Free Luke (Armed and Dangerous Book 2) by Cheyenne McCray Page B

story never worked out neat and pretty. Best to go back to his cabin—but before he knew it, he was standing in front of the ranch house and near the room he knew had belonged to Trinity MacKenna when she was growing up here. No doubt it would be where she’d be sleeping.
    What are you going to do, Denver? Throw rocks at her window?
    He bit back a wave of frustration and embarrassment. But then, why the hell not? Maybe she’d get a kick out of it, of him showing her his teenage-feeling interest.
    Around the corner at the back of the house, hidden within a closed-in yard, he could hear the pulsing of the hot tub jets as well as Zack’s and Skylar’s voices. By the sound of Skylar’s gasps and Zack’s groans, Luke suspected they were more than enjoying themselves.
    Better move on from that. Private things were private—though to hear Rylie Thorn talk, she wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
    That little hellcat would have pulled up a front-row seat and wouldn’t be the least embarrassed to admit it.
    Luke had never been much for voyeurism, except for once in his teen years, when a kid could be forgiven for being desperate. With a wry smile, he bent and picked up a few pebbles from the yard. Then, he eased behind the trees that obscured the room’s window from sight and looked in.
    Covert operations was something he’d done often, although nothing like this... spying on a woman he was dying to get his hands on, with the intent of grabbing her attention with a pebble or two.
    I’m losing my damned mind. And I don’t spy on women I’m interested in.
    All right, except for that time when he was thirteen and he had peeked into Maggie Jensen’s window while she was dressing. She’d been eighteen and built like a brick shithouse—one of those figures that gave all teenage boys wet dreams. It’d been the first time he’d seen a live pair of breasts and a woman’s hair-covered mound. Afterward, he’d masturbated more than a time or two over the image of her naked, imagining what she’d feel like.
    But now he was an adult, with a raging hard-on for a woman who he couldn’t get off his mind.
    A few tosses. If she doesn’t answer, I’ll go on back home.
    He melted into the shadows behind the tree as he peered through the parted curtains. Good. The window was closed. He raised his hand for the first pebble toss just about the time he saw Trinity.
    She was lying on her back, staring up at the canopy of the bed. The light beside her bed was on, its stained-glass shade casting rainbow fragments across her face and the pale blue nightgown she wore.
    Luke hesitated, hand at the ready, the pebble feeling warm and solid between his fingers.
    That gown had thin little straps that would easily break if he tugged on them, and he was sure the silky-looking material would feel soft beneath his hands, just like her skin. The nightgown was hiked up to the top of her thighs, but not quite high enough for him to see anything more than her shapely legs.
    Her thighs were squeezed together tightly, and she squirmed a little, as though trying to alleviate an ache there. But in the next moment she reached her hands up and pulled off her nightgown.
    Luke dropped his arm back to his side. The pebble—hell, all the pebbles—fell out of his hands.
    The woman had damn perfect breasts with cherry dark nipples just begging for his mouth.
    His cock bucked against the denim of his jeans. He knew he should have some moral battle inside, but the reaction was too strong, too deep. This woman, oh, yeah, she was his. He had claimed her at Nevaeh’s, and he was claiming her again, right there under her sister’s tree.
    He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and released his aching erection. With slow familiar strokes he moved his hand up and down the length of his cock as he watched Trinity shimmy out of her thong before she cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples.
    “That’s it, sugar,” he murmured as she slipped one hand down and