“My over-educated son should know better than to bring a bitter woman to spend the weekend with his mom.” Tom pushed open the screen door.
Felicity turned, lifting onto her toes to give Tom a quick kiss. “You know I’m a peacemaker.”
He hugged her. “Except when you’re stirring the pot.” Tom smacked her ass.
Luke rolled his eyes, proving even grown children get embarrassed with their parents’ PDA.
“We have two other couples staying this weekend, so I have you both in the purple room. That is … if you’re still okay sleeping in the same bed?”
“We’re fine, Mom.” Luke slung both bags over his shoulder and grabbed Jessica’s hand, dragging her toward the stairs.
“Dinner’s in an hour, lovebirds. So get your kissing and making up done before then. Tom will take Jones for a walk.”
Jessica squeezed Luke’s hand so hard he grunted by the time they reached the purple room. Releasing both her and the bags, he shut the door. The pleading look of a truce or forgiveness he’d given her just moments earlier had been replaced with a look of rage. Other women would have cowered to such an intimidating glare, but not Jessica. It turned her on because truthfully she did need sex with Luke. She craved it more than food and some days more than air.
“Take off your clothes, now.”
A smirk played along her lips. She loved it when Luke went all alpha on her. Even she’d been shocked how much she loved submitting to him. Some days it felt like a need, a confirmation that he was the one person she could trust with every part of her being. He promised surrendering to him would give her the greatest sense of control. And he was right, but not on that particular day.
When her clothes were nothing more than a pool of cotton on the floor, she stepped toward him, shoving him back on the bed. His eyes grew wide for a second before narrowing into dark pools of blue ink. He started to sit up as she straddled his legs.
She shook her head, shoving him back again. “You know I love every inch of your hard, lean, muscled flesh. And your mind … God I love your mind. But you know what I’ve come to love most about you, Dr. Jones?”
He swallowed hard as she positioned her knees on either side of his head.
“Your mouth.”
Luke dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her down to him.
“Fuck,” she yelled as he parted her with one slow stroke of his tongue. Who was she kidding? It had been too long and she wasn’t going to last long with his greedy tongue spearing into her then lapping over her clitoris. The goal was to take what she needed then leave him. Desperate. Blue-balled. Angry.
She was on top in a place of control, yet every ounce of it began to slip.
“Pinch your nipples,” he said with each word vibrating against her hypersensitive sex that felt seconds from exploding.
“No.” She shook her head. He wasn’t in charge, she was. Her terms. Her control. It was his lesson, not hers.
He turned his head and bit the inside of her leg.
“Ow!”
“Pinch. Your. Fucking. Nipples.”
Like a dog chasing a rabbit, all she could think about was the orgasm. It was so close yet just out of reach. He wasn’t going to win, but as a trade for the release she needed so desperately, she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. It felt good but not enough to push her over the edge.
“Luke …” She couldn’t remember when his hands left her hips, but it didn’t matter. She lowered to his face again, but he just kept kissing and nipping at her inner thigh. “Luke …” Begging was not part of the plan. He would pay for making her beg—just as soon as he put his mouth back where she needed it. One more slow lick and she’d be there.
“Oh … fuck … fuck … fuck …” His eyes rolled back in his head.
“What the …” she stilled, staring at him. Luke had the look, made the sound. Jessica looked over her shoulder.
“You did not—”
“Oh you bet your sexy ass I did. Now up you go.” He lifted her off him and sat up, wadding the front of his cum-covered shirt before pulling it over his head and tucking himself back into his jeans. “I’ll grab a clean shirt and give you a few minutes to … finish up.” He smirked while zipping his jeans.
Jessica’s urge to make Luke bleed had been in remission until that moment. A broken nose and busted testicle seemed like the most fitting punishment.
“Oh…” he stopped at the door after shrugging on a clean shirt “…you have my permission to tell my mom that you’re pissed at me because I wouldn’t let you ride my face to the finish.”