Page 64 of Lipstick Kiss

“She’s fine, but for about two minutes, I thought I’d losther. She thought she was going to die, and I think it polarised how we felt about each other, and then things kinda escalated.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Erica sobbed. “Ignore these,” she said, pointing at her tears. “Pregnancy hormones.”

“You’d cry at a love story without being pregnant, honey,” Archer said.

“True,” she sniffed.

“Help yourself, brother and I’m pleased for you,” Jason said, handing over his key. “There’s plenty of food in the fridge and the freezer. Take some wine. There’s a cooler or the wine rack.”

“Please get her to move in. I worry about her so far away on her own,” Heidi said.

“It’s a quarter of a mile away,” Luke said.

“Still…”

“You have to pass her house to get to work,” he reasoned.

“Still…”

“We’re like an hour old. Moving in and marriage is a little way away, don’t you think?”

Four heads shook left and right, giving their opinion.

“Fine, whatever. I’m going to make sure she hasn’t got any after-effects from falling through a fake floor and probably drinking in five-hundred-year-old sediment.”

“What?” Archer said.

“We found the florins but by accident. But more interestingly, we also found a strange tin at the warehouse.”

“What’s in the tin?” Archer asked.

“Luke won’t tell us until he’s sorted through it. He’s always been the same,” Jason said.

“I need to pick the lock first,” Luke said. “If I find anything interesting, I’ll let you know.”

“I want to come and see what’s in the tin,” Erica said.

“Honey, do you remember the first twelve hours after, you know…?”

Erica cleared her throat and stoked her stomach. “Tell us as soon as you find anything. Should we stop the kids searching the warehouse if there will be stuff belonging to the Turners?”

“Kenny found the tin and didn’t tell the others. I’m not sure they’re interested in old stuff unless it has batteries. I’ll definitely do more walkthroughs when we meet again on Saturday. I love you all, but I need to get back to my girl,” Luke said, raising his hand with the key.

“Bye, Luke,” Heidi cooed.

Archer and Jason laughed as Erica muttered, “He better not fuck up our plans of getting wed and raising babies together.”

Luke chuckled as he walked into Jason’s kitchen, grabbed a basket near the laundry room, and filled it up with the makings for a picnic. He hauled his loot out the back, rested it on the wall, ran back to Jason, and tossed him the key. Luke ran away before Heidi or Erica could quiz him further. Lifting the handle of the basket, he went back to Freya.

Putting the food away in the fridge he raced up the stairs to hear the shower on. He stripped his semi-wet clothes, dumped them in the guest bath, and entered the shower stall with her. Seeing the curve of her bottom sway from side to side as she washed her hair was intoxicating. It wobbled in such an alluring way he dropped to his knees and kissed every inch, moving his hands around to her belly. The soap suds made her the perfect kind of slippery. His fingers searched for her centre, but when he couldn’t get the angle right from where he was kneeling, he pushed his hand between herthighs from behind and played with her that way. Freya’s legs shook as she widened and tilted for him. When he kissed down to the underside of her bottom, she pressed her palms to the tiled wall and dropped her head to watch.

His Peaches was a voyeur.

“Luke, I can’t come again, but you feel so good.”

“Let’s finish washing, and we can get under the covers and get warm.”

Luke wanted to fuck her again, but he didn’t think he had the reserves either. Their ordeal at the caves was hitting him, and he started to feel the loss of Freya, even with her standing in front of him. She left the shower first after she gave him a sultry kiss.

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