Page 63 of This Time Around

I don’t know if I have the strength to say no.

Luke

Isaw a flash of red behind two women in the kitchen, and instantly knew it’s her.

She’s looking at her wineglass and I can tell by her body language she is straining to hear whatever the women in the way of my fucking view of her are saying. As if summoning my desire, the women turned towards each other and as they parted, the gates to heaven opened behind them. I got a full glimpse of B, and I went dark with desire. I stalk towards her in calculated motions, lightly pushing the women aside, begging my dick to stay down. The amount of focus and control I have to exert to keep my dick from going hard is unbearable.

As she talks the rise and fall of her chest is thick with desire. Her red locks flowing in loose curls running down her arms and chest, outlining the swell of her breasts perfectly, and by the sudden peak of her nipples, I can tell she’s braless, making my quest even more difficult.

There she is standing here, legs crossed, propped up against the counter, full of attitude. She is wearing a dark gray, cropped graphic t-shirt, and it hits just above the band of her knit black skirt, showing just enough skin. The fitted skirt shows off every delicious curve of her hips. I bet her ass looks fucking amazing. As my eyes roam down her body, I see another sliver of skin between the bottom of her skirt and the top of the black heeled boots she is wearing. To top off the look, she painted her lips signature red, plump and delicious. I want to suck her full bottom lip into my mouth.

After I bare my heart to Blake, she just stands there mouth agape.

She swallows, and the vision of her throat constricting before me makes my desire grow even harder to contain.

“I don’t know what to say, Luke,” she finally murmurs after a beat.

“Say you knew I would be here, and you put this on for me, tell me your pebbled nipples are hard for me, and your thighs are slick from my proximity and that’s why you keep shifting your weight back and forth, you’re trying to find some friction. Tell me how fucking badly you want me to take you home, B.”

“Holy fuck-that is so fucking hot,” a voice whispers behind me, and I realize we still have an audience. Before Blake can answer, my darkest desires scatter due to the interruption. I have to get her out of here.

“Damn, you look hot. Aren’t you glad I told her you’d be here, Luke?” Ana’s eyes are glistening mischievously as she pulls Blake into a hug.

I nod in agreement, not allowing my eyes to leave Blake’s face.

Knox’s hand clasps my shoulder. “Dude, I know that look.” He looks at Ana and clears his throat. “I’ve had that look more times than I can count. Let’s grab a beer.” He pulls me away from Blake.

“What look?” Ana laughs.

“The look of feral desire to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow,” Knox bends down and speaks in Ana’s ear, not really giving a shit who hears. Knox is the guy who wants everyone to know Ana is his. I feel that.

The two women are still shamelessly watching, eyes wide. My guess is they have a thing for Knox, and his mouth just amplified their desires and solidified the fact he is off the market, clearly strategic.

He pulls me a few feet away and hands me a beer.

“Why are you looking at her like you want to maul her?” he asks with a laugh.

My eyes are still on Blake. “I have been sleeping on my parents’ couch since the opening, and look at her. I can’t do it anymore.” Suddenly, for reasons I can’t explain, I snap my attention to Knox and ask in a panic, “Is Cash here?”

“No, he flew back home. Why?” he asks, looking puzzled.

“I need to make things right with Blake, and I will be taking her home tonight. I can’t have him cock blocking me by making her pissed.”

Knox just laughs. “You know, all of this shit between him and Blake is a huge misunderstanding.”

“I know. He told me that the other day at work. Doesn’t mean I’m ok with him moving in on April.” I keep my gaze fixed on Blake as I speak, as if she’ll vanish if I look away.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what that’s about, but I’ll get it out of him eventually. Listen, I know you have all kinds of pent up shit with Blake, but Ana is driving me fucking wild tonight. Apparently I have a pregnancy kink, and she is fucking hot as fuck. I’ll have her help me get more plates, I’ll steal a kiss or two, and you can shoot your shot with Blake, just take her home before shit gets heated.” Knox winks.

I give him a curt nod, knowing he has nothing to worry about. The things I will do to Blake are not things anyone else gets to bear witness to.

I watch as Knox walks up behind Ana, kisses her neck and pulls her out the back door, leaving all their guests to themselves, and the two women in the kitchen speechless.

“Where is Knox?” some guy walks up and asks the two women. “We are supposed to talk about the upcoming camp for the boys.”

“He’s busy,” she points, her voice dripping with disdain.

“Oh, well, I can go grab him. You know, save him from having to entertain people,” he answers thoughtlessly, taking a step towards the door.