Free Brisé by Leigh Ann Lunsford, Chelsea Kuhel Page A

for his wallet to grab a condom. I watch him roll it over him and that sight alone almost makes me combust. He stalks back towards the bed covering my body with his. I feel his fingers enter me again, but this time there are two. I’m full but not full enough. I buck my hips, moving to the rhythm of his fingers, and the pressure in my lower abdomen builds. Luke angles his hips and slides his dick over my clit. I explode. That was the pinnacle I needed to reach my climax, and I ride it … wave after wave. Grabbing my hips and slowly entering me, I feel a sting, but I feel pleasure overwhelming me. I’m so full, and so filled with love.
    Thrust after thrust, I near the edge again. I feel claimed, possessed, and cherished at the same time. His pace quickens and he slides his hand between our bodies focusing on my clit. I throw my head back, letting the overwhelming pleasure consume my body. Pleasure stabbing through me, rising and then breaking. I sob his name as my release overtakes me. I feel him swell inside of me and then still as he rumbles, “I love you, Phoebe.” His love is absolute, his voice domineering, and his words are a promise of tomorrow. There is no going back, only forward, and that’s what we do.
    I become somewhat of a nympho over the next few weeks, attacking him every chance I get. I’m out of school for the summer, no decisions to be made until November. He is on summer break, opting not to take classes. I have gotten good at ripping condoms open and sheathing him in them. I like it hard and fast, soft and slow, but my favorite is in the shower, being taken from behind. I wake up one day and realize I’m actually living again. Not my old life, but a new one, and it is good.
    Until it’s not.

Chapter 9
    Luke
     
    Making Phoebe mine was the best night of my life. She was determined, fearless, and hot as hell. It continues to get better, and as we are learning this new side of our relationship, it’s solidifying us as a couple. We’ve always had the friendship, respect, and familiarity . . . add in the sex, and we’re golden. Things still aren’t back to normal with her, but they probably never will be. With each day we’re developing a new normal, and it’s working for now. She still isn’t eating as much as I’d like, dropping weight she can’t afford to lose, but I have to let her figure things out on her own. Cope in her own way. I can’t force the acceptance stage of her grief; she has to come to terms with it on her own. Until she decides what she’s doing in November I will begin working with my dad. I took my real estate exam and passed, so starting next month, I will be a working man. Seems weird that I won’t spend every day with Phoebe, our new routine has easily become normal.
    Today, we are going to Six Flags; it’s about an hour drive from our hometown of Winder. Just a carefree day, eating too much junk food, getting tossed upside down, and playing cheesy games. I want to see her eyes light up for more than a moment at a time, laugh with abandonment, and smile easily. My roller-coaster junkie should have a great day. She can barely contain her excitement, her anticipation building as to what she’ll ride first. I have one rule, no fucking wooden roller coasters. That shit is not natural, and I refuse. Who puts a steel cart, weighing thousands of pounds, plus the weight of passengers, and has it careening over wooden planks? I’m lying to myself, I would gladly sit on that damn steel trap of death and go careening to my untimely death if she asked me. But she won’t.
    “Want to eat first?” I’m starving, and she didn’t eat before we left.
    She shrugs at me. “Not really hungry right now. Go ahead, though. We can play games while your food settles then go on some rides.” I don’t like that plan; she needs food. I reluctantly lead her to the food vendors and order her a Sprite. Maybe her stomach needs to be settled and her appetite will come back. The day is