip.

  “I’m yours,” she huffed. With an arrogant smile on my face, one of a very proud male getting what he wanted, I thrust inside of her. Deep. In one long motion. She moaned with pleasure, and my balls drew up tighter. I was shocked and impressed with myself that I didn’t come right then and there.

  I loved the soft hungry sounds she made.

  Her tight little snatch molded and stretched around me, gripping me like a glove. Glancing down at where we were connected, I wished I had my phone to take a picture to commemorate the moment and add it to the pile of other pictures I’d taken of her.

  “Fuck!” she cursed. Her head dropped as her ass tipped higher, somehow taking me just a little deeper. I stayed still. As much as I wanted to jack hammer into her, I would never risk hurting her.

  “Too much?” I breathed through my mouth. Sweat started to roll down my neck.

  “No.” Her head shook. “Just…” she started to say but stopped. My hand soothed her back, and when I started to pull back, she covered my hand on her hip and squeezed. “Stay,” she breathed. “Please.”

  “Not if⁠—“

  “It doesn’t hurt.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Just… it’s so good. I’m so full.” Fucking hell, her words went to my head. With one hand at the middle of her back, pressing it down, while the other cupped her hip, I started to move. In and out.

  As slowly and carefully as I could manage, I worked my cock in and out of her body, fucking her, loving her as gently as I could, but when she started to throw her ass back, meeting me thrust for thrust, I knew my girl needed more.

  “Harder?” I panted, unable to string two words together. Thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as me since she grunted while nodding.

  We started to move faster. In sync, our bodies found a rhythm of their own. The living room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping together. Quicker and quicker.

  “Babe,” I growled, sweat coating both our bodies. I covered her back with my front, loving the way her bare skin felt against mine. I reached between us to find that swollen bundle of nerves.

  “Luke!” she squeaked, her head resting on my shoulder.

  “Look in the mirror, baby,” I panted. “Look at us. Look how fucking right we are together.” Fuck, the sight was something to behold.

  “Baby,” she whined, and when our eyes connected, I started to rub her clit in circles. “Like that. Just like that.” Her lips parted, eyes widened, and I felt it before she made a sound.

  Her body spasmed around my cock, pulling me in deeper, milking my cum from my balls. But I didn’t let go. Not until my name was on her mouth so fucking loud I didn’t care if the neighbors heard. With a hand around her neck, holding her body pressed against mine, I came.

  My ass clenched taut as ribbon after ribbon erupted and flooded her pussy while my lips pressed against the side of her face. Slowly panting, trying to catch my breath, I looked at our reflection. We were both sweaty, our hair disheveled. The dress still clung to her waist, but she was topless as she leaned against me, trusting me to hold her up, unworried

  “Wow,” she breathed with a satisfied smile as she rested against my chest. “That was… I didn’t know it…” She swallowed, trying to catch her breath. “I didn’t know it could be like that.” A smile I knew I would never forget graced her face.

  “Me either, Cookie.” I pressed my lips against her temple and kissed her before I stepped back.

  The soft gasp of losing me would echo in my head for the rest of my life. I bent and picked my shirt off the ground before lifting her up like a groom would his bride and carried her to the couch. Sitting down, with my woman on my lap, my seed dripping out of her, was one of the best feelings I’d ever experienced. She rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closely watching me in the comfortable silence that had fallen between us.

  “Open up for me, baby,” I directed, and when she did, I had to swallow hard and fight my body from reacting even harder.

  Puffy and pink, my cream pie slipping from between her folds. It was so fucking beautiful I wished again I could snap an image of it. But it was so private, so precious, this was something I’d never dare risk someone else getting a glimpse of.

 

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