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Luke grew hard at the sound of the bedroom doorknob turning. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t expected her. This was their thing. He was divorced and she was currently between relationships. Still, he hadn’t wanted to consider the possibility since he knew no matter how hard he was, what he was about to do was going to be even harder. He promised himself this time would be different.
Which meant he wasn’t getting laid tonight and that was always a downer.
The door creaked as Reilly slipped inside. From the moonlight spilling into the room, Luke could see she was wearing a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and a tank top. Not seductive evening wear, but as she moved toward the bed with the lithe grace she had always possessed, he found himself stifling a moan as his fists clenched underneath the sheet.
It had been like this the first time, too. Instant heat.
She’d been eighteen and had just graduated from high school. He’d stopped by between tournaments for the festivities. In a way, he’d thought she was as much his little sister as she was Kenny’s. He’d teased her since she was ten. Hassled her for no other reason than because. Embarrassed her in front of her friends at every opportunity. Worse, he had beaten her on the golf course every time they played, holding nothing back despite her age and sex to show her what a little kid she still was and how much more there was to learn.
Everything a big brother was supposed to do. As an only child, Luke had learned this from Kenny. But when he showed up at the house and watched as she came down the stairs in her cap and gown, he’d realized she wasn’t a kid anymore. Lightning hadn’t struck then. There had been no urge to sweep her off her feet and take her on the nearest flat surface. No sense that she was still anything other than Kenny’s little sister. That had come later. But in that moment, he’d recognized she was no longer the girl he once knew. It had made him both sad and proud.
Kenny had promised to pick her up from a graduation party that night, but Tessa had called and he’d left the task to Luke.
Luke remembered seeing her walk toward him as he’d gotten out of the truck to greet her. There had always been a fluidness about the way she moved. No doubt it was the fluidness which made her golf swing so sweet. That night he’d seen it in action for the first time as a woman using it to tempt a man. She’d strolled up to him in her breezy summer dress and high heels with determination. Declaring she was ready to take on the world.
And he’d wanted her. Just like that.
There had been no guilt. No uneasiness about the fact he’d once teased her for wearing a training bra. No fear about what Kenny might say. It was like she’d stepped out of some cocoon and there was this sexual butterfly floating before him. In her face, he could still see the Reilly he knew and the combination was electrifying.
It had been just the two of them despite the raucousness of the party, which had spilled out onto the street. With a fearless expression on her face and a gleam in her eyes, she’d walked right up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him before he’d even had a chance to consider stopping it.
He’d pulled her away from him, lifted her inside the truck and had driven out to a secluded spot not too far from the farm. On a blanket in the back of the truck he’d taken her virginity with a passion and intensity that to this day robbed him of breath when he thought about it.
“You awake?” she whispered, creeping toward the bed. In case he wasn’t, she rattled the mattress.
“We can’t do this,” he muttered as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Jesus, you haven’t gotten married since dinner have you?”
Luke sat up in the bed, but was careful to keep the blanket over his lap. He pushed the pillows behind him and reached out to take her hand. It was strong and calloused underneath but the skin on top was soft. He pulled it closer to him and rubbed it against his cheek.
She tilted her head and he could see she was confused by the gentleness of his act. When they got together, things tended to get volatile. His dick twitched beneath the sheets just thinking about it and he dropped her hand.
“I meant we can’t do this in your grandparent’s house. It would be disrespectful.”
“But that time behind the barn three years ago...”
“Technically that wasn’t under your grandfather’s roof.”
“So let’s go outside,” Reilly suggested.
“It’s too cold.”
Her smile faded and Luke could see her bottom lip puff out. Reilly hated not to get her way. If it wasn’t for the fact he knew he was going to need a trip to the bathroom for a date with his hand when this was all said and done, Luke might have considered it fun.
“Luke, are you telling me you have a headache?”
“No. I feel fine.”
He smiled and put his hands behind his head. He watched her gaze fall to his chest and enjoyed the feeling of knowing she was hungry for him. It was part of the fun of being with her. Reilly had no shame when it came to sex. She enjoyed him and enjoyed herself. She’d never held anything back, which made each experience unique.
Maybe it would be different if they ever let themselves be together full-time. Maybe if they didn’t come together knowing each encounter was finite they would eventually fall into the same sexual rut other couples did.
Maybe. But he doubted it.
“Then what’s your problem?”
