Page 59 of Amore
Each drive of his hips brought me closer and closer to coming apart. My back arched, my boobs thrusting into the air, and he grabbed one, sticking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. I moaned at the tingling sensation racing from my head to my toes.
“I’m close,” I panted.
“Right there too, baby.”
With a few more drives of his hips, I came, my body shaking as the most powerful orgasm tore through my body. Luke followed, coming with a groan.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths. “Christ, that was amazing.”
I grinned. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Give me a minute, and I’ll get the food.” Once he was ready, Luke rose and slipped out of me, only for his eyes to widen.
“What?” I questioned.
His gaze met mine. “I didn’t use a condom.”
“Shit,” I breathed. I’d wanted him so badly I hadn’t thought about a condom. “I’m on the pill.”
“Okay, and I’ve always used condoms before.”
“Me too.”
“Okay.” He stood and grabbed some tissues and handed them to me. I cleaned myself as he said, “After being inside of you without a condom, I don’t think I want to wear one. You felt amazing.”
“I’m fine with that.” I sat up, and Luke took the tissues from me.
“Let me get the soggy fries, and then we can do that again.” He winked.
18
LUKE
WatchingFrankie act out her scenes was exciting. When we were kids, I would help her and Lucy with their lines and go to their plays at school, but that was different.Shewas different. Also, she didn’t kiss some fucker in school, and even though she was acting, watching her kiss this Brody dude made me turn my head more than once. I wanted to be in his place and be the one kissing her. Thankfully, the movie was rated PG.
My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, and I pulled it out. The manager of my apartment was calling. I stepped outside and answered the call. “Hey, Arnold. What’s up?”
“Officer Davenport, we have a problem.”
My back straightened. “What’s that?”
“Someone broke into your apartment.”
“What?”
“I walked past your door, and I saw it was open. Since I know you’re gone, I went inside and found a bouquet of red roses on your bed with a picture of you and Ms. Borelli. There was a knife through the picture.”
“The fuck?” I breathed, my thoughts immediately going to Candace.
“Should I call the police?” Arnold asked.
“Yes. I’m in Canada, but please give the responding officer my name and number.”
“Will do.”
“No one saw who it was?” I questioned, my mind racing.
“No one has said anything to me,” he answered.
