Page 29 of My Pucking Valentine

He reaches between us, unbuckling my pants and shoving them down. I’m wearing slide-on shoes. I kick them off, Luke pushes my jeans and panties all the way down to my ankles, and I step out of them. My long coat covers everything that anyone could see.

Luke grabs ahold of the backs of my thighs and picks me up, pressing my back against the wall. I’m wet and ready for him. He doesn’t even have to warm me up, not even a little.

Slowly, he sinks inside of me.

I rear my head back, and it bounces against the door, once, twice, three times as he pounds into my body. Gripping his shoulders, my nails dig into his flesh. I’m sure I’m scoring him there, but I don’t care, and I doubt he does, either.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

“Don’t stop,” I whimper.

TWENTY-SIX

LUKE

I don’t knowif I can hold out long enough to make sure that Clara comes. Gripping the back of her thigh with one of my hands, I release the other and slip my hand between us to press my thumb against her clit as I continue to move in and out of her body.

Her thighs tremble against my hips, and then I feel her cunt flutter around my cock. She’s so fucking close. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers. She moans. I swallow the sound, slip my tongue into her mouth, and taste her.

I slam into her three more times before I bury myself and groan. The sound of clapping wakes me up from my pussy-drunken haze. I lift my head to look over, expecting the guys to be standing around watching us. But they aren’t.

They’re not too far away, just around the corner, but the view is blocked by the lockers that surround us. Clara gasps, and I shift my attention back to her. Her eyes are wide, and her brows are raised.

“They heard us,” she hisses.

I try to hold back my laugh, but it doesn’t happen. I can’t stop myself from chuckling. “Baby, we’re in the same room. They did us a solid by not watching.”

“I’ve never been this way before,” she whispers.

My lips are curved up into a smile. “You don’t know that,” I say. “We haven’t had the opportunity before. Maybe you’ve always been this way?”

She watches me for a moment but doesn’t say anything. Her gaze searches mine. Then, I slowly slip from her body. Her legs drop from my hips, and her feet steady on the floor. When her hands slide from my shoulders to my chest, I grip her waist and tug her closer to me.

Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers. “You’ll marry me,” I state.

“I will,” she exhales. “Today, tomorrow, whatever.”

I smile against her lips and flex my fingers around her waist. “Tomorrow it is,” I state.

Leaning back slightly, I look into her eyes. I arch a brow, waiting to see if she’s up for my suggestion. She smiles up at me, then lifts her arms between us and places her palms against my chest again.

“Valentine’s Day. Next year.”

Fuck.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long, baby,” I murmur.

Clara laughs softly. She smiles as her gaze searches mine before she speaks. “A year will let people forget. A year will give our families time. A year will give us time to be together.”

“We’ve been together,” I murmur.

She bites her bottom lip, her gaze still searching before she continues. “We haven’t been together, not really.”

“You want to date,” I offer.

She nods her head once. “I want to date, Luke. I’ve never done that before, not really.”

Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss. “Whatever you want, baby, you got it.”

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