Page 22 of Just Is Not Enough

You don’t, Kaden. Admit it.

I don’t. The question is, does he? I think Luke and I both know he’s not straight. He wasn’t freaked out by anything we’ve done, never hesitated for a second. It wasn’t like when things started with Tyler. Fuck, I hate comparing him to Tyler. I hate thinking about that jerk at all.

Luke is not Tyler. I need to stop putting him in the same box that asshole created in my head. I need to give him a chance to prove I’m worrying for no reason.

Lips on the nape of my neck snap my attention back to him. His body wrapped around mine makes me feel warm and safe. I could get lost in his arms and be completely happy never leaving. Our breathing has returned to normal, and Luke’s hand splayed out on my stomach brushes gently across my ill-defined abs. They’re nothing like his cum gutters for sure. Forget about six pack, the man has craters between his eight pack. I wanted to lick through every one of them earlier, but I was too eager to get his cock in my mouth again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Luke whispers between kisses on my neck and shoulders.

“I may need to charge a little more. There’s some interesting stuff happening up here right now.” I tap my temple.

“I’m not sure if it’s anything compared to mine,” he huffs a halfhearted laugh.

I can’t help the reaction my body has to his words. I know he felt it too when his arms tighten and squeeze around me.

“Stop. It’s not what you think. I promise.” Luke does his best to assure me.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Besides your body becoming stiff as a board and inhaling like it was your last breath, I know you’ve been worried about me being straight.”

He pauses long enough for me to take in that he’s read me all along.

“What I don’t understand is, why you’re so worried? I’m obviously interested in you. I think you’re interested in me. What does it matter what adjective I used to label myself with?”

Ignoring his question which I am for sure as hell not getting into right now, I question his original comment. “Then what were you thinking about if it wasn’t that?”

“I was thinking how much I’m enjoying my cock still being inside you and wondering how I could take up residence there for the foreseeable future.”

I laugh hard causing my body to shake, and Luke’s softening dick continues sliding out of me. “You’re a fan of cock warming, huh?”

“I am now. Your ass is like someone handing me the answer to every problem I’ve ever had and makes them all better,” Luke whispers.

“Thank. You. I think?” Shaking my head at his ridiculousness.

“Yes, it’s a compliment,” he laughs as he rolls over to throw the condom away I presume and walks off towards the bathroom.

I hear footsteps coming back shortly after, feeling a warm towel gently sweeping down my ass.

“Are you in any pain? I’m sorry if I was too rough.”

Luke keeps surprising me. He fucks like an animal and then is sweet and taking care of me afterwards. No one has ever done that for me.

“I’m okay. I’ll be sore tomorrow I’m sure, but in a good way.” I smile even though he can’t see it.

He pulls me so I lie on my back and continues wiping me down with another warm towel he brought back with him. Sitting over me on his knees, his eyes meet mine. He studies my face like it will give him answers to questions he hasn’t asked.

“What’s the interesting stuff going on up there?” Luke taps on my temple this time, letting his finger slide down my face along my jawline, ending its journey swiping across my lips.

“Do you want the good or the bad?”

Luke’s face scrunches with distaste for his options. “Let’s start with the bad, I guess.” Eyebrows furrowed together, his voice showing no sign of confidence in his choice.

“Earlier your dick was distracting me from licking every inch of your abs,” I give him a coy smile, to which he shakes his head and chuckles.

“I don’t see that as a bad thing, but I’ll happily take a raincheck on the abs licking.”

“Then you’ll need to leave your pants on if I have any chance of completing my mission.”

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