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“There you go again.” Luke chuckles. “Spit it out. What’s going on up here?” He taps the side of my head. I can feel my face heating.
“I…” I lick my lips to delay my confession. “I used to daydream about you.” I look up to see his reaction. Surprise then a smug expression comes over him as he gives me another sultry smile.
“Hmmm,” he murmurs, “care to share these daydreams?” My face floods with heat again. He laughs out loud at my flushed face.
“They weren’t nearly as good as what we did earlier,” I answer him with a coy grin on my face. I raise up on my elbow to kiss his mouth. He opens for me, allowing my tongue to explore his delectable mouth. He lets me lead, but not for long. He rolls me to my back as he covers me with his body. My hands go up into his hair as he devours my mouth. I could kiss him all day, but a knock on his door brings an abrupt halt to our make out session.
“Luke?” Bo calls from the other side of the door. “You alive in there?” Before Luke can answer, Bo opens the door and enters. I reach for the covers to hide Luke’s naked ass and my bare legs from Bo’s sight, but it’s too late. “Ah shit! Sorry.” Bo backs out of the room, closing the door. “Fuck, dude lock your door next time. I can never unsee your bare ass. My eyes!” He makes some pseudo-crying sounds from the hallway.
“Give me five minutes,” Luke calls out. Bo laughs from the other side of the door.
“Dude, don’t tell me that shit!” Bo’s laughter fades as does his voice. “You can surely last longer than that.” My face flushes brightly as Luke groans into my neck before he too is laughing.
“Sorry about him,” Luke says through his laughter. “I should have locked my door, but I didn’t think about it. I’m not used to having them stay over.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him. “At least I was dressed, well sort of.” Luke grins down at me.
“Yes.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips. “That is a good thing. I’d hate to have to kill my own brother for seeing you naked.” It’s my turn to laugh at the seriousness in his voice. “Not kidding baby, my brothers do not get to see you, only me. No one else, but me.” His possessiveness has me wet between my thighs. I never thought I’d want to be with a man possessive like this, but it’s a huge turn on, in the moment. I raise up and kiss him deeply wishing we had more time. I want to feel him spilling inside me, again. He returns my kiss, dominating me completely. My legs part, allowing his groin to slip between them. I wrap my legs around his waist and undulate against him. He groans against my mouth. “Fuck baby, I wish we had time to continue this, but we need to get moving.”
“I know,” I whisper, peppering him with quick closed mouth kisses between my words. “We will have time later?” Do I sound needy? Probably, but I don’t care. I need to confirmation.
“Absolutely, baby girl,” Luke replies immediately. “We have things to do today, but when we’re back home tonight…I want you here with me, in my bed.” My face hurts with how big I’m smiling at this gorgeous man. He smiles too before reluctantly pulling away after a tender kiss. “We better get moving.”
I slide out his bed and watch in fascination as he deftly moves himself out of bed and into his chair, wheeling himself toward the bathroom. “I’d ask you to join me, but then we’d never get ready.” We both laugh, knowing his statement is true. I manage to find my sleep shorts, pulling them on before I slip out of his room and down the hall to my own to get dressed for the day.
When I’m alone in my room, I lock the door before heading into the ensuite bathroom. I strip out of his t-shirt making sure to put it in a safe place. I want to feel it on my skin again. When all this is over, it might be the only thing I have left to remember him by. I turn on the shower letting the water warm while I takecare of morning business. Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water soothe the soreness from my limbs. I can’t keep from smiling as I remember why I’m sore in the first place. It’s been more than a year since I’ve had sex. My vibrator and dildo have been my only partner for a long time. I have to say, Luke is so much better. I need to get my mind off this. It won’t last. I’m not good enough for him even if my life wasn’t shit. Then Mom’s words keep filtering through my mind.
“Don’t give your heart to a man, honey.” My mother’s voice full of sadness. “They don’t know how precious the gift is, and they’ll destroy it. You only have one heart, and once it’s been shattered, it’s like Humpty Dumpty. You can’t put it back together again.” I know she’s bitter after the way my father did her. She loved him deeply, and he left us all alone, no money and no way to support ourselves, at first. We lived in shelters and on the streets those first few years. Mom had really struggled during that time, until she was able to pull herself together. Only the threat of social services taking me and placing me in foster care brought her out of her deep depression to begin living again, at least enough to work and keep a roof over our heads. I still worry about her mental health, at times, but she doesn’t seem interested in ever trying to find a life partner. I know she’s still secretly pining for the man who broke her heart.
Pushing these depressing thoughts aside, I hurry through my shower before drying myself off. Then I dress in an outfit Dalton had picked up. It’s a lovely short-sleeved A-line dress in a light blue with little white daisies scattered over it. The neck line is a little lower than I’m used to wearing, but as I study my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom wall, I can’t deny it looks really nice on me. Dalton has definitely updated my wardrobe, which is nice, but I can’t allow Luke to continue to buy me clothes and necessities. I need to stand on my own two feet. When we are finished at the police station, I need to go job hunting if I can be excused from class today. My tuition is paidthrough the end of the semester. So far, that hasn’t been messed with, but who’s to say that won’t happen next.
Descending the staircase, I hear Luke and his brothers speaking in hushed tones from the kitchen area. I hesitate to join them, not wanting to interrupt them, in case they’re discussing family issues or something about their business. I decide instead to head out on the patio and soak up some ocean breeze before we have to leave for the police station. I’m not out there long before I hear the sliding glass door. Turning I see Dalton coming to join me.
“Morning, Marley,” Dalton greets me as he comes to stand beside me at the balcony. “It’s nice out here.” I nod and take a deep breath of the fresh salty air. I watch the waves crashing onto the shore enjoying the relaxing sound and breeze coming off the sea. We stand in companionable silence for a while. He eventually turns to me. “You should head inside. Luke will be worried about you.” I frown at him.
“Why?” I ask, not at all understanding his comment.
“Luke is head over heels for you, sugar,” Dalton informs me. “He will worry about you even when you’re right next to him. He just can’t help himself, but he won’t worry as bad when you’re with him.” I shake my head at the thought Luke Robertson would be worried about me. I mean, yes, he’s been concerned over the things happening in my life, but could he really and truly care for me like Dalton is saying? Yes, he said he had feelings for me, but maybe that was just a side-effect of the after-sex glow. I’m not so sure about where we stand, and the conversation I over hear minutes later, when I enter the kitchen confirms my fears.
LUKE
When I reach the kitchen, Bo is pouring himself a cup of coffee. I wheel over to him grabbing my favorite cup. I pour myself a cup of the strong bitter drink. Taking a sip, I let it warm me, providing a much-needed jolt of energy. I got very little sleep, not that I’m complaining on how I missed out on it, other than hearing about Daisy.
“Have you heard anything on the search for Daisy?” Bo asks after he takes a large sip of his coffee, too.
“Yeah.” I sigh unhappily. “They called earlier to say no change in status, at this time. Man, I fucking hate that damn call. I know they’re just doing their job and giving updates regularly is important, but when nothing has changed, it just grates on me. How many times am I going to get that call before we hear the worst?” Bo’s face pinches in worry. I shouldn’t make him worry more than he is already. “I’m sure they’re going to find her, and she’ll be okay.” I add, but even I can hear the lie in my voice. I’m not sure. In fact, I’m seriously afraid she won’t come home, this time, and the weight of it is crushing me.
Rosco enters the kitchen, a scowl on his face. He glares at me,striding to the coffee pot, grabbing a cup, filling it before taking a sip. He curses as the hot liquid burns his tongue. “Fuck!” he roars angrily.
“Dude.” Bo chuckles. “You should’ve given it a second to cool or at least blow on it first. You can’t drink it straight from the pot without getting burnt.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Rosco growls. He slams his cup down splashing the hot liquid onto his hand, which results in another string of curses. He bangs around the kitchen, running cool water over his burnt hand and gets paper towels to clean up his mess on the counter.
“What’s wrong with you?” I demand. “You’re being unusually shitty this morning.” He spins around to face me, utter indignation on his face.
“What’s wrong with me?” He roars. “The question is what’s the fuck wrong with you? Have you just given up on our sister? Do you not fucking care she’s over there in the hands of the enemy having God knows what done to her?Ifshe’s even alive!” I can’t believe what I’m hearing coming out of his mouth.
“Dude!” Bo jumps in before I can think of a reply through my shock at his outburst. “Where the hell is this coming from?” Rosco spins to glare at Bo.
