Luke
What was wrong with me? Twice in two days I’d almost kissed Fliss. I must have some kind of death wish. Our friendship was tentative, but my body appeared to have other ideas about that. I kept thinking about my conversations with Marcus. Perhaps getting laid would stop my dick from demanding I have angry sex with Fliss. I was sure Stella would be up for it. My body shuddered even thinking about that. Now Fliss had confirmed my worst fears. The cougar wanted me and didn’t seem to be deterred. Maybe I should have told her I was gay, but I didn’t think even that would deter her. In fact, knowing her, she’d see it as even more of a challenge.
I heard Fliss talking with Vi, who’d popped over for a chat. She was giving her advice on the best sort of potting compost to use. My God, she was full of smiles and talking to Vi as though they’d been best friends for years. I could have watched her all day. Seeing the way her personality was flourishing was sexy. Her eyes strayed over in my direction, a shy smile on her face. Damn, she really would start to think I was a stalker at this rate.
I headed for my greenhouse to check on the cucumber plants that I’d grown from seed. My chest swelled with pride as I looked at all the green plants, cucumbers, and others growing. There was something so satisfying about the whole process. I couldn’t wait to start eating all the fresh fruit and veggies.
There was a tap on the greenhouse door. For a second, I was worried it was Stella. But there was no trail of the rank perfume that usually accompanied her. Thank fuck for that.
“Sorry to disturb you.”
That sweet voice again. I put down my secateurs and turned to face Fliss. It was sunny, and I could see the cute little band of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her face was beaded with perspiration, and God help me, the rise and fall of her pert tits in her tight t-shirt were making my dick stand up quicker than an employee leaving the office at five p.m. on a Friday afternoon.
I was going straight to the dark depths of hell for my filthy thoughts.
I coughed and tried to readjust myself without being too obvious. “Not a problem. I was just checking out my cucumbers.” I let out a small groan.
“Are you okay? Is it your foot?” She’d stepped inside the greenhouse now and was up close and personal.
It’s not my foot, but I may have a foot long if your body gets any closer.
I turned back to her and put the secateurs down, gripping the edge of the shelf until my knuckles turned white. One of her hands tentatively touched my bicep. It was nothing like the way Stella had groped me. This touch sent my pulse racing, and desire sparked along my spine.
“Luke, tell me how I can help you.”
Those few words were just enough for me to take action. I quickly turned around, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pressed my body against hers. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating, and a small gasp slipped from her. I could feel her trembling. Hell, I was trembling too. All rational thought left me.
“You can help me like this,” I growled.
My lips slammed against hers, not giving her any time to back away. Much to my surprise, her hands snaked up to my neck, holding me closer. One of my hands captured the back of her neck while my other rested just above her ass. I kissed her with a ferociousness that scared me. My tongue delved inside her mouth and dominated hers in a hot tangle. A sweet little moan came from her, which only turned me on more.
There was no hiding how hard I was as my cock poked against her belly. This didn’t appear to scare her. In fact, she rubbed brazenly against me. I deepened the kiss, biting and nibbling at her lower lip. The sun was shining down on the greenhouse, making it as hot and steamy as the kiss we shared. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be laying her out on the ground and pounding into her until she came, screaming. Calling out my name as I gave her an orgasm she’d never forget. We didn’t even hear the greenhouse door opening until it was too late.
“Not interested, huh? I would say by the way you’re behaving like a bitch in heat, you’re more than interested.”
We broke apart at the sound of Stella’s angry voice. Her blue eyes were raging, jealousy rolling off of her in palpable waves. I glanced at Fliss, who looked shellshocked, her lips swollen from our hot kiss.
“Um… I have to go,” she whispered in a breathy voice as she stumbled blindly past Stella.
“Wait, Fliss,” I called out to her, trying to get past Stella, who’d blocked my way.
“I can give you so much more than she ever could,” she cooed.
I gritted my teeth and pushed past her. “Just fuck off, Stella. I am not interested,” I growled.
My only thought was to get to Fliss and discuss what the hell had just happened between us. I saw her headed for her shed and watched as she slammed the door shut. I waited outside for long moments, wondering whether I should just go in. Turning around, I saw Stella was nowhere in sight. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I put my hand on the door and pushed.
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Felicity
What just happened? How had I allowed Luke to kiss me so easily? Oh, boy, was he hard. So hard that it made me wetter than I’d ever been. I honestly think if Stella hadn’t rocked up, he’d have planted something deep inside me, and it wouldn’t have been a cucumber. My body was shaking, and my nipples were so hard I swear I could have hung coats from them. I heard the door to my shed open. I gripped the edge of the shelf where my pots were, unable to turn around.
“Fliss? Hey, are you okay?”
Luke’s voice was soft and tentative. Like he was uncertain what to do next. I turned to face him. My eyes fell to his lips. Lips that mine had been glued to just a few short moments before. My finger went to my own lips, remembering how good his had felt moving against mine. He noticed what I was doing, and his nostrils flared.
“I’m not sure. How did that happen?”