“Please don’t break up with me,” I cried as tears began spilling down my face again.
“I won’t, not tonight.” He kissed me.
“Not tonight?!” I pushed him off me, screaming, sitting up. “What the fuck does that mean?!”
He sat up as well and looked down at his lap, clenching and unclenching his fists, not responding, not looking up. My heart dropped. Was he really considering breaking up with me? My perfect boyfriend that I couldn’t imagine my life without was actually considering ending our relationship, taking away the entire future I’d imagined with him. I could almost feel my heart physically tearing into two. I couldn’t believe that it could actually be over.
“Do you not love me anymore?” I practically whispered, the most vulnerable I’d ever been in my life.
He suddenly looked up, his light brown eyes staring deeply into mine. “Of course I still love you.”
“Then how can you just throw away everything we have together?” I was practically screaming.
“I don’t want to, Lucy. I’m just trying to do the right thing. I believed as much as you did that you were my mate, and that’s why I fell so hard for you. Trust me, I’m just as surprised and upset about this as you are. But now we know the truth.”
“What can be truer than how we feel for each other?” Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.
Luke pulled me back against him, kissing the side of my head, trailing kisses down my face until our mouths found each other. The kiss deepened as I slipped my tongue in his mouth, eager to be close to him, desperate to feel his skin against mine, wanting to believe he loved me as much as I loved him. Before I knew it, our kissing had progressed and his mouth moved down to my chin and then to my neck and chest. He unzipped my dress. I pulled it over my head revealing the red lingerie set I had worn just for the occasion.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as I lay back and he kissed down to my breasts, unclipping my bra, and slipping it off my arms. He removed his own shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and sculpted chest and abs. I ran my hand down his abdomen as I watched a bulge appear in his pants.
He lowered his head back down toward my body and sucked gently on each nipple as he fondled my breasts. I moaned and he kissed slowly down my stomach and over the top of my thong. I was becoming very wet between my legs, a desperate pulsing emerging. I stroked the nape of his neck, eager for him to go further.
He finally removed my panties and began kissing me up my inner thighs, teasing me. I moaned more loudly, encouraging him to go further. He eventually slipped his tongue between my legs, and quickly found that sweet spot, flicking his tongue against my clitoris. A loud moan escaped my lips as pleasure radiated from where he brushed his tongue against me.
I put my hand on his head, stopping him. “Luke, I want you. I want to have sex with you.”
“Are you sure?” He looked at me.
“Yes,” I replied. I was ready. I loved him and wanted to feel him inside me. I undid his belt buckle. He removed his pants and underwear, allowing his erection to spring free. I watched as he pulled a condom from the pocket of his pants and rolled it onto himself. He lowered himself back onto me and began kissing me again, the taste of me on his tongue, which aroused me further.
As he kissed me, he moved his cock against my opening, rubbing it, heightening my desire, my desperation, to finally feel him inside me. “I love you,” he said as he entered me, forcing my insides to stretch to fit himself within me, a tear escaping my eye from the pain. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s okay,” I replied. He began moving slowly, and pleasure from the movement mixed with the pain from being stretched to accommodate him. He increased the speed of his movement and used his thumb to rub my clitoris, the ember inside me building to a full fire, heating and galvanizing my whole body. I dug my fingers into his back as he moved against me, relishing all of the sensations of the two of us together.
He sped up, and rubbed my clit harder, until I was trembling under him, feeling an intense orgasm blaze across my entire body. He let out his own deep growl, signaling that he had come, and collapsed on top of me. After catching his breath, he lifted himself onto his forearms and looked me in the eyes, smiling, and kissed my head. He then got up and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. A bliss spread throughout me as I reflected on the moment we had just shared. When he came back into the bed, we snuggled up against each other until we fell asleep, and I knew I’d never let him go.
Chapter 8
Jasmine
AboutaweekafterBlake and I went hiking, I was working with Lucy. I had opened that morning. And I was working a shorter shift than normal. It was just after nine and the rush had slowed. I was looking forward to leaving in an hour when my replacement, a new hire named Reena, would be taking my place. Lucy was on her cell phone and put it down next to mine as a customer entered.
She quickly took his order, and I ran to go make it. After I handed him his drink, I looked to see the screen of my cell phone flash. I was about to reach for it, but something caught Lucy’s eye and she grabbed for it first.
“Ooooh! Who’s thisBlake Sexy AF? Is that Alpha Blake?” Her eyes darted up at me.Shit, I forgot to change his name in my phone. “And here I was thinking you’re a lost cause!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, you’re such a prude. I don’t mean any offense by that, but damn, I guess I had you all wrong!Blake Sexy AF! And here he is texting you and I had no idea you ever even talked to him after that day at the beach!”
“We don’t normally talk.”
“How’d you get his number then? How come you didn’t tell me he gave you his number?” She narrowed her eyes at me.
“I forgot I had it,” I replied, annoyed that Lucy had my phone. I wanted to see what Blake was texting me. I hadn’t heard from him since that day we went hiking, causing me to feel anxious all week, desperately trying to busy myself with other things to stop thinking about him. My heart was racing, eager to know why he was finally contacting me again.
“But you didn’t answer my first question. How’d you get his number? When did this happen?”