Lukas (Ashes & Embers 3)

“I did, Mommy. Lukas is fun, and Katie is, too.”

“I’m glad.”

“Can we come back again?”

I kiss his forehead. “Yes, we definitely will. We’ll probably be spending a lot more time with Lukas. How do you feel about that?”

A big smile spreads across his face. “And Ray, too?”

“Yes, and Ray, too.”

“Mommy, are you going to marry Lukas?”

“I don’t know, sweetie. We like each other very much, though.”

“So, you’re like best friends for now?” he asks.

I smile and nod. “Yes, for now, we’re best friends.”

“Can we get a puppy?”

A puppy? Where did that come from? “We’ll talk about it, okay?

“Okay. Good night, Mommy.”

“Nighty night.” I kiss his cheek and go out into the hall, stopping at the doorway to the other guestroom to watch Lukas with Katie. He’s sitting on the edge of her bed, reading her a story, impersonating the voices. She’s surrounded by stuffed toys, and the dark maroon bed set has been replaced with a pink one with cartoon kittens on it. My heart smiles, realizing that he changed the sheets and comforter just for her. After a few minutes, her eyelids slowly close, and he kisses her softly, arranges her stuffed toys around her, and meets me at the doorway.

“You’re amazing,” I whisper.

“She’s adorable, isn’t she?”

“She is, and so are you.”

He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom, closing the door halfway. Kicking off his sneakers, he glances back toward the door. “We’ll hafta leave that open in case one of the little ones needs us. I know it’s going to be hard, but you’re gonna have to try to keep your moans of ecstasy down a few decibels.” He pulls his t-shirt off, then the beanie hat, and reaches for me.

“Moans of ecstasy?” I repeat, knowing I’m blushing.

Capturing my mouth with this, he walks us closer to the bed, pulling my shirt off as we move.

“Maybe we shouldn’t fool around with the kids down the hall . . .” I whisper as he unhooks my bra.

“No, no, no . . .” His voice is low as he pulls my bra off and gently cups my breasts in his hands. “We are not going to be those parents who won’t have sex just because the kids are down the hall. We’re just going to be really quiet.”

“Do you know how hard that is?”

“I know exactly how hard it is,” he teases, pressing his body against mine.

Giggling, I nuzzle into his neck. “You’re so bad.”

He gently pushes me down on the bed and quickly pulls off my shoes and pants.

“Get under the covers,” he whispers, pulling the comforter and sheet back. “I want us to be covered in case one of the kids wanders in.”

“Good idea!” I whisper back, crawling under the sheets while he takes his jeans off and climbs into the bed next to me. We lie on our sides face to face, and I push his hair out of his eyes. “Thank you for having us over. I love Katie. She’s so sweet and well-behaved. Tommy loves her, too.”

He rests his hand on my hip. “She really likes you guys, too. I love that kid. She’s my little princess.”

I kiss his lips softly, allowing my heart to tumble further over the feeble wall trying to protect it.

“I’m falling for you pretty bad,” I whisper, playing with his hair. He pulls me on top of him and gathers my hair in his hand, pulling it to the side.

His eyes seek out mine in the dim room. “Ivy . . . me too. So fucking bad I’m falling.”

My heart surges, and I close my eyes, capturing his words and locking them away. His hand caresses my cheek. “Baby, this can be our life. You know that, right? We can be forever.”

Forever. I used to believe in forever, until it ended. Maybe there’s no such thing as forever, and what most people really mean is, as long as it’s easy. Forever seems to be measured in good moments, but ends with the bad.

Staring down into his dark eyes, I know without a doubt that, to Lukas, forever is infinite. I can feel it.

His hands slide down my torso and stop to squeeze my ass. “If you let me . . . I can give you so much, Ivy. Mentally and physically.” He kisses my lips, biting my bottom lip before pulling away, tugging my soft flesh. I gasp and press myself against his hard cock beneath me. “I want to drag you into my world and never let you go.”

“I want that, too, Lukas. Please, don’t think I don’t.”

Bowing my head down, I kiss his lips, softly at first, then deeper, my tongue finally mingling with his. His warm hands slowly creep up my sides, over my shoulders, and down my arms until his hands meet mine. Clasping our fingers together, he raises our hands above our heads against the bed’s headboard, stretching us out.

“I want you to fuck me just like this . . . without using your hands,” he says, his voice low.

“Lukas . . .” Warmth spreads through my body, firing up between my thighs. His dirty talk shocks and excites me, always making me wet instantly. Kneeling up slightly, I position myself over his hard cock and rotate my hips, grinding down on him until I’ve got his moist head at my entrance, and slowly move down onto him, taking him into me.

“That’s perfect,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire, his fingers tightening around mine. “I love your body. Let it love me back.”

His words quell my insecurities of feeling less than attractive on top, a position I’ve never been fond of—until now. Seeing him under me, his hair fanned out around his head, those sultry eyes half-closed, and his inked arms stretched over his head, muscles taut, quickens my pulse. Pulling me up further on top of him, he buries his face between my breasts, running his tongue over the soft curves as I slowly ride him, his tongue ring flicking over my nipples and sending electric shocks through me.

His hips rotate against mine, inviting my body to move in unison with his in slow languid circles, pressing up into me as I arch down to meet his subtle thrusts.

“Kiss me.” His voice pulls me from the erotic delirium I had slipped into, but only for a brief moment. I’ve never been commanded or restrained—even for fun—during sex before and could never understand the appeal when I saw it in movies. But having my hands held, being kept from being able to touch him, and being told to kiss him in that sexy raspy boy-man voice is a true aphrodisiac. My body liquefies, melting into him, my mouth crashing down on his, opening to let his tongue slip in. My fingers curl tighter around his.

His thumbs trace small circles against my palms as we make love, and somehow, that ignites an even deeper ache in me. He is always in the moment with me, never losing himself in his own head and body. This simple touch, his fingers gliding over my palms, is so sensual to me, the way his thumbs move in rhythm with his hips, that I completely lose myself, moaning his name against his lips as I shudder on top of him.

“Don’t stop . . .” Still clasping my hands in his, he pushes me up until I’m sitting straight up on top of him. “I want to watch you.” My hands are released, and his slide up to cup my breasts.

My pussy clenches around him as another jolt of ecstasy courses through me, but the little voices edge into my brain. You probably look fat. You have stretch marks. Get off him and hide under him!

Arching up, his strong arms go around me, pulling me tighter against him, rocking himself into me. “You’re gorgeous,” he groans, pulling my head back by my hair, his lips on my neck, sucking and gently biting. Then, gently, he’s pushing me back, bending me backward until my thighs are spread wider over him, my breasts pointing up as he grips my waist, moving me back and forth on his hard shaft. I become so mesmerized watching him, the way his arm and thigh muscles flex, the droplets of sweat dripping down his chest, glistening over the tattoo of the dragon that almost appears alive on his flesh as he moves, that I almost become paralyzed, unable to move. He is beautiful. He is living art. He is everything I never knew I wanted. And want him, I do.

He grins sheepishly and yanks me up against his chest in one quick, strong movement, cupping his hand against the back of my neck. “Your eyes kill me, Ivy,” he whispers, thrusting upwards inside me so deep that I suck in a breath. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna let you go.”

Gripping his shoulders as we move faster and harder against each other, I kiss his waiting lips. “I don’t think I want you to,” I tease.

Grasping my face in his hands, he kisses me deeply, his cock smoldering deep inside me with a final surge.

IVY

A COUPLES DATE.

A fun dinner at my house with my long-time best friend and her husband shouldn’t be causing me stress. We’ve done it at least a hundred times.

But not with me dating a younger guy.

Setting the dining room table, while Lukas prepares lasagna and chicken parmesan in my kitchen, I glance at Lindsay. She’s nibbling on a breadstick a little too deeply as she practically drools over Lukas as he moves around my kitchen.

“My God, Ivy” she whispers. “You hit the jackpot.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask her.

“Him. He’s sexy as hell, and he even cooks. He’s like a God. I want one.”