Crazy Maybe (23 page)

LUKE

Showered and changed into more comfortable clothes, we’re all piled up in Andi’s den watching movies on her huge, plasma TV.  Looking around the room, I feel like the luckiest man alive.  I have the best group of friends and in my lap, snuggled up lovingly to me, is the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met.  That’s ever walked the face of this earth.  And she’s
mine
– even if she hasn’t said it yet.

My arms are wrapped protectively around her and we have this couch to ourselves.  Luckily, Andi’s house is huge, so her den has enough room to fit several couches and recliners.  She purposely set this room up to be very cozy and lived in because she loves having friends over.  Growing up without a real family has made her want to keep the people she loves very close and comfortable. 

Andi sits up to grab a blanket to cover herself up with because in the summer she keeps her house the same temperature as the bottom of a fucking deep freezer.  She’s wearing a thin, cotton tank top with spaghetti straps and a short pair of cotton pajama shorts, so I’m completely fine with her covering herself up while all these other guys are in the house.  Especially Brandon.  She’s obviously cold because her nipples look like little pebbles under the thin material of her top.

While she’s up, she grabs the remote control for the lights and turns them off so we can watch the big screen in “movie-theater style,” as she puts it.  Also fine with me, because my girl will be all snuggled up to me in the dark.  Under a blanket.  All alone on this comfortable, overstuffed leather couch. 
Hell, yeah!

While she’s still up, I take the opportunity to stretch out on the extra wide couch.  When she turns around with the b
lanket, she smiles shyly and lies back down with me on the couch, her back to my front.  I cover us with the blanket and wrap my arm around her front, being sure to rub across her best parts as I finally still my hand on her stomach.  I nuzzle into her neck and strategically place kisses right where I know she likes it.  She arches her perfect little ass into my already growing hard-on and in an instant I am the man of steel.

Without turning my head, I look around the room to make sure no one is watching us.  I chose the best location in the room.  Our couch is on the back wall and everyone else is coupled up but with their backs to us.  The guys picked an action movie with a little bit of romance weaved in for the ladies.  With Andi’s awesome surround sound system, it sounds like we’re in a theater and it’s just as loud.  I fucking love it.

I both feel and hear her whimper a sexy little moan and I push into her from behind.  My finger is tracing lazy circles on her silky smooth skin.  I can’t fucking take it anymore – it’s been too long since I’ve held her.  I’m not a fucking exhibitionist by any means.  I don’t want anyone else seeing my girl like that.  But I fucking need her so I’m determined to find a way to make this happen.  She’s going to kill me but it’ll be so worth it.

I slide my hand up to her hip bone and around to her plump little ass.  I slip my hand into the back of her shorts and find that sweet spot between her legs.  Her whole body tenses for a few seconds and I’m sure she’s wondering what I’m doing.  Well, there’s no way she doubts what I’m doing – but she has to wonder if I’ve lost my fu
cking mind. 
Yes, yes, I have.
 

I push one finger into her and find her already wet for me. 
Fuck! 
With my finger now soaked from the sweet nectar that is all Andi, I move it around her velvety folds, spreading her wetness.  I can’t hold back the growl I let out in her ear and I feel the cold chills across her skin from it.  There’s no denying her reaction to me – the way her body answers to me. 
She is mine
, dammit!

I hear a muffled gasp from her when I plunge one finger deep inside her and it spurs me on.  I add a second finger and feel her inner walls clenching around my fingers.  Her breathing is labored and she’s gripping the couch with one hand while the other has the blanket clenched at her mouth.  She becomes more and more animated as my finger speed and forcefulness increases.  I feel a sudden warmth of wetness flood my hand and I hear a muffled squeal come from the sexy vixen lying with me.  But I’m not done with her yet.

Pulling my hand free from between her legs, I push her thin cotton shorts out of the way and free myself from my cotton lounge pants.  With the late hour and all the evening’s activities, it looks like everyone has fallen asleep watching the movie.  I move one of my arms under her head while I position the head of my manhood at her wet entrance.  Leaning in to her ear, I whisper to her, “Tell me we’re back together, Andi.”  I slide my hand down her body, taking in each curve slowly, until I reach her swollen nub.  She inhales a sharp hiss when I press my finger against it and softly give her the command again. 

“Andi, tell me you’re
mine
.”

I nearly lose it like an unexperienced teen when her sexy whisper resounds in my ears.

“
Always
,” she replies on a raspy exhale.

I push into her velvety wetness and immediately have to hold still.  This isn’t exactly how I wanted to make her mine again but I can’t fucking wait another second.  Seeing her in that bathing suit earlier just about made me take her right then and there, but lying here beside her with only her fucking thin cotton pajama tank and shorts is more than I can be expected to take.  After a few seconds of getting myself under control, I start moving slowly, in and out of her sweetness, while still applying pressure on her
nub with my fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I whisper to her, barely audible, but I know she heard me.  She arches her back a little more, giving me better access to her and I push in harder and deeper.  Increasing the tempo, her inner walls squeeze me and I feel a shudder run through her body.  I know she’s oh-so-close.

“That’s right, baby,” I whisper to her.  That’s all it takes for her to clench me harder as she peaks, stifling her moans into the blanket just clenched in her hand at her mouth, and her body milks me.

Andi starts to get up but I tighten my arms around her and hold in her in place.  I’m still buried deep inside her and I’m not ready to let her go yet.  “I love you, baby, so damn much,” I repeat while placing kisses on her neck and shoulder.  She whispers back, “I love you, too,” and I know without a doubt she mean
s it.   Reluctantly, I let go and give her time to get to the bathroom before I wake up the troops and send them off to the bedrooms. 

They’re adults – I le
t them figure out their sleeping arrangement.  I can’t wait to be completely alone behind a closed, locked and barricaded door, with Andi.  Unless Andi’s life is in danger, not one motherfucker is allowed to interrupt us until sometime tomorrow or it’ll be their head.

ANDI

I’ve lost my damn mind.  It’s a delayed reaction from all those drugs the nurses pushed on me in the psychiatric hospital – a flashback or some shit like that.  There’s no other explanation for why I just had sex with Luke, in my den, on my couch, with all of my friends in the room!  But, in my defense, the thrill of possibly getting caught was fucking hot!  I’m starting to think that Luke may be a bad influence on me.  Now I just have to leave the safety of this bathroom, face my friends and pretend nothing happened.  Piece of cake. 

Shit, I can’t do this
.

With my hand shaking, I grab the doorknob and slowly make my way back to the den.  The den that is now empty and dark.  I turn and find Luke walking towards me.  He easily picks me up and I wrap my arms around his neck, softly placing kisses along his jawline.  He effortlessly carries me up the stairs to my bedroom and deposits me on the bed.  His big hand cups my cheek and I welcome the warmth of his touch by leaning my face into his hand.

He bends to kiss me and at simultaneously grabs the hem of my pajama top.  He slowly pulls it up to my chin and only breaks our kiss to remove it completely.  He wraps his hands around my shoulders and gently coaxes me up.  Bent at his knees, he slowly pulls my shorts down and I’m now standing completely naked in front of him.

As he stands, my hands develop a mind of their own as they reach out to touch his bare chest and stomach.  The muscles on his torso are so defined and beautiful, I can’t help myself.  I run my fingertips over the lines and ridges of his muscles before reaching the waistband of his pajama pants.  Lowering to my knees as I relieve him of his clothing, his impressive erection springs free and is conveniently positioned right in front of my face.

The intensity in Luke’s eyes when I take him in my mouth is palpable.  I maintain eye contact as I take my time lavishing attention on him.  My tongue circles it twice before I drop to the base and lick my way back to the top.  Then I open wide and take him in until he hits the back of my throat. 

I relax the back of my throat to take him a little deeper.  He groans loudly as he grabs my hair in his fists on both sides of my head when I first hum then mimic swallowing, flexing and releasing my throat around him.  He tries to stop me and I won’t let him go.

His words come out clipped and strangled, “Baby…..stop or…oh God…I’m going to-,” and there it is.  I’ve found the limit of his restraint as he releases in my mouth and I swallow it down.  When I’m positive I’ve drained every last drop from him, I lean back to look at him and lick my lips.  In the blink of an eye, I’m weightlessly flying through the air and onto the bed with Luke already hovered possessively above me. 

Have I mentioned how much this man turns me on?

Then he completely stuns me.

“From now until I die, whatever hardships we face, we will face together, side by side.  You will never fight another fight alone.  There is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you.  I love you with everything I am, baby.  I will make you happy and I will give you everything you could ever want.  You just can’t ever fucking leave me - I
need
you, Andi, so much.  I can’t fucking live without you.”

His voice is soft and low, but somber and sincere.  His demeanor is kind but resolute.  His eyes hold both adoration and purpose as they search mine, looking for affirmation that I believe him.  His words are like fire and ice in my veins.  They touch me like nothing else and remind me of what I’ve never had.  He has just vowed to give me everything I could ever want or need in my life – love, security, support, loyalty and desire. 

I am not normally such a big cry baby but that seems to be what I’m best at lately.  Because with his declaration, my eyes are leaking like damn Niagara Falls.  The tears are streaming down my face but I can’t tear my eyes away from his eyes.  His face is mere inches above mine, his body covers mine and his hands are framed around my face, lovingly stroking my cheek with his thumb.  

“Luke, for the rest of my life, I will believe in you and support your dreams, regardless of the circumstances.  You have all of me and I give myself freely and unconditionally.  You will never have a single reason to doubt me because my heart, my body, and my mind belong to you now.  I trust you like I trust no one else.  Everything I have, everything I am, and everything I will ever be means nothing if I don’t have you.”

   The tenderness and affection in his eyes is intense and tangible, and I know that they mirror my own.  He kisses me softly and tenderly, making slow, sweet love to my mouth with his tongue.  My, my, the man can kiss – he curls my toes every time.  But this time, along with curled toes, I am completely melting underneath him.  “I will never get enough of that,” I murmur against his lips when he ends the kiss.  I feel his smile against my lips as it spreads across his beautiful face. 

This is the first time in my life that I’ve even wanted to share everything with anyone.  This is the first time I’ve ever even wanted to depend on someone else since my parents died.  Giving someone my full trust is foreign and uncomfortable.  But I have to let him in for us to ever have a chance.  And I know I must do the one thing that’s hardest for me – I have to let him protect me.

It’s not that I’m a control freak.  OK, not a
total
control freak – only about certain things.  The people I love have a tendency to disappear from my life.  So, it’s not a far stretch to say that I want to protect the ones I care about simply to keep them in my life.  Knowing this and changing my behavior about it are two very different things.  Just because I know what’s best, or because I know what’s causing a problem, doesn’t necessarily mean I do what’s right.  Old habits die hard or some such shit.