Page 20 of Saving Luke

She wants to see what I can do because she wants to cheer me on. I need this, and I need her. She’s always pushing me to be better, and I know I can do that for her, too. I just need to stop getting in my own way.

She’s standing across the room, leaning on the doorframe, so I stand up and hold onto the furniture along the way instead of using the walker they gave me. I slowly make my way over to her. Once I'm right in front of her, I place my hand on her waist. Her sharp intake of breath is the only sound, though she doesn't say anything.

"Let's go look at Christmas lights tonight after your shift," I say.

I want some time with her. Some time to just be us.

"Luke..." she says.

"My therapist says I need to be in smaller spaces and work on controlling my feelings in them," I say.

I know this is playing a little dirty, but I know she’ll have a hard time saying no to something that will help with my recovery. When she sighs, I know I'm right.

"Okay. I will clear it with Lexi first." That's the best I can hope for. She then helps me work through my PT exercises before heading out. I fill my day with appointments, and during lunch, Brooke comes and finds me. She sits down with me to eat her lunch.

"Lexi cleared it with your doctor, so we are down for Christmas lights tonight, but I am to encourage you to keep the car windows up," she says.

I nod because I knew that would be the case. While I'm dreading that part, I am still looking forward to my time with her.

That evening, once night falls, Brooke helps me out to her car, and we go look at lights.

"My brother has already mapped out some routes because he took the kids out to look at lights the other night. So, I have the scoop on some of the good stops." I can't take my eyes off her tonight. With the way the lights hit her face, she looks so carefree. Even though she’s still in the scrubs she wore to work,she’s the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. When we hit the next traffic light, I lean over and kiss her.

"Luke." She mumbles against my lips, but she kisses me back.

When the light turns green, I pull back, and she has a huge smile on her face. So, at the next traffic light, I do it again. Another traffic light, another kiss. It's the perfect distraction for me that I don’t concentrate on the windows being up, and I'm in a confined space. Between lights, I have my hand on her leg, and I inch closer and closer to her core until I finally brush over it.

"Luke..." she moans.

But this time, when we get to a traffic light, I don't kiss her, but I rub her over her leggings. She leans her head against the headrest and closes her eyes. Then, she lifts her hips, trying to increase the pressure. When the light turns green, I take my hand away, and she lets out a frustrated groan.

At the next light, I trail my hand up her leg and circle her clit. Again, she lifts her hips, trying to get some relief, until the light turns green.

This time, we hit a residential street with a lot of lights, and the traffic is going slow, taking in one house after the other. Brooke keeps looking at me, and I'm looking at her, not paying any attention to the lights.

"Let's go back to your place," I say, and she nods.

In the fifteen minutes it takes us to get across town to her house, it seems like the longest drive in the world. I keep playing with her during each stop, but not letting her fall over the edge.

The moment she pulls into her driveway and puts the car in park, she moves in for a kiss and runs her hand over my cock that has been hard as steel the whole time I've been in the car with her.

"Inside, or we won't ever make it there," I whisper against her lips.

Then, we are unbuckling and making our way inside the house, as fast as we can. Even though I’m still unsteady on my feet, I want to get inside as fast as possible. Dragging her with me to the couch, I pin her down, wasting no time making her come this time. I’ve had her on edge all night, so it doesn’t take but a few strokes of her clit, before she’s digging her nails into my shoulders and screaming my name.

As she catches her breath, I remove my shirt, and her eyes follow my every move. Then, she stands and removes her shirt and pants. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. In her panties and bra, her body is luscious with just the right amount of curves and breasts that I can’t wait to see free. She turns, and I’m so entranced watching her walk down the hallway that I don’t even question why she’s walking away.

Before I can question it too long, she has returned with a condom in her hand and a smile on her face. Before she even makes it to the couch, I’ve removed my pants.

I know I should do the gentlemanly thing and tell her we don’t have to do this and that this isn’t what I came here for, but right now, all I can think about is if I don’t get inside her, I’m going to die.

She straddles me on the couch and scoots back just enough to pull my cock out and give it a few strokes, which makes me even harder.

“I love your hands on me, but if you keep doing that, this will be over before it even starts,” I groan.

She only smiles and opens the condom, sliding it on for me. I bite my lip because even that movement feels too good. Then, she stands and removes her panties before straddling me again.

“You sure?” She asks me.

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