Page 116 of Code Word
His breath caught and his nostrils flared. “All of it.”
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“Yes,” he said, eyes dark. He raked his hands down my back and pulled my hips into his, and my blood ran hot. I crashed my mouth to his, needing to give him my tongue.
But he froze.
I pulled back. “What?”
“Did you hear that?”
“Nuh. Busy listening to my dick right now,” I said, kissing down his neck.
He laughed, but then I heard it . . .
The doorbell.
Fuck.
“Hello?” a familiar voice called out.
My mother.
“Luke?”
And his.
What the fuck.
“You didn’t lock the door?” I hissed, rolling off him and getting off the bed a little too quick for my knee. “Ugh. Fuck.”
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I held my knee. “Yep. At least it killed my boner. Kind of.”
Luke laughed, then hollered out the door. “Coming!”
“We were about to be,” I mumbled, and Luke laughed. He readjusted his junk and headed down the hall.
I followed, limping on my stupid knee and stupider blue balls.
“Told you we should have stayed in Mexico,” I said.
Luke shot me a grin over his shoulder as he disappeared around the wall. “Mom, Mrs. Acosta,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
Well, I guess we’re doing this . . .
At least I couldn’t put it off and overthink it.
“Becca,” Luke said, probably for my benefit.
“Hey, dickbag,” she said, immediately admonished by both mothers, but Luke laughed.
“You’ve spent too much time with Jeremy.”
I rounded the wall and everyone turned to face me. Luke’s eyes were wide likeholy fuck, so this is happening, and I plastered on a smile and maybe limped on my knee a little more than was necessary.
They were less likely to hate me if I was injured, right?
