Page 33 of The Mechanics of Lust

Luke grinned and wrapped his legs around my waist, but I lifted them to my shoulders instead. He raised an amused brow.

“Deal with it,” I said. Luke had given me free rein and I was taking him at his word. “You wanted to feel me?” I shot him a pointed look. “Then you’re gonna feel me. I’ll make damn sure of that.”

He laughed and it occurred to me that sex with Luke was turning out to be a whole lot more fun than I’d imagined. And I’d imagined a lot. I’d known things between us would be hot; we had enough chemistry to burn the fucking house down. And maybe even a little bit angry, which I wasn’t opposed to either, just for the record. But light-hearted fun? Nope. I wouldn’t have put a bet on that sucker in a million years.

But the position did bring our faces close, closer than I’d planned for, and as I leaned in and pressed the head of my dick against Luke’s tight ring of muscle, his eyes met mine and something explosive passed between us.

I pressed again, feeling the pushback ease, the slight stretch as he opened, and then the sudden slide as the resistance gave way and I was surrounded by a furnace of heat.

“Oh god!” His head pressed back into the pillow as he blew breaths in and out of his mouth, bearing down, slowly, slowly letting me sink deeper into his body. His eyes squeezed shut and his neck muscles corded as he panted. “Holy Christ on a cracker,” he ground out, still not opening his eyes.

“You okay?” I hesitated, not wanting to hurt him.

“Just p-peachy.” He opened his eyes, slid a hand around my neck and tugged me forward, growling all the way until I was fully seated. “Been a while.”

The comment gave me pause, but not for long. The feel of his hot arse clamped around my dick was too fucking delicious, and the second he gave me the okay, I lost myself in the incredible slip and slide as I started shuttling inside him.

He twisted his hips slightly and shouted, “There. Like that! Oh, fuck!”

I figured I was landing on his sweet spot, so I pushed his arms above his head, threaded our fingers together, and watched his face from above as I pounded into his arse. He stared back at me, eyes wild, his breathing choked, his body crunched under mine, that big dick caught in the friction between us.

“I’m close.” He arched and his eyelids fluttered closed, and a few seconds later he came with a loud grunt, the hot rush of come spilling between us as he shuddered, and his hole clenched around my dick.

That was all it took to follow him over, two more thrusts to the edge, and then one final drive to break the dam and send waves of pleasure crashing through me for the second time in under an hour. And with our fingers still threaded together, I collapsed onto Luke’s chest and waited for the universe to stop singing in my blood.

CHAPTERTEN

Zach

It feltlike the longest time until Luke finally let go of my hand and wriggled free. I half expected him to leave me for the bathroom, but he surprised me once again by pushing me over onto my back and kissing his way down my chest. He cleaned my belly and then worked his way back up to my mouth for a lingering kiss that curled my toes and set warning bells off in my brain.

Stay in charge.The reminder filtered through the haze in my brain, and I ended the kiss and tucked Luke’s much bigger frame into my side, holding him in place with an arm around his shoulder.

He frowned at the abrupt change but soon settled against me, his fingertip tracing the splash of freckles that ran down my neck and sternum. “Damn, Nichols,” I huffed against his hair, my heart still pounding against my chest. “That was... I don’t even know what that was.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not sure what that was either other than fucking awesome.” His finger drew some kind of a pattern on my shoulder. “It’s the hottest sex I’ve had in... I don’t know how long. And in case you missed the finale—” He gave me jazz hands. “—I came with no fucking hands.”

I snorted. “Yeah, I noticed. I’m that good.”

He laughed and gave me a playful shove. “I’d argue except for the fact that you’re absolutely right.”

I almost did a double take, but Luke was still talking. “You looked amazing while you fucked me, just like I knew you would. All of this hair flying—” He ran his hand through my waves. “—looked like fire in the sunset. So fucking beautiful.” He cupped my cheek and drew me down for a kiss. “What am I going to do with you?”

Everything.You can do everything and anything you want with me.But of course, I said nothing.

Luke grabbed my hand and kissed the tip of every finger. It was such a tender gesture, so intimate, so sweet, so... not what this was meant to be about, and suddenly I needed to be anywhere but in Luke Nichols’ bed, hearing him say those words. Feeling... whatever make-believe idiocy he was making me feel. Ridiculous things like maybe this didn’t have to be a one-time thing. Maybe we could do it again. Maybe even on a semi-regular basis while he was in town. Maybe... more than that.

My eyes jerked wide and I nearly fell backwards out of the bed. Fucking Luke had never been about any of that. Precisely the opposite. It had been about getting it done and over with and out of the way.

A frown made its way over Luke’s brow. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, settling back between the sheets. “Just a cramp.” I fingered the green silicone wristband and opted for changing the subject. “You never take this off.”

Luke looked for a second like he wanted to call me out on my clumsy segue but didn’t. He lifted his hand so I could read the inscription on the inside of the band.Poppa.

A lump formed in my throat. “From Callie.”

He nodded. “She made Gil buy it for me one Christmas. Ghastly colour, but I’ve never taken it off.”

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