Page 25 of Such A Good Guy

That night I broke into her room for the first time, came up to her bed.

Pure, primal need raged through me.

But would goddamn Mr. Darcy or Mr. Bingley take Luna roughly, raise her cunt in the air, and sink his cock deep inside no matter what she had to say about it?

No, they wouldn’t.

And suddenly it was the most important thing in the world not to make Luna Gallagher angry.

Careful not to make a noise, I reached out a hand for her hair and I realized my fingers were shaking like an addict.

Fuck. It was just as soft and silky as I thought it would be, the soft moonlight over her bed illuminating the dark waves. I knew in light her hair would be that brilliant blue-black.

My cock was so hard it ached and when my fingers accidentally brushed by the soft curve of her throat I came for the first time in my life, a pleasure so unexpected and all-consuming that I had to bite down on my knuckle to keep myself from roaring aloud.

My cock twitched hard, coated my sweatpants with hot, sticky release.

And still I craved her.

I couldn’t stop stroking her hair.

Locks of that glorious blue-black were between my fingers when my aching, raging cock exploded again, pumping cum down my thighs and soaking my sweatpants.

Fuck

I couldn’t stop unless I found some way to feel this again.

I’d always carried a knife in my pocket and I brought it out, my fingers carefully, convulsively stroking a lock of her hair.

With careful movement, I brought the sharp blade up and cut a shiny lock of hair off with a satisfyingsnip.

The relief was instantaneous. Having that lock of her hair in my hand meant I could go back to my room and change my pants, my hands still rubbing the silky strands.

And I couldn’t stop.

Every time I saw her, I did it again. And after graduation, I kept going, seeing her as much as I could.

And as I began to earn money from my music, the more ways I found to give Luna money, until every year I bribed hundreds of people to go into her crystal shop and buy crystals.

I broke into her room, brushed her long, thick hair, stroked her beautiful, silky skin, even dusted her bedroom and cleaned her baseboards.

Becoming the best, most gentlemanly brother’s best friend a freshman in college could ever have while my fingers plaited each lock of hair into a thicker, stronger, more powerful braid.

I was the world’s most patient lover, and I didn’t try to fuck her.

I didn’t becauseshe might be mad.

And suddenly I, who had never given a shit what anyone thought of me, found it very important not to make Luna Gallagher mad at me.

CHAPTER 7

Luke

Iqaluit was a small city and did not have a big concert hall, so I had arranged to play a few coffee shop concerts after we checked into our hotel, but my body was buzzing too hard wondering if Luna was pregnant that they all went by in a blur.

I only thought about her.

Dimly, I wasawarethat I was playing songs, that people were applauding, their faces happy and upturned, but all I looked at was her. Was that a frown between her eyebrows? Why was she twirling a loose strand of hair between her fingers?

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