Free LUKE: Complete Series by Cassia Leo Page A

slowly dipped in and out of me, moving a little further in with each stroke.
    “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, as he maintained a slow but steady pace.
    I could hardly breathe as I used the pillow to muffle my screams. His finger circled my clit as he thrust into me and I couldn’t stand it anymore. He wrapped his arm around my waist as I crumpled and convulsed with rapturous pleasure. He let out one more curse and groan as he came then collapsed next to me.
    We both lay on our sides facing each other. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but the cuffs kept me in check.
    “I want to touch you,” I pleaded.
    He smiled as he reached over me to where he had placed the key on the nightstand. I took the opportunity to lick his nipple and he laughed. Finally, he reached behind me and freed me then tossed the cuffs to the floor. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me.
    “Do me missionary style,” I said, before I kissed him.
    “So adventurous,” he murmured, as he kissed my neck.
    “What can I say, you bring it out of me.”
    He pulled my leg up and rested it on his shoulder. “How’s this?”
    I gasped as he entered me. “Perfect.”
    Shortly before midnight, we stumbled into the kitchen to refuel.
    “What do you want? I’ve got some leftover Thai food. Or I can fix you some eggs?”
    I stared at him as he stood naked before the open refrigerator in his gourmet kitchen and couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
    “You have any Thai noodles?”
    He pulled a Styrofoam container from a shelf and slid it across the concrete countertop of the kitchen island. He pulled a fork out of a drawer and slid that to me as well.
    “Do you have family in Seattle?” I asked before I took a giant mouthful of noodles.
    “My family lives in San Francisco.”
    “Do you ever visit them?”
    “I would rather not talk about my family.”
    He grabbed a glass pitcher of lemonade and closed the refrigerator. He slid a wine glass off the rack above the island and poured himself a glass.
    “You’re not hungry?” I asked through a mouthful of noodles.
    “Only for you.”
    I swallowed the noodles and set down my fork. “Well, now you’re making me feel like a pig.”
    “Don’t be crazy. You look sexy when you eat. Please keep going.”
    I grabbed a few noodles, tipped my head back, and dropped them into my mouth.
    “Oh, yeah. Do it again.”
    I laughed, trying not to snort, as I gulped down the noodles and reached for more. “Your turn.”
    I climbed on top of the counter and crawled toward him. I dangled my legs over the edge of the counter as he leaned his head back. I slowly dropped the noodles into his mouth and he smiled as he chewed them.
    “I knew you were hungry.”
    “You seem to know me better than I know myself.”
    A shiver passed through me as I thought of telling him just how much I knew about him. How I knew that the reason he didn’t want to talk about his family was because he still hadn’t spoken to his father since he was thrown out onto the street as a teenager. I wanted to tell him everything, but I didn’t want to ruin his birthday.
    I glanced at the clock on the microwave and grinned. “Happy birthday, Luke.”
    He spread my legs and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Thank you for being with me tonight. I’ve spent my last few birthdays alone, but this is nice.”
    I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. Birthday kisses be damned. There was nothing better than a birthday hug.
     

3
    I woke to find my head on Luke’s chest and my leg curled around his. I lifted my head slowly so as not to wake him and he tightened his grip on my shoulder.
    “Where are you going?”
    “You’re awake?”
    “I’ve been awake for more than an hour.”
    I grazed my fingers over his solid abs and through the trail of hair under his belly button. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
    He shivered as my hand slid farther down. “I like listening to you snore.”
    “What? I don’t