Covered in Coal (Buried Secrets 1)

My brain is in an alcohol induced fog, impaired by the overload of heartache that we have both shared here tonight. But Luke’s touch courses through my body, heating me from head to toe. I kiss him passionately, and let go of all of the thoughts that are cluttering my mind. My only focus is Luke, and this tantalizing kiss he has pulled me in. Luke trails warm kisses down my neck and across my shoulder.

He slides his finger through the strap of the cami, sliding it down my arm, exposing my breast. I arch my back, pressing my breast forward as he feathers delicate kisses across my nipple. I run my fingers through his hair, tugging his brown locks, as he flicks his tongue around my nipple. My sex clinches at the sensation of his velvety tongue against my flesh. Luke wraps his arm tightly around my waist, lifting me as he stands, carrying me up the stairs. Our gaze never breaks, as he carries me to my bed.

He slides my body down his slowly, and I can feel his hardness pressing against me. He slowly undresses me, sure to keep his intent stare with my eyes. Once I’m naked and exposed in front of him, I trail my fingers up his chest softly, and he moans at the contact. He strips from his clothes, and tangles me in his arms, his lips crashing into mine instinctively. He backs me up against the bed, laying me back gently, before baring his weight on top of me. With his body pressed against mine, I feel protected, and safe.

Our tongues dance delicately together, before he pulls away from my lips, trailing sweet kisses down my chest and across my navel. He rubs his hand against my thigh, willing me to part my legs. He caresses my thigh, slowly working his way up to my sex. His fingers softly caress my swollen heat, trailing the pads of his fingertips around my clit, teasing me with light thrusts. A slight whimper escapes my lips, and I just want to taste him more. He wraps his arm around my waist, rolling so that he’s under me. He pulls my lips to his, and slowly licks along the bottom of my lip, with the tip of his tongue.

“I want to watch you, love me. My beautifully broken beauts.” He breathes against my lips. I could melt at his words. He is so sensual, and affectionate with each touch. I kiss across his pecks, and down the center of his abs, gripping his cock and stroking him softly. His eyes roll back, and a guttural moan escapes his lips.

I continue to stroke his cock, wrapping my lips around him, sucking from hilt to tip. A low rumble rattles deep in his chest, the harder I suck. I lick the length of his cock one last time before guiding it between my wet, creamy thighs, thrusting myself onto him.

Luke grips my hips, slowly grinding against my sex. I rock up and down, gliding his cock in and out of my core. The waves of ecstasy are building with each rock of my hips. Luke raises up, wrapping his arms around me, our sweaty bodies tangled tightly together, as we ride the pleasurable wave out together. He grips his fingers into my hips, spilling himself into me, as I come around his cock.

He tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling me into a deep lust-filled kiss, before falling back against the mattress with me tangled into his arms.

Chapter 34

I tighten my arms around his strong chest and breathe his scent in deep. His scent is different than the fresh ocean breeze I’m used to, this is more of a spicy, woodsy scent. I trace my fingers across his chest and my breath hitches when finger tips graze smooth skin. Colton’s chest is thick and hairy, not smooth. Colton smells like the ocean, not like the woods. I peek one eye open to see his chiseled chin turned up, caramel brown hair a disheveled mess a top his head, and that scar above his right eye.

“Shit!” I scream, tearing away from his embrace, and jumping from the bed. Luke jolts up from the mattress at my screams, dropping the sheet from his waist, springing his rising erection free.

“Damn, beauts what’s the matter?” Luke asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Put your damn cock away, Luke! What the hell is your naked ass doing tangled up around me, in my bed?” I yell, trying to hide the shakiness of my breath.

“Honey, don’t ya remember? You were hurtin’ last night and asked me to stay with you. I guess once we both had a little liquid courage flowing through us, one thing lead to another and we ended up makin’ love.”

“Hell no. Nope. Didn’t happen, ain’t no damn way in hell that I let that happen!”

I cry out, racing to the closet in search of clothes to cover my naked body with. Luke freezes in his stance, not sure what move to make next. I get dressed, then toss his clothes at him before padding down the stairs.

In the living room I find two shot glasses and an empty bottle of Jack turned over on the coffee table. I sit down on the couch, pulling my face to my hands and take a deep breath, trying to remember anything that I can about last night. That’s when the brunt of it all comes crashing down on me.

Colton’s accident, the secret he hid from me, calling Luke to take me home, then the alcohol induced stupor I drank myself in. I remember telling Luke about my past, and him sharing his past with me. I remember when comforting my friend, turned into a lustful retreat, one that I regret more than anything in this moment. I can relate to Luke’s heartache, but how did sleeping with him mend the pain, at all?

I hear Luke’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, and I can’t even lift my head to face him. No, it’s too unbearable. He calls my name, but I ignore him, whimpering soft cries into the palms of my hands. The cushion sinks beneath his weight and he pulls me beneath his arm and begins to trail his finger up and down my bicep. “Doll face, why are ya cryin’?” he asks me with a softened tone.

“Because none of this should have happened last night, Luke. I’m sorry.” I manage to get out, stifling back the tears.

“We’ve both hurt too damn long. It was just one night, Carly. One damn night that we both got to forget the pain, and feel love.”

“I’m sorry. But it can’t happen again.”

Luke kisses my forehead, but doesn’t say anything else. He just holds me tight in his arms, letting me cry. I don’t understand really, why I’m crying. We did nothing wrong. Just two damaged souls who connected, making love, helping each other to forget the pain we’re suffering. But the guilt is as strong as the pain I’m suffering with.

“I think you should go. I need to get ready for work.” I whisper, pulling away from Luke. I stand, and walk to the stairs, wrapping my arms around myself, waiting for him to leave. He doesn’t argue, or question me, he just kisses me on the forehead before walking out of the front door.

After a long hot steaming shower, I tousle my hair with some gel, letting the waves fall loosely down my back, and put on some makeup. Gotta hide the red puffy welts. I pull on a pair of loose fitting jeans, a red camisole, a black flannel and boots. My car is still at Colton’s, so I go to Daddy’s study to find the keys to his old truck, before heading out the door.

When I get to t

he mines, Shelly informs me that there is a MSHA investigator waiting in my office. I had hoped that Mack handled everything yesterday, freeing me of the stress over these damn investigators. I walk into my office, and introduce myself to the old man.

“Thanks for meetin’ with me, Ms. Simon. Your mine foreman, Mack handled all of the accident reports yesterday, but I’d like to do a walk through underground with ya before I go, if that’s all right.”

“Underground? Why? I thought the details of the accident were pretty cut and dry.”

“Yes ma’am. There’s just some safety issues that I’d like to make clear with you while I’m here.”