He gave me his father’s devastating grin, and walked past me after giving me a peck on the cheek.
I smiled as I turned to find Luke and Derek looking at me like I’d betrayed them.
“What?” I asked.
They didn’t say anything, instead walking into the kitchen and grabbing a drink.
Derek, of course, didn’t know how to leave well enough alone, and had to open his big mouth. “You know, you have a large, wide bed in that room…”
I caught Luke’s hand before he made it past me, and shot Derek a glare. “Your room, now.”
He tossed back a laugh and walked past us, “Yes, ma’am.”
I pulled Luke by the arm until we were on the front porch.
Then I pushed him down into the swing. “You’re bad.”
He glared at me for all of five seconds before he shook his head and sighed. “That’s my girl in there.”
I kissed him on the cheek and curled up in his lap. “I know, honey. But she’s grown. You’ll have to give her room to make her own mistakes.”
He nodded. “I know. But I don’t like when they hurt.”
I nodded against his chest.
He still, after all these years, had an incredible chest.
He was forty five now, but no less sexy than the first day I’d met him.
His chest being just as defined now as it’d been ten years ago.
“We’ve raised them right, Luke. Trust them,” I whispered.
He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into his chest.
“I have a meeting in about an hour,” he sighed.
Luke had become the chief of police two years ago when the old chief had retired.
He was loved by everyone. Police and community alike.
He did have a lot of work to do, though, and I rarely saw him.
“So…an hour?” I asked with a raised brow, standing up and walking to the garage.
I walked quickly into the garage and started stripping my shirt as I went.
I could hear Luke’s quick footsteps as they finally became unstuck from behind me.
I giggled and started loosening the buttons on my pants.
By the time Luke finally made it into the garage, I was already naked and sitting on the hood of his GTO, spread out for his viewing pleasure.
The GTO had been upgraded in the past ten years, now sporting a jet black paint job with cherry red racing stripes down the center.
The scoop on the hood was the perfect spot for me to grasp on to, so I’d found.
Luke’s sharp inhalation from across the room gave away his desire, and he closed and locked the door in jerky movements.
Pulling the blinds on the windows, he flipped on the overhead lights and prowled up to me, slowly working his stiff length out of the front of his sweaty jeans.
“How do you want it?” He asked, need evident in his voice.
I grinned. “However you want to give it.”
And give it, he did.