Page 9 of Off the Hook

He kissed her tenderly, feeling like an asshole for hurting her. “I’m so sorry, Abbey.”

She took a deep breath. Then another. She smiled up at him and nodded. “It’s okay. I’m okay now. You can move.”

Slowly he pulled out and slid back inside. So tight. She gripped his cock like a vise. He looked down at her sweet, angelic face. Her eyes shone bright as she grinned up at him. “You’re all right, princess?”

“Yes. That felt good. Keep going, Luke.” Abbey lifted her hips in invitation.

He wasn’t going to argue. Slowly at first, he thrust in and out of his woman. Damn straight she was his now. She clung to him like a lifeline, and he felt ten feet tall.

“Oh, Luke. You feel so good.” Abbey groaned.

Unable to hold back, he pistoned in and out of her harder and faster. Her slickness made it a little easier now, but she was still incredibly tight. “I know, princess. It’s so good.”

When he felt his spine tingle and his balls draw up tight, he reached between them and rubbed her swollen little clit until she screamed out her release, convulsing around his cock. He followed her over, emptying himself into the condom. Together they lay entwined, damp with sweat, clinging to each other while their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Luke pushed aside a few sweat dampened strands of hair from Abbey’s forehead and smiled down at her. His heart swelled with affection for his woman. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. She gazed up at him with such emotion, his eyes stung.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah. Wow.” He carefully pulled out, trying not to feel guilty when she winced. He kissed her nose, and she giggled. Music to his ears. “I’ll be right back.”

He ditched the condom and cleaned up in his master bath. Glancing at himself in the vanity mirror, he chuckled. His hair stuck up from Abbey’s tugging. He chose to leave it. His skin was flushed from coming, and his eyes were bright.

More important was what he felt. He couldn’t shake the feeling something special had happened between them, Abbey’s virginity aside. They had a future together. He felt it in his soul. They had something special. They belonged together. They had started something amazing.

With a determined nod of his head, he wet a washcloth and set out to take care of his woman like a good man should. And he would take good care of his princess, she’d see.

Just like his dad had taken care of his mom, and Darren had taken care of him. Because that’s what the Strykers did. They took care of each other. They took care of the ones that mattered to them. And Abbey mattered.

She lay there, her golden hair fanned out against the white pillowcase, dozing. He stood beside the bed, gazing down at her in awe for a second. Abbey must’ve sensed him watching and partially drifted awake.

Her dreamy smile made his cock react, but there wasn’t time for round two. They needed to get some sleep before breakfast and practice.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” she whispered.

“It’s all right.” She didn’t put up much resistance as he cleaned her up. His stomach knotted when he saw the evidence he’d taken her virginity on the towel. He sighed. It was over. They were past it now. She was asleep again by the time he finished. He figured that was probably a good thing.

Since she was a girl, he assumed losing her virginity must have been emotional for her. Hell, he wasn’t a girl, and it had been emotional forhim.

He clicked off the nightstand lamp and slipped into bed beside her. She jerked slightly. “Oh, sorry. I’ll head back to my room,” she mumbled softly.

Hell no.That wasn’t happening. Gently he positioned her against him so her head rested on his chest and placed a leg over one of his. When he wrapped his arms around her, he felt at peace. This was how he should sleep every night. Wrapped up with his princess.

The scent of sex still lingered, but so did Abbey’s. “You’re staying right here with me.” Luke stroked her arm lazily as he slowly wound down. “You smell like cherry blossoms, princess.” He felt her smile against his chest.

“It’s my body lotion,” she whispered. “When I first saw you at my parents’ house, you reminded me of a Viking with dimples.”

In the darkness of the night, too exhausted to laugh, Luke smiled. God, but he was crazy about her. “Then that makes you my lady Viking. I’ll have to look up what they call lady Vikings.”

Abbey kissed his chest, and he sighed, feeling more content than he ever had in his life. “You’re a nerd just like me, aren’t you?” she asked, just before drifting off to sleep.

“I guess I am. That’s why we’re perfect for each other,” he said before sleep claimed him.

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