Page 40 of Hell of a Mess

Thirty-Five

Lace

It was almost cruel, having to sleep in this room again because tomorrow would come.

Mal would return from whatever business he’d gone with Luther and Linc to handle, and I’d go back to his house.

Even without Luther being here, just sleeping in a room that belonged to him felt warm.

I’d fallen asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, which was rare for me.

After dinner, I had watched a movie with Jayda, Branwen, and Stevie. That was nice too. Stevie showed me a new trick that she’d taught Maui, and Maui was happy to see me. He’d kept coming over to snuggle his head in my lap. I wished Mal had a dog.

Heavy, booted footsteps came from the hallway, and I bolted up in bed. He was back. At least I thought that was him. I hoped it was. But if Luther was here, did that mean I had to leave with Mal? It was the middle of the night. I didn’t want to go yet.

Glancing at my pillow, I decided to lie back down and pretend I was asleep. If it was Mal, I doubted he’d wake me.

Turning my back to the door, I tried to breathe deeply and slowly as the door eased open.

Please let it be Luther.

He hadn’t been here when Mal brought me this evening. He’d already left for whatever thing they had to handle. I’d asked Branwen where they had gone, and she’d shrugged and said it was best we didn’t ask that question. That the answers weren’t always ones we wanted to hear.

The door clicked shut, and the footsteps softened as they drew nearer.

“I’m hurt, sugar,” Luther’s deep voice drawled. “I was expecting you to be happy to see me.”

Rolling over, I smiled up at him.

He pulled a gun from behind his back and laid it on the bedside table, then began to take off his boots while keeping his eyes on me.

“I wasn’t sure it was you,” I explained. “I am happy to see you.”

His brows drew together. “Who did you think it was?”

I shrugged. “Mal. I was afraid he might be here to take me back to his house.”

Luther grinned, and a wicked glint in his eyes made me shiver. “I wouldn’t have let him wake you up. He’ll be here in the morning though.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the ground, then went to the zipper on his jeans. He was undressing. My heart began to beat wildly as I watched him.

I’d replayed two days ago in Mal’s kitchen a million times in my head.

There hadn’t been any calls from Luther, just text messages.

He had been busy as had Mal. I assumed whatever business they had been handling had to do with where they had gone tonight.

But his text messages had always left a huge smile on my face.

When he was in only a pair of black boxer briefs, he pulled back the covers and stared down at me, his gaze traveling down my body slowly before he climbed in beside me. I wanted to touch his chest, run my fingers over it, feel every hard ripple. Study all the artwork that decorated it.

He opened his arms. “Come here.”

I immediately moved into his embrace with a sigh of contentment as his arms wrapped around me.

He kissed the top of my head. “Are you still sore?” he asked with his nose buried in my hair.

I’d admitted in a text last night that I was sore after he asked. But it was the most wonderful sore in the world.

“No,” I replied.

“Mmm,” he murmured, and one of his hands slid down my back until he was cupping my bottom. “That’s good. I was gonna let you sleep, but I don’t think I can do that, sugar.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” I admitted.

“Good,” he said with a pleased smile, then slipped a knuckle under my chin to lift my head up before he lowered his mouth to touch mine. “Sweetest fucking mouth.”

I opened for him, needing the taste again. It was whiskey, tobacco, and cinnamon. It was heady. He groaned as his arms tightened around me, and his tongue circled mine.

Kissing was something I’d never thought much about. Not like I had sex. I hadn’t understood the idea of kissing. But when Luther’s lips moved over mine with hunger, it caused the rest of the world to fall away.

“Roll over onto your stomach,” he said against my lips before taking a quick bite of my bottom one.

My stomach? Okay.

I glanced at him questioningly, and he winked.

I rolled over but turned my head to the side so that I could see what he was doing.

He moved to his knees, and while gazing down at my bottom, he ran his hands over it, then took the waist of my shorts and began to tug them down my legs.

Next came my panties. He removed them both completely, then straddled the backs of my thighs.

Both of his warm, callous palms caressed my naked butt.

“Flawless,” he murmured in a reverent tone. “If you weren’t such a good girl, I’d spank this perfect, creamy ass until it was a bright red.”

Oh! That sent a thrill straight between my legs.

“Mmm, my handprint right here,” he said as if he were talking to himself and musing over how my bottom would look if he spanked it. “My sweet little virgin ass with my handprint.”

Why was this turning me on? I didn’t want to be spanked…did I? The ache between my legs said otherwise.

“Wiggle it for me.”

“What?”

His eyes moved to meet mine. “Wiggle your ass,” he repeated.

That would be embarrassing if it wasn’t for the heated gleam of lust in his hazel eyes. I did as he’d requested, and his eyes shot back to watch. His fingertips brushed one of the cheeks, and he groaned.

“Do it again.”

This time, when I did, he grabbed my upper thighs and lifted my hips until I was on my knees, with my bottom in the air and holding myself up on my elbows.

“Now, open your legs,” he ordered in a raspy voice.

As I opened them, his finger ran over my sex, and I moaned as my body shook from the pleasure.

“That’s a wet little cunt,” he growled before grabbing my bottom and spreading it open.

Then he licked from my slit all the way up to my back entrance. My eyes flew open in shock, and I buried my head in the pillow as his tongue circled it. Teeth sank into my inner thigh, and again, I jerked in response.

“So goddamn sweet. Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”

I didn’t have time to think about what all that might be before he began to lick between my legs like a starving man, growling and pressing his face against me.

The stubble from his short beard tickled where his tongue wasn’t.

My entire body trembled, and my moans turned into cries as the orgasm hit me.

“Oh God! OH!” I shook, fisting the sheet in my hand, and he continued his torturous pleasure until my crest was over.

“I need this cunt, sugar.”

I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see his cock in his hand just before he ran the tip of it over my sensitive folds.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he stared down at what he was doing.

I sucked in a breath as he began to push the large, swollen head inside me.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were half lidded.

The vulnerability in that one look made me feel powerful.

I’d never felt that before. But right now, knowing it was me, my body, that made him feel like this, I felt it.

The stretch as he sank deeper in me was incredible.

“Goddamn, this tight cunt is gonna own me,” he groaned, then thrust in until I was completely full. “FUCK!” His hands tightened on my hips, and he lifted his eyes to meet mine. A whimper escaped me, and his eyes flared. “You take my cock like such a good girl.”

Those words. I whimpered again.

“You like being my good girl, don’t you?” he asked as a wicked grin curled his lips. “Doing what I tell you. Spreading these pretty legs for me.”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Fuuuck.” His growl sounded more animal than man before he began driving into me hard.

The bed shook beneath us, and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filled the room.

“You make me crazy,” he panted. “This cunt is mine.”

His.

Yes. I was his.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Those words sent me into my own bliss. “Luther…” I cried out his name, and the warmth of his release began to fill me.

“GAH! Take it all, sweet baby. Take all my cum.”

I relished in it. Being full of him. Connected to him in a way I’d never been with anyone else. Pleasing him as much as he did me.

When he finished and slowly pulled out of me, I already missed him. I wanted to stay here with him like this forever.

“Come here,” he said, moving to his side and taking me with him. Surrounded by his arms. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and sighed in contentment. “We have to get you on birth control. Now that I’ve fucked you bare and emptied my load in you, I can’t seem to stop.”

I smiled into his chest. He wanted me on birth control. There would be more of this. Of us. I was his. He’d said so.

“Okay,” I agreed.

He ran his fingers through my hair and played with it as my eyes grew heavy. At some point in my childhood, I’d given up on belief in God or heaven. But I’d been wrong. There was a heaven, and I’d found it. Right here in Luther’s arms.