Page 32 of His Stubborn Girl

“Nope. Just yourselves.”

“So, is Luke excited about the big game?” He’s absolutely thrilled. Going to the college bowl is what he’s dreamed of, and now he may actually get his chance of earning a ring.

“He is!” I tell her. “They all worked so hard this season. They’ve definitely earned it.”

“Yeah, when we spoke to him the other day, he said his coach has been a real drag this season.”

Yeah, the coach has been a nightmare, but Luke spoke to him before the last game and told him that if he didn’t learn to cool his shit, they would intentionally lose the bowl game for him. I’m proud of Luke for sticking up to the jerk. The few practices I watched, the guy was a real ass.

“Yeah, but after this game, Luke won’t have to deal with him anymore.” And he won’t have any more practices, which means we’ll have more time together.

“That is true. I bet he’s looking forward to that. But I will say, despite dealing with that jerk, Lukas has seemed really happy these last couple of months. He’s been calling Walter a lot and opening up to us about life. It’s been nice. I know Walter appreciates it.”

I look over at Luke lounging on his bed. He does look happy, smiling as he watches me. We’re both very happy. These last few months have been pretty spectacular.

“I think you being there has reminded him what family is all about. Both of you seem great.”

“We’ve grown really close,” I tell her, giving him a wink. He waggles his brow, crooking his finger for me to come to him. “Mom, I need to get going.” I climb over his waist, feeling how hard he is as I sit down. “Text me when you guys get on the road and safe travels. Can’t wait to see you.” He thrusts up against me and I stifle my gasp.

“Okay, love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

I click end and toss my phone onto the bed.

“You are a very naughty boy.” I rock forward, grinding against his ridge. “You’re going to have to behave while they’re in town.”

“I’ll be a good boy. But right now, I need you to fuck my brains out.”

I’d be happy to go for a ride.

23

Lukas

“That guy was totally flirting with you, Torre.” I was standing right by her side, and it was like he didn’t even notice me. The little shit was bound and determined to get inside her pants. He would’ve stopped at nothing. Finally, I pulled her in for a kiss, showing him who she belonged to, and warning him to back off. But, of course, she got mad at me for kissing her in public because people around town know exactly who I am. I understand her concern, and I know I need to be careful, but like hell if I’m ever going to let someone think they can shoot their shot with my girl. She’s mine.

She whips around, glaring up at me. “It doesn’t matter if he was flirting or not. Lukas, you are the only one I want. Girls are always flirting with you. If I got upset about every single one of them, I’d be permanently pissed.”

“I don’t see anyone past you, babe, so there’s no need for you to be jealous or worried.” If a girl looks at me, I don’t even notice, because my eyes are always trained on my girl.

“I know.” She steps forward. “And I’m very secure in what we have. I trust you and I want you to trust me too. I don’t care about that guy or anyone else. But I do care about our parents finding out about us on the news, so you need to be more careful.”

“Yeah, I know. I just want everyone to know you’re mine.” If I had my choice, I’d put my ring on her finger so there wouldn’t be any mistaking the fact.

“I want that too.” She steps forward, her eyes growing soft. “But we have to be patient.”

I yank her towards me. “I promise I’ll be careful. Just quit giving them your pretty smiles.”

Her lips tip up, giving me one right now. Those dimples would bring the strongest man to his knees.

“You want me to scowl at people?” She does her best to make her face rigid, but it’s still sexy as hell.

I step up the stairs, blocking her against the garage door.

“I just want to keep you locked in my room, then I won’t have to worry about any little dipshit eyeing my girl.”

“I like being locked in your room,” she purrs, her little fingers trailing over my hard dick. “Your secret little slut.”

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