Page 8 of Luke (Rogue County Rangers #1)

Luke

It’s after midnight when I bring Marie back home. She’s exhausted and emotionally drained.

Alice’s cancer took an aggressive turn, seemingly out of nowhere. The doctors at Rose Haven General stabilized her but her specialist doctors from Denver have to come down tomorrow to check her out.

Everyone’s worried, but no one has said anything truly terrifying like prepare yourself.

“Let’s get you into bed,” I say. “Do you want to shower?”

“I don’t want to sleep,” Marie waves me off.

“You should get some rest,” I urge. “You’ve had a long day. You’ve barely eaten.”

“If I lay down in the dark and try to sleep, I will completely freak out. What you saw earlier was a partial freak-out, albeit a major one. Do you want me to go full freak out?”

“No,” I laugh dryly. “I don’t. How about a movie then?”

“Sure.” She nods shakily. “I can do a movie. And a shower, now that you mention it. The hospital smell is making me want to-”

“Freak out?” I finish.

Marie sticks her tongue out and moves off to her room. I make myself comfortable and put on a movie I know she’ll like. I keep it paused at the start until she gets out of the shower. When she does, she’s wearing an oversized sweater and fuzzy pajama pants.

“That’s the same outfit you used to wear during finals week,” I point out.

“It’s my mental breakdown outfit. Tried and true.”

Her damp hair looks shiny and tousled. Her eyes are rimmed in red. She settles into a comfortable position on the couch beside me.

I play the movie.

Within ten minutes, her head rests on my shoulder as she drifts off.

I do everything I can not to move. Once the movie is over, that becomes more challenging.

One of my hands is asleep and my knees are feeling stiff from staying bent for so long.

Slyly, I try to shift into a more comfortable position.

Marie’s head shoots up.

“Hmm?” She mumbles, her hair still damp and stuck to her face. I gently pull the strands away.

“The movie’s over,” I say.

“Oh,” she mumbles. “Can we watch another?”

She looks up at me, eyes shining. I want to say yes but the word hitches in my throat. I can’t breathe with her looking at me that way.

Her gaze darts to my lips. It’s then I notice that her lips, full and plump, are parted just slightly. I’ve never seen such perfect lips in all my life.

I’ve always thought Marie to be beautiful, but she looks unreal to me now. My hand slides along her arm then around her back. Her body seems highly attuned to my touch.She lets out the softest of sighs.

My cock twitches in my jeans.

When she gently bites her bottom lip, I’m undone. I dip my head and press my lips against hers. She kisses me back with passion and force greater than I was expecting. I wind my fingers into her hair and hold her mouth against mine.

My cock is rock hard now and starting to ache. I want her so badly but I also don’t want to push her. It doesn’t help that none of my blood is in my brain right now and I’m so turned on I can barely form a proper thought.

She wraps her arms around me, pressing her chest against mine.

Even through the thick sweater, I feel the perfect shape of her generous breasts.

My brain is no longer in control as I slip my hands beneath the hem of her sweater.

She’s not wearing a shirt or a bra beneath the sweater.

She sighs against my mouth when my fingertips brush the bottom of her breasts.

I seek out the hard little numbs of her nipples and stroke them. She gasps as a shudder passes through her body. Urged by her reaction, I lift the hem of her sweater, completely exposing her breasts. I dip my head to swirl my tongue around the closeted nipple.

She winds one hand through my hair and holds me close to her. The other trails down my chest until it comes to rest on the solid bulge in my jeans. Without a word, she unbuttons my jeans and frees my cock.

I let out a sigh of relief which quickly turns into a guttural, almost primal, groan as she wraps her hand around my cock and starts to stroke it.

I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside her. I’ll go insane if I go another moment without claiming her in the way I’ve fantasized about so many times.

A tiny voice in my head gives me pause. What if this ruins our friendship forever?

Another stroke of her hand on my cock and the thought flies from my head.

My hands release her breasts so that I can yank down her pajama pants.

She lays back on the couch and wiggles out of her sweater.

She lies there, naked except for the simple black panties she wears.

I want to tear them off with my teeth.

She watches me with eyes full of wanting as I strip out of my clothing. I crawl up the couch, covering her body with mine. I run my hands over every single perfect curve, stopping to pay extra attention to her breasts. I kiss my way up her neck to her mouth as my cock seeks out her entrance.

I rub my throbbing head against her slit for a moment before pushing between her slick folds and plunging into her warm, wet depths.

She gasps beneath me as she rakes her nails down my back. The slight stinging sensation brings far more pleasure than pain.

After allowing her a moment to adjust to my considerable length and girth, I slowly start pumping in and out of her. She rocks up to meet me with every thrust, urging me to go faster. She locks her legs around my waist, allowing me to slide deeper inside of her.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I groan against her lips.

“Really?” She sounds surprised, though it’s hard to tell between her little gasps of pleasure.

“You have no idea.” I slow down for a moment, just so I can savor the sensations gripping my cock. I’m nearing my climax but I refuse to finish until I’ve made Marie’s entire body shudder and her toes curl.

I reach between us so I can stroke her while I slide in and out.

Her breathy moans involve into cries of pleasure as she grips the pillows and arches into me. Her legs tremble as she tightens around my cock, effectively bringing me to my climax while she hits hers.

I’ve never experienced anything as incredible as this. I want to do this all day, every day for the rest of my life.

Marie lets out a final sigh and unclenches her muscles.

I slide out of her and get to my feet. By the time I’ve retrieved my underwear and a blanket for Marie, she’s sound asleep.

A small part of me is disappointed. I was hoping to go again. I will never be able to get enough of her.

The rest of me is relieved. She needs her sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another long day.

I drape the blanket over her naked body and press a kiss onto her forehead. The couch is small. There isn’t enough room for both of us. I don’t want to risk waking her up by moving her so I decide to leave her be. I settle myself into the armchair near the bookshelf. I fall asleep watching her.