Page 114 of Light My Fire

I can guarantee that.

Grabbing my jeans off of the floor, I step into them and then rub my hand over my hair. It feels like I have bedhead.

Pulling the door softly closed behind me, but leaving it open just a crack so a click doesn’t wake Brooke, I go into Jackson’s kitchen. He’s not there, but Luke is, sipping his coffee and looking about as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him.

After I took Brooke into the shower, Jackson cuddled her on the couch until she fell asleep, then Luke carried her to bed. Then he returned to the couch to sleep, which didn’t exactly surprise me. He likes his space. Physical and emotional.

I didn’t give Jackson the option of claiming the bed with Brooke solo. I told him straight out we could each take a side with her in the middle. But Jackson being Jackson, he was fine with it.

“Hey,” I say to Luke. “Where’s Jackson?”

I’m not a huge coffee drinker, so I just grab a glass out of the cabinet and fill it with water from the refrigerator door.

“He walked next door to the coffee shop to get some egg sandwiches. Neither of us felt like cooking this morning. He’s been up for a while. He already took Henley for a walk.”

“How was the couch?” I ask him, after taking a big swallow of my water. I’m dehydrated.

“The couch sucks but I was in a good mood, so I got over it.”

“You look like you’re still in a good mood.”

“I am. How about you?” Luke studies me. “You okay?”

I nod. “I’m good. I didn’t expect to enjoy last night as much as I did. Seeing Brooke?—

“Seeing Brooke what?” a sleepy voice asks.

We turn and see our girl shuffling out of the bedroom, shoving her hair back off of her face.

She’s completely naked, her nipples tight pink peaks on her breasts, her arms covered in goosebumps. I drag my gaze over her, wanting to take in every inch of her gorgeous body, from her sleep heavy eyes to her narrow waist, to the soft sweetness of her pussy, and her long legs.

“Seeing you come like a fucking champ,” I tell her. I’m already striding toward her. “Did I wake you when I got up, gorgeous? I’m sorry.” I pull her in for a soft, tender hug, then I wrap my arms around her. “Good morning.”

Immediately, I squeeze her closer, wanting to feel her warm skin and sweet curves.

She sighs and cuddles into my chest. “No, you didn’t wake me up. This is when I normally have to get up for school.”

I kiss the top of her head, enjoying the press of her bare chest against mine.

She tilts her face up for a kiss, and I’m happy to give her one, brushing my lips lightly over hers.

She wriggles away. “I need coffee.”

She eases past me, and I watch the sway of her hips and her tight little ass, hair tousled and heavy down her back. It’s a fucking beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning.

Luke blocks her path to the coffee pot. “Go put some clothes on,” he tells her shortly. “You’re driving your men crazy and we can’t fuck you again this morning. You need time to recover.”

“But—

“Now.” He takes her by the elbow, turns her back to the bedroom, lightly swats her on the ass, and gives her a gentle push. “Go.”

My jaw drops. I’m about to ask him what the actual fuck, when to my complete shock, Brooke does as she’s told.

She even glances over her shoulder and gives Luke a look shot through with lust, even as she murmurs, “We’re going to have to talk about this later. Thebossything.”

Luke just smirks. “Get dressed, Angel.”

She disappears into the bedroom and I’m overwhelmed with a variety of conflicting emotions I don’t understand. I’m outraged that Luke thinks it's appropriate to talk to her like that. I’m jealous that Brooke clearly likes it, even the light spanking. And I’m also very, very turned on. My dick is currently throbbing.

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