Parker
Iwake up to the sun shining through the curtains. The spot next to me is empty, but just as I sit up to look for Lukas, I hear the door shut downstairs and the scrabble of Cujo’s paws as he tears upstairs. The big goof jumps his front paws on the edge of the bed to greet me, wiggling with joy.
Lukas follows, less wiggly, more devastatingly handsome, a bag of food from Olive’s in one hand, a travel tray with two coffees in the other. I sit on the edge of the bed, bare legs hanging out from under my t-shirt as I pet Cujo. I don’t miss the hungry way Lukas eyes me before he shuts it down, putting on a friendly smile.
“Hey birthday girl,” he grins at me, setting everything down on the side table. “I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but I’m a terrible cook. This seemed like the kinder option.”
He leans in, holding my neck and kissing me deeply. The scruff of his beard tickles my face as he draws my lip between his teeth, giving me a playful bite. I hold back a moan, desire creeping through my sleepy body.
“How’s the hand?” he asks as he opens the bag.
“Surprisingly good, actually,” I say, inspecting my thumb under the edge of the splint. The bruising looks horrible, but it really doesn’t hurt as long as I don’t move it.
“That’s great.” He grins as he pulls a stack of containers out of the bag. “Pancakes or waffles?”
“I can have whatever I want?” I ask, ignoring the containers of food and eyeing his belt. He doesn’t catch it though. He’s too busy sorting out the food and seems determined to keep this as PG as possible.
“Of course, it’s your birthday,” he says as he glances over at me.
“Good,” I say as I reach for his belt with my left hand. “Because I want you.”
Lukas bites his lip, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before stilling my hand. “You’re hurt. I don’t want to make it worse.”
“You won’t,” I laugh. “I’ll keep my hand out of the way. I’m pretty sure I can do plenty with lefty.” Sliding my palm over the bulge in his pants, I run my fingers over the outline of his hard-on. It twitches against my touch and I feel a little rush of self-satisfaction. “See.”
Lukas’ head drops backwards, eyes closed as he takes a shallow breath. His broad shoulders look tight as he wrestles with the desire to give in. He makes me feel like a vixen, but I kind of love it.
“Parker—” he chokes out one last protest, but when I unzip his pants and slip my hands into his boxers, he grabs my wrist. “Ok, you win, Freckles,” he growls. “But there are going to be rules. And if you break the rules, I will stop. Got it?”
I smirk up at him, loving the way his eyes go dark with lust when I say, “Yes sir.”
Lukas slides his hands up my thighs before spreading them wide and stepping between them. His eyes burn into mine as he lifts my shirt over my head, easing it over my splinted hand.
“What are the rules?” I ask coyly as he tosses it aside.
Lukas leans down, wrapping my hair around his fist, pulling it so I have to look straight up at him. Maybe it’s messed up, but holy hell does it turn me on. His other hand cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little squeeze that makes me gasp, pleasure coursing through my body.
“You’re going to lie down and you’re going to put your hand up on the pillow. If you move your hand, we’re done until you get a doctor’s note. The rest of your recovery will be so G-rated it would bore a Disney character.”
“Fine,” I laugh. “Is that it?”
“No. I get to blindfold you and make you come as many times as I want.”
My sex clenches at the possessive edge in his voice, the intensity in his eyes as he watches me. I feel drunk when he looks at me like that. Like he would do terrible things to have me and only me. Moisture slicks my folds as I squirm and nod excitedly.
“Yeah, I’m not going to fight you on that one,” I whisper, so turned on that I’m trembling.
Lukas steps away, grabbing a black bandana out of a drawer, folding it over, and rolling it to make an improvised blindfold. I tip my chin up, closing my eyes so he can tie it for me. He’s careful not to pull my hair but pulls it snug enough that no light sneaks through. Then he scoops me up, thick arms flexing under me as he sets me in the middle of the bed. He puts a pillow under my hand with a growly reminder not to move it. The threat of an entirely sex-less recovery is enough to glue my arm to this pillow for as long as he wants.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he rumbles, running his fingertips over my stomach. His weight shifts over me as his mouth closes around my nipple, hot and wet. He sucks and flicks at it with his tongue, sending little waves of pleasure spinning through my body. He pinches my other nipple in his fingers, rolling and plucking at it until it’s tight and straining for more. He switches sides, cool air making my damp nipple pebble instantly. When his tongue swirls around the other, I gasp, arching my back and rubbing my thighs together, trying to ease the aching need that’s building. The movement only makes it worse when I realize how wet I am. I feel a tug on my nipple as Lukas turns his head. Yeah… he didn’t miss that. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through my nerves.
“Spread your legs, Parker,” he demands. I shiver and I do what he says, spreading my legs. “Wider,” he growls, biting the underside of my breast, just hard enough to make me suck in a breath. I gasp, moaning as I spread my legs wide. “Good girl.” His breath tickles my skin as he lowers his head, trailing little bites down my side. Goosebumps cover my skin and I feel electric, every inch of me tingling.
“Jesus, you’re drenched,” he growls, running a finger through my folds. I moan, the touch is so slight that all it does is make me needier. His finger pulls away and then I feel the damp pad of his finger pluck at my nipple. He sucks the tight peak into his mouth as I feel his fingers at my entrance. He pushes them inside, groaning into my breast.
“Holy shit,” I pant, my head spinning at the rush of erotic satisfaction. “Oh God, yes,” I whisper as his fingers twist inside me, solid and thick. He drives me higher with each stroke until I’m shaking. The mattress dips beside me as he moves lower, and when I feel his tongue flick against my clit, I come, moaning his name.
I run my good hand through his hair as I float back into my body. His bristly cheek rests on my thigh, his fingers moving in me slow and gentle.