Page 77 of Hand Picked
For the past several weeks, every time we found each other alone, it seemed like the universe was out to get us. Aiden would come bouncing in, or one of the volunteers at Luke’s would need to ask him a question. We both still had to keep our jobs going as well, and Luke had his sheep to care for.
Tonight was the unspoken exception. We’d agreed to a sleepover at my place, in a bed big enough for both of us, when Aiden would be gone and we would no longer have the house projects hanging over our heads.
So why the hell had I included family dinner in the fucking plan?
“I have a lovely turtle cheesecake,” Drew began.
“Not hungry,” I barked, reaching for Luke’s hand and pulling him up.
“Thomas Webb Sunday, you will remember your manners,” Drew barked. “We have a guest.”
I gritted my teeth and sat back down. “Pardon me, Luke,” I said with as much feigned politeness as a deranged serial killer. “Are you hungry for dessert?”
Luke’s eyes danced, and he bit his lip against a smile. “Why, yes, actually.” I slumped in my chair until he spoke again. His eyes bored into mine. “But not for cheesecake.”
I stared at him before looking around at my family members.
“Go,” Drew said, waving us off. “Fucking hell. Kids today.”
I didn’t stick around long enough to hear them all start laughing. I grabbed Luke’s hand and pulled him out of the room and up the stairs.
“We should have stayed at your place,” I muttered.
“My place smells like paint,” he reminded me with a laugh. “And my new mattress doesn’t get delivered until tomorrow, remember?”
I led him into my bedroom and closed the door before using my hip to shove my dresser in front of it. “Your trailer would have been better than being under the same roof with my meddling family,” I continued.
“You mean my death trap?” he laughed.
His laughter made me so fucking happy. I turned to look at him.
“Are you concerned about our security?” Luke asked, eyeing the dresser in front of the door.
“Yes,” I grumbled, taking a step toward him. Then another. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to interfere with the rest of my night with you.”
Luke’s sparkling eyes stayed on mine while he pulled his shirt off. “Good. I’ve been waiting three weeks for this.”
His confidence surprised me, but it excited me, too. I moved closer and put my hands on his shoulders before moving my palms down the warm skin of his bare chest.
Sometimes I forgot he was so much smaller than me because the impact of his presence was so huge. Whenever he was nearby—hell, even when he wasn’t—he was all I could see or think about.
But being with him like this, watching my rough hand stroke along his fine skin, feeling his smaller frame slot against my larger one, the urge to cherish and protect him was hard to resist.
So I didn’t.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I could barely sit still at dinner thinking of all the things I wanted to try with you tonight.”
I leaned down and dropped an open-mouthed kiss on his collarbone, his pec, the center of his chest. I laved the area around his nipple with my tongue, avoiding the incredibly tempting, incredibly unexpected, and incredibly fucking hot metal ring that protruded from it until Luke was shuddering, bowing his back, and using my hair like reins toforceme to suck it.
“Stop teasing!”
My dick thumped against the front of my pants. “Holy fuck, you’re killing me,” I murmured before taking the ring into my mouth and gently tugging it with my teeth.
Luke sucked in a breath. “Don’t die. Please don’t die. Not right now. Not before…Harder. Please, harder.”
I pulled the nub into my mouth with firm suction, and Luke made a noise that was caught between a moan and a sob.
“Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Webb…”
