Page 9 of Lose Me In The Shadows

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned, and he groaned in response. But as fucking amazing as this felt, it wasn’t enough.

He pulled out, grinning with satisfaction when Kara complained, “What the fuck? Don’t stop!”

He smacked her ass again before grabbing her around her hips, turning her in his arms, and backed her up against the cave wall.

“Legs around my waist,” he ordered, not even waiting for her to comply before he shoved himself back inside her. Her screams bounced off the cave walls, and Luke realized distantly that it might bring a park ranger running, and that a rough fuck against a wall of a cave filled with stalactites was not his wisest move. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. Let someone come. Let the cave fall. He’d scare any curious or concerned rangers away, protect her from falling rubble and rock with his body, and if he died, he couldn’t imagine a better way to go.

God, he was getting so close. Fortunately, so was she. Kara was clenching around him flooding his cock and balls with wetness.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”

“Are… you….” She gasped as he pounded away in her, “going to come for me?”

Luke grunted. “You first,” he said, but he could barely hold back the heat and pressure. Reaching a hand between her ass cheeks, he rubbed his thumb in a circle around her little hole back there.

That did it. Gasping, she tightened around him like a vise, her screams and cries echoing off the walls of the cave. The glazed look in Kara’s eyes was too much. Luke followed her over, release, relief rushing out of his body, and something like elation filling him back up.

Finally, he pulled out, carefully lowering to his knees, Kara’s legs still wrapped around him, her sweaty tits in his face. Laughing, gasping, he bit her cleavage, and she smacked his head before groaning.

“That was… that was… I don’t know what that was,” Kara said, and Luke silently agreed.

He was in so much trouble.

He rearranged them so he was sitting and she was in his lap.

“We should probably get dressed and go,” she said, pulling away. He caught her around the waist before she could climb off him. Conor had shared that after an orgasm laid her bare, Kara went into shut down mode. She’d succeeded with Conor, but after being inside her sweet pussy and getting glimpses at the sensitive girl beneath the invulnerable woman, Luke would be damned if she got away from him.

He was keeping her. It might ruin the two most important relationships in his life, and the idea of the man he was, but it didn’t matter. Kara Blum was his now.

But first he had to get her to stay—to want to stay.

“Sweetheart, I want to thank you for being vulnerable with me earlier. I’m sure it wasn’t easy—” he knew it hadn’t been “—and it means a lot that you’d trust me with something so painful for you.”

She laughed. “It’s not normal for me.”

He nodded against her head, briefly distracted by that floral smell mixed with her sweat again. She was the perfect mix of sweet and filthy.

“I’m gonna ask you—can you be little more vulnerable? I understand that you’re scared, but I’d like to understand why.”

She tensed in his arms, silent. He held on for dear life, and it worked. After a bit, she relaxed, speaking into his chest so he had to listen carefully.

“Back in New… back in a past life, I thought I had something real with someone who thought I was a fun sidepiece. I gave up my whole life to be with him, and did something awful, and lost almost everything and everyone who mattered—and I deserved to. And then I left to find a new life, and the first time I thought I could have something vulnerable and real with someone, I left before he could prove me wrong. The second time I felt that way,heleft. So I’m batting zero strikes right now, or whatever the baseball metaphor is in this case, and I’m really scared to tee up again.”

She paused, wrinkling her nose. “I’m mixing sports metaphors. Anyway,” she brushed this off. “I think I could really like you, and maybe there could be something real here, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk being wrong again, especially because I keep being wrong. I told myself tosuck it up, buttercup,because if I didn’t get out of the goddamned car I was going to blow it with you, and I think if I blow it with you, I’ll regret it for a long time. But the tough love talk wasn’t working, and I was fighting with myself when you found me. I’m not usually this hesitant or…” she searched for a word.

“Wishy-washy?” he supplied. That pain in Luke’s chest was still there, but it had morphed into something sharper, sweeter.

“Yeah, wishy-washy.” Her smile was small and sad. “I’m normally decisive, even if the outcome isn’t always great. But you threw me for a loop. If this is all too much for you, I understand.”

Sweeter still. The mention of Conor and Micah hurt, and he couldn’t help but feel like he might be nothing more than a consolation prize, except if that were true, why would this girl, who had been so closed off with Conor, be telling him this? Why would she be telling him about her past, when he was sure she’d never said a word about it to MicahorConor?

As she shared her past, he was reminded about the initial goal. Whatever her secret was, it might actually end both Conor and Micah’s interest in her, and restore their trio to what it was. Loyalty to his friends said he find out what it was, deliver it to Micah—who would in turn deliver it to Conor—and then disappear. Keeping it from Micah would be one more lie, and they were already stacking up.

I think if I blow it with you, I’ll regret it for a long time.

At this point, what was one more lie?

He felt his loyalties shifting, and he let them.

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