Luke (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 8) Page 7

  Spinning around, my cheeks turn red after getting caught by Lennox. With a hand on his shoulder, I usher him back inside the house. Luke follows.

  “Well, sweetie, sometimes when a man and woman like each other they kiss,” I explain to him, hoping his short attention span will kick in sooner than usual.

  “Hey, buddy. I brought you something,” Luke thankfully says to try and change the subject. It works, and I vow to not let that happen again in front of my son. Things with Luke and I are going great, but are so new. I don’t want Lennox to get confused if things were to end badly.

  Kiss forgotten, at least for now, Lennox beams up at Luke as he places the small hat on his head.

  “Can you tell Luke thank you?” I prompt my son.

  “Thank you,” Lennox says sweetly before he pulls the hat off, looks at the white tiger paw and then puts it on backward to match Luke. The two of them are so cute together, but instead of making me happy, it just makes me feel…terrible.

  After starting daycare last week, Lennox has been around other kids for the first time in his life, since Pattie always kept him while I was at school. He’s started asking why other boys and girls have fathers, but he doesn’t. It breaks my heart a little more whenever he mentions it, but he’s so young that the less he knows, the better.

  I can’t help but wonder if someday Luke could fill the role, but way down the road, and only if it’s what he truly wants. At the same time, I don’t want Lennox to get his hopes up and be let down if he never has a father figure in his life. I know from experience how much it hurts when the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally cut you out of their life. Yes, I made a mistake, but for all the preaching my father does about forgiveness, apparently the rules didn’t apply to me.

  “So, are we ready?” Luke asks.

  “Ah, yeah,” I answer, trying to pull myself out of the painful thoughts to enjoy the day, but that may be easier said than done.

  Chapter Nine

  Luke

  The Meg that showed up today seems so much different from the happy, carefree one last night when we were alone together and then sexting. I can’t help but wonder if the sadness filling her beautiful face is because she’s here, sitting in the football stadium on a warm sunny day with me when her and Lennox should’ve had days like this with Eli.

  Lennox seems to be enjoying the game. His wide, excited eyes have barely left the field, and he practically dances in his seat every time the band starts to play. It’s been fun to watch his reaction to touchdowns for either team after I explained what they were the first time State scored.

  The afternoon has been perfect other than Meg’s seeming withdrawal from me. Maybe I’m overthinking things. Since Lennox is sitting between us on the edge of the seat, I reach my hand over the back of his seat to Meg’s. I sweep her long, strawberry blonde strands over her shoulder, letting my fingers sweep over the smooth, soft skin of her neck along the way. With a shiver of either surprise or arousal, she finally looks my way and makes the first eye contact since we left her house.

  “You okay?” I ask softly, hoping she can read my lips over the roar of the crowd around us. I’m unable to resist resting my palm on her shoulder so I can keep touching her.

  “Yeah,” Meg replies, flashing me a small smile. “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.”

  “Anything I can help with?” I offer.

  “No,” she says, lowering her eyes with a shake of her head. “Just worried about my first real week of work with the students, hoping it goes okay Monday and that I’m prepared.”

  “I’m sure you will be,” I say, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze.

  “Thanks,” she says, smiling a little wider this time.

  “Can I maybe take you out tomorrow night, try to help you relax before the busy week?” I ask. “My parents can babysit…”

  “Sure,” Meg answers without hesitation. “Sounds fun.”

  After our short conversation, Meg’s mood seems to improve for the rest of the game which makes me feel a little better. Although, I still can’t completely let go of the idea that deep down she would rather be here with Eli instead of me. And then I start to wonder if she still loves him, and if so, will I ever get a fair chance with her? It can’t be easy to forget him since the two will always share a son together. Every time Meg looks at Lennox, it must remind her of his father.

  I thought that after all this time I would finally get a real chance with Megan, but I can’t help but wonder if we can ever escape the actual ghost in the room.

  While I know I can never replace my brother, I want to try and be there for Meg and Lennox, if they’ll let me.

  So, later that night after the game when I drop them off at their house, Lennox goes to the bathroom to wash up for dinner, and I pull Meg to me. I kiss her fiercely, trying to show her how much I care about her, how I’ve always cared for her, and that I hope for more. She thankfully kisses me back with equal fervor for a few moments before backing away.

  “I’m sorry,” she says as her fingertips come up to her still damp lips. “Can we just be careful around Lennox for now?”

  “Yeah, of course,” I tell her, only slightly disappointed.

  “I really like you, Luke, but until we give this some time to see how it goes, I don’t want him to see us…together.”

  “I understand,” I assure her, even if the urge to kiss her again is all I can think about. “So when we’re alone…” I start.

  “Anything goes,” Meg replies with a smile that warms every inch of me.

  “Anything?” I repeat.

  “Anything,” she declares as she teases a single finger underneath my tee to rub it along the skin just above the waistband of my jeans, causing a shudder to run through me. “See you tomorrow?”

  “See you then,” I tell her before I have to order my feet to take a step back from her. “Bye, Lennox!” I call out.

  “Bye, Uncle Luke!” I hear him yell back.

  …

  Megan

  While yesterday at the football game had been fun, tonight I’m looking forward to some more one-on-one time with Luke while Lennox plays at his parents’ house. Luke must feel the same way based on the speed at which he dragged me outside to his car.

  “So, where are we going?” I ask Luke as he backs out of the driveway. “Dinner?”

  “Oh, there will definitely be eating involved,” he answers with a mischievous grin that simultaneously fills my stomach with nervousness and excited jitters.

  A few minutes later, his plan becomes much clearer when we pull up to Linc’s lake where the sun is only just starting to set. It’s a beautiful sight to behold, but I have the feeling that we won’t spend much time gazing on nature’s wonders.

  Once we’re parked, Luke walks around and holds open my car door for me.

  “Thanks,” I tell him as I take his hand, hoping my nervousness isn’t obvious by the slight tremor in my voice or the quivering in my palm. While I crave the physical intimacy with Luke, it’s also been years since I had any experience with it. I’m afraid of looking like a naïve idiot.

  “You’re nervous?” Luke asks with a small smile curving his lips. After he shuts the door, he grips my hips and presses my backside into the side of his car.

  “A little,” I admit, resting my hands over each of his thick biceps.

  “Well, that makes two of us,” he says, making me release a small breath of relief. “So, let’s talk about it for a second. Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Yes,” I answer him without hesitation, kissing him back.

  “And do you want me to kiss you and touch you…here?” he asks while his palms smooth up my sides, his thumbs coming to a rest just underneath my breasts.

  “Yes.”

  As soon as the word leaves my mouth, Luke’s lips find my neck and make their way down to my chest and finally my cleavage, sending cold chills up my arms and heat between my legs. With
a quick jerk on either side of my V-neck, both my tee and bra are pulled down at the same time, my bare breasts revealed, pushed upward in offering thanks to the material now bunched underneath. Luke’s tongue lashes over one of my beaded nipples, causing me to melt against his car when my legs suddenly go weak. My fingers thread through the sides of his hair as he licks and suckles, sending pleasurable pulses to my center.

  Confident in the effect he’s having on me, Luke looks up with his blue eyes full of need and asks, “Can I taste you here?” while one of his palms moves down to cup me between my legs, pressing on the seam of my jeans.

  The shy, inexperienced girl in me wants to decline having him perform such a salacious act here, outside where someone could see us. But the sexually repressed, horny woman in me is certain that I need this from Luke, right this second.

  “You want to cross oral off your naughty list?” Luke asks when I hesitate.

  Fairly certain that words may fail me, I reach down and undo my pants, sliding the zipper down in invitation.

  That’s all it takes to bring out the hot, aggressive side of Luke. He shoves my jeans and panties down my legs a second later and then picks me up underneath my thighs, sitting me down on the trunk of his car so that my back is leaning against the glass window. I only vaguely notice him pushing my knees to my chest, my pants and shoes still on, because I’m suddenly too busy screaming and writhing. To get away from or get closer to the tongue that’s plowing through my pussy lips, I’m not sure which until the word “more” alternating with “please” comes pouring from my mouth. My back arches like it’s being pulled by violent strings from above. Needing something to hold on to, to keep me from floating away, I grab at the bunched jeans between my knees as the wonderful waves of bliss roll through me again and again.

  “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I beg the man giving me such pleasure. Sweat drips down my chest while a new sensation overwhelms me from below. Blunt fingers are plunging in and out of my clenching womb while his wet tongue continues to assault the one place on my body that drives me crazy with rapture. “Don’t. Stop,” are the last coherent words I remember before I nearly black out.

  Chapter Ten

  Luke

  Megan’s loud moans suddenly cut off, so I force myself to take my mouth off of her dripping wet pussy to check on her. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, head flopped over to the side on my rear windshield.

  She passed out from pleasure overload.

  Abby used to do the same thing, but I always thought that was just her exhaustion from the pregnancy and leukemia catching up to her.

  On the way out here, I, of course, had imagined this scenario, Meg’s pants around her ankles, thighs to her chest spreading her pussy open to me, but I wasn’t sure if she would be ready for it. Thankfully, she was.

  Hitting rewind on the most recent memory I’ll never, ever forget in a million years, using my tongue on Meg’s clit to make her convulse with an oral orgasm, I quickly undo my pants to pull my hard cock out. I stroke it feverishly to give myself a much-needed release. The fantasy of finishing by shoving deep inside Meg’s tight wet pussy is what does me in. With one palm braced on the trunk for support, I end up hosing down my license plate with hot spurts of cum.

  Fuck if it’s not one of the best releases of my life too.

  I’m not sure what Meg expected to happen tonight, and I hope I didn’t rush things. It’s just so hard to control myself around her. And yeah, I definitely want a do-over for my first time, but I don’t want to rush Meg into anything. Based on what she said when Lennox caught us kissing yesterday, she doesn’t want him to know anything about us being together. I understand that. He’s so young and has enough to deal with because of his absent father.

  While I love my brother, I can’t help but still be a little angry at him for canceling plans with us the night he died. If he hadn’t, he’d still be alive and could’ve been the father Lennox needs. Which means he would've likely ended up being the husband Meg needed too.

  Now, even if Meg and I end up together for the long haul, I’ll always wonder if she wished she were with Eli instead of me, which is depressing as fuck.

  Heaving a heavy sigh, I zip myself back up in my pants and then grab some napkins from the front of the car. I clean Meg up before I ease her panties and jeans back up around her hips, and then fix her top to cover her gorgeous tits that I left hickies on.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I quickly check it, assuming it’s my parents. The text message from my mom says everything’s fine; she just wanted to send a photo my dad took of Lennox cuddled up asleep on her lap. I haven’t seen her smiling and so happy since before Eli died.

  The constant fist squeezing around my heart eases up in relief thanks to how good Mom’s been doing lately. The last few years I worried that we would lose her too, either from the depression or suicide. Now she’s found something worth living for again.

  Texting her back, I say that we’ll be back soon and let us know if they need us home even faster. I want to give Meg a little time to rest since she probably hasn’t had much of that since Lennox was born, between raising him and going to school, now starting to work full time. She’s incredible, and I can’t help but admire her.

  And having her sprawled on the back of my Mustang has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. From her flushed, ivory skin to disheveled strawberry blonde waves, she’s so damn beautiful it almost hurts to look at her, reminding me of all the times I would watch her at church or sneak glances at her when she was with my brother.

  I used to think Eli was the luckiest guy around. He had a ton of friends, was a great wrestler, our parents’ favorite son, but most of all he had a gorgeous girl with emerald eyes who looked at him with more love and devotion than I even knew existed in the world. I didn’t want just anyone to look at me that way; I wanted it to be Meg.

  Bracing my palms on either side of her head, I lean down and kiss her parted lips, unable to believe that she’s really here, back in my life again. After that night we were together, I thought I had lost Meg for good and had all but given up on finding her. Now, not only is she back, but she actually wants to be with me.

  The first few weeks without her or Eli were brutal, the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. While I kept hoping she would eventually come back, it was depressing as hell to know for certain that my brother was well and truly gone.

  Despite being across the hall from my own, I don’t think I’ve stepped one foot in his bedroom since the funeral. The guilt and sadness of his empty space is just too much to handle. Sometimes I visit the graveyard where my mom takes flowers at least once a month, if not every week, but it’s never made him feel any closer. I guess nothing ever will again.

  Eventually, my soft kisses cause Meg to start to rouse awake again. I’m still hovering over her when her eyes begin to blink open.

  “Morning,” I tease her with a grin.

  “Oh my God. Did we just…did that really happen?” she asks while slapping her hand over her face.

  “Yes, it did, if you’re referring to the marathon tongue fucking.”

  “Oh my God,” she mutters again, now covering her face with both hands.

  “Is that an embarrassed OMG or a regretful OMG? I really hope it’s neither,” I tell her as I stand back to give her more space.

  “I’ve just…I’ve never done anything like that before…” she answers before finally uncovering her face and shocking the shit out of me.

  “So no one has ever gone down on you?” I ask for clarification while my cock jerks awake again.

  “No,” she replies with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry if I …overreacted.”

  “You didn’t overreact,” I assure her with a smile. “You…reacted just fucking fine as proven by the fact my license plate and bumper are now soaked with cum.”

  “Oh my God,” she says again before apologizing.

  “Too much too soon?” I ask in concern.

  �
�No, definitely not,” she says, allowing me to exhale a breath of relief.

  “Good,” I tell her, shoving my hands in the front pockets of my pants to refrain from molesting her again. “I know we should probably go slower, but I can’t help myself. I want you too badly.”

  “I want you too,” Meg says as she sits up on the hood with her legs still dangling over the edge, reaching for my shoulders to pull me closer. I swear I feel my heart start to swell in my chest. “And we’re not teenagers anymore,” she adds. “We’re both adults who can do that whenever we want.”

  “Right,” I agree with a smile. “Except when Lennox is around?” I ask.

  “Yes. I just don’t want to confuse him, you know?” she replies with a cringe.

  “I understand. You’re just trying to be a good mother,” I assure her with a quick kiss to her lips since she instantly pulls away.

  “We should probably get back,” she says abruptly, bursting the happy little bubble we had just been inside.

  “Yeah,” I agree reluctantly and help her down from the trunk.

  Being with Meg the last few days has been addicting. I want more of everything, time with her and Lennox, more touches of her soft skin, her kisses, and most definitely more of the sexy intimacy from earlier.

  I know that we have to go slow, though, because despite how natural it feels to be with her, a lot has happened over the years. We have to be careful that we don’t rush and mess things up.

  It’s gonna be great, I just know it is. I’ve loved Megan since I was practically a kid, so now I just have to hope that one day she’ll feel the same about me.

  Chapter Eleven

  Luke

  I’m still euphoric from an incredible weekend, and I'm excited to see Meg and Lennox for dinner at their house tonight, having one of the best Mondays I can remember, when everything suddenly goes to hell.