Page 74 of The Lord of Whispers

I didn’t respond to his offer, instead walking out of his bar and toward his bedroom. As I did so, I kicked off my heels, flinging the shoe from my right foot into the distance before kicking my left shoe in the opposite direction. Luke’s laughter rang out through the silence of the house in the early morning as my heels struck objects in the distance. I laughed too, unable to resist the urge to match Luke’s mood.

I continued to walk toward Luke’s bedroom, slipping my tight black dress off in the hallway, allowing it to pool at my feet. Luke trailed behind me, his laughter silenced by the sight of me undressing and moving into his bedroom. Standing in my matching set of a black satin bra and thong, I entered Luke’s room and went to his closet. Finding a soft shirt that smelled like him, I slipped it on and then removed my bra through the armhole of the shirt.

Luke entered his room where he was greeted by the sight of me in his shirt in his bed. He slipped off his shoes as he removed his watch from his sizable wrist. His eyes continued to bore into me.

“You sure about this, Al?” he asked, beginning to unbutton the white button-down he wore. “I can still get you home.”

I had never stayed at his place before. The charade we put on to cover up for my relationship with Jay had never extended that far. But this didn’t feel like part of the charade at all. It felt like something entirely different. In response, I crawled on all fours farther into the bed, allowing my ass to poke out of Luke’s overly large shirt.

Luke ran his thumb across his pouty lower lip and down to the irresistible dimple in his chin, considering, before continuing to strip off his clothes. He stripped down to his gray boxer briefs and came to the side of his bed, stopping to take a sip of water with his eyes still on me.

I rose to my knees, meeting him at the side of the bed, and wrapped my arms around his neck, roughly pulling him onto his bed and on top of me. I pulled his body between my legs, his shirt that I was wearing pushing up to expose my stomach and the only other piece of clothing I wore. Luke pulled up from my embrace as I lay on my back with my legs loosely wrapped around him.

“Al, you’re wasted,” Luke admonished.

“Don’t be that way,” I responded.

He looked at me skeptically.

“Ok. I’m alittledrunk,” I admitted with a smirk.

The liquor in me made me want to do something wild and reckless, but I still knew what I was doing.

“But we both know we’ve wanted this for a long time, Luke. Tell me I’m wrong,” I demanded, tightening my legs around his waist until his boxers rubbed against my satiny panties.

I felt Luke harden against me. I curved my body into him, pressing my aching sex into his thickness, and whatever control he had disappeared. He collapsed onto me, lowering his mouth hungrily to mine, his soft lips caressing mine before he slid his tongue into my mouth, probing, as he pressed his muscled body against mine.

I reacted to the feel of him in my mouth vehemently, desperately wrapping my arms around his muscled back, pulling him closer into my body as I returned his kiss passionately. I began to writhe against him as our mouths fed at each other like I was trying to eliminate the possibility of air between our bodies. I reached my hand down toward the band of his boxers, and Luke pulled away from our embrace once more.

“Al,no,” he said. His hands dug into my thighs, keeping me separated from him. “Not like this,” he whispered quietly but firmly.

“You don’t tell me no,” I said defiantly, half-joking, half-serious.

Luke took a deep breath.

“Al, what do you think I am? A fucking god?” he asked, squeezing his hands on my thighs until little white marks formed under his grip, his hands almost shaking in his effort to hold back.

“It’s a godsdamn miracle that you aren’t on all fours with me buried inside of you right now,” he said with heat in his voice that turned my core into liquid. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here.I promise,” he finished, sounding exasperated with himself.

I didn’t like being told “no,” but I knew he was right.

“Ugh,” I sighed, disappointed, my legs still wrapped around him.

I tried not to picture what Luke had suggested. Me, on my hands and knees with him behind me, his strong hands lined up on the dimples on my lower back, as he pulled me into him at the same time he thrusted into me. The ache between my thighs disagreed emphatically, but Luke was right.Thiswasn’t right.

Seeing the disappointment on my face, Luke laughed, dissipating the tension between us. I loosened the grip of my legs around him as he continued to laugh. I laughed too.

“You know, Luke, laugh all you want, but someday I’m going to be yours and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it,” I promised, not making any sense, drunk and already beginning to fall asleep.

I retreated to my side of the bed and began to fall asleep almost immediately.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Luke retorted, pulling my body into the crook of his own.

36

Alarie

Luke’s t-shirt pooled over my dress from the night before. I tied it in a knot in the back, so it didn’t look like I was wearing just his t-shirt. Luke walked me home that morning. We shared a comfortable silence, not really feeling the need to discuss the events that had transpired between us the night before.

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