Page 24 of Always Mine

Zoey

“Comeforme,baby.”Luke’s rumbling words hit deep in my gut.

“I’m so close,” I whisper.

He moves his fingers faster over my clit as he thrusts in and out of me from behind.

We’re lying on our sides, my back pressed tightly to his chest. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, grabbing and tugging.

“Yes, Luke…”

The heat starts deep in my core. My head drops back against his shoulder as I pulse around him.

“Fuck, Zo,” he groans. He leans down and bites my neck as my pulsing milks him dry.

I’m dead weight on the bed when he’s done with me. Every single time since this all started two weeks ago, I can barely move after. He grazes his lips over my neck, then pulls me over so I’m facing him.

“Mm. Good morning,” I whisper.

“Yes, it is.” He quickly disposes of the condom, giving me a nice shot of his naked ass in the process.

“Damn, babe.” I give it a quick smack. He immediately flips back over and tackles me, his hand dropping to my ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“You’re gonna get me all riled up again.”

“That doesn’t seem like a complaint.”

“Oh, it’s not,” he growls, reaching for the drawer to grab a condom.

A knock on the door makes us both freeze.Shit.

“Hey, Mom? Are you up?” The door knob turns. “Why’s the door locked?”

I glance at the clock. “Shit. Shit.” Luke leaps out of bed and grabs his clothes. “Closet,” I whisper, as I frantically grab for my clothes.

“Sorry, baby, I’m coming,” I yell toward the door. I throw on shorts, a tee, and my robe, then run for the door, taking a second to calm myself before I open it. Luke and I have been doing this for two weeks. I think we stayed at his apartment all of once before deciding my house was better. When the kids are here, we tell them he stayed late and came over early in the morning. They’re young enough and heavy enough sleepers that they buy it. Normally, we’re in the kitchen cooking breakfast by now, but we got distracted by some particularly hot sex this morning.

I pull the door open to see Alex, my nine-year-old, dressed for school and staring at me.

“Hey, sorry it took me so long. I was in the bathroom.”

He nods. “But why was it locked?”

“Well, we’ve been having conversations about boundaries—” A.J., my six-year-old,lovesto just walk into rooms. Any room. Including my bedroom when I’m changing or my bathroom when I’m cleaning up period blood. It’s good to normalize things, but boundaries are important too. “I locked the door to make sure your brother doesn’t barge in.”

He rolls his eyes. I swear, he’s a teenager in an elementary-schooler’s body. “Does that mean I can lock my door, too?”

“Let’s talk about that later, okay?”

“Okay. Just wanted to see where you were. Usually you’re making breakfast by now. Is Uncle Luke in here, too?”

My eyes nearly bug out. “Why would he be in here?”

“’Cause his car’s in the driveway. I didn’t see him anywhere else.”

Damn it, why does he have to be so smart?

“Oh, uh, yeah. He’s… in the closet. Luke?”

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