“Luke...” she whines, “it’s perfect.”
I nudge her thighs apart and caress the hot place between her legs. I can’t feel much through her jeans, but Isla whimpers and rests her hand behind her so she’s leaning back on the boulder.
Her jeans have an elastic waist, and I slide my hands down them. Her underwear is soaked, and she whimpers when I touch her.
“Oh baby girl, you’ve needed this, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” She bites her lower lip and glances around the empty rest area. “What if someone comes?”
“The boulders shield us from the road, and no one’s coming here on a fucking freezing day in January.”
She giggles, and it turns into a moan as I find her sensitive core.
“The only person who’s going to come is you. Sit back and enjoy it.”
I kiss her neck, and she turns to me. Perspiration beads on her forehead, and her eyes are pools of desire. My dick aches for her, and I feel a yearning so strong to be a fucking normal man to be able to give her everything she needs. But this will have to do.
I caress her slick center, keeping my movements slow and controlled, reading her expression to figure out what she likes.
“Luke…” Every time she whimpers my name my chest squeezes.
My lips find hers, and she kisses me hungrily as my hand moves inside her.
She breaks away as it becomes too much, leaning against the rock, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She squeezes around my fingers and cries my name as the climax consumes her, her body releasing the tension she’s been carrying around for too long.
“You’re beautiful.” She turns her face to me, and her eyes are hooded. The moment we make eye contact, I press against her center, and she cries out. I drag her over the edge again and again until she’s a trembling mess against me.
Only then do I slide out of her panties and enfold her in my arms. She leans again my chest with a contended sigh.
We stay like this for a long moment, and it’s only aftera long silence when I look down at her do I realize she’s fallen fast asleep.
I brush a strand of hair off her face and hold her tighter. For this moment, Isla is mine. Even if it can’t be forever, I have this moment.
9
ISLA
It’s been three days since Luke took me for a ride on the back of the bike and reminded me I’m a woman and not just a mom.
Every time he’s near me, my body tingles at the memory. I long for him to touch me again, but I don’t know how to ask.
Today I’m sitting in a corner of the restaurant with the laptop that Nate, or Bit Rate as the guys call him, set up for me to work from.
Although I’m not getting any work done today. Danni brought Cody through a little while ago. He’s fussy and won’t settle and wouldn’t stop crying until she handed him over to me.
I press my hand to his forehead, but there’s no temperature.
“What’s got you worked up, little guy?” I kiss the top of his downy head, and he nuzzles into me. I’ve been spending more time working recently, and maybe he justmisses his mommy. I close the laptop lid. I can work later while he’s having his nap. For whatever reason Cody needs me today, and that’s fine by me.
He only fed an hour ago, but I undo my maternity top to see if he’s hungry. He finds my breast and latches on, and that seems to calm him. It still amazes me that I can nourish my baby and provide comfort for him through my boobs. I’ve learned a new appreciation for my body over the last several months.
I glance at the clock behind the bar, and my stomach flutters. It’s almost noon, which means Luke will come in from the garage soon, and we’ll eat together. It’s become our routine over the last few weeks, and I look forward to it. Conversation flows easily with Luke and he makes me laugh, which I hadn’t done a lot of before I got here.
I’m a different woman than the one who turned up here a few weeks ago, scared and embarrassed. Now I’ve got a job and a place to stay, and the women have become friends. And I’ve got Luke, although I have no idea what that means. He hasn’t kissed me again since we went out on the bike. I don’t know what he’s thinking or what he feels. I don’t know if he’s just being kind or if he has feelings for me.
Maybe he’s holding back to give me time, or maybe it’s something to do with his disability. But I don’t see the disability when I’m with Luke. I just see the man. Maybe it’s because he’s adapted so well. He’s patient with himself and never complains. The clubhouse has been adapted to be accessible. He’s at home here, and it’s starting to feel like my home too.
“For God’s sake, Isla, put your tits away.”
