Fitting The Pieces (The Riverdale Series Book 3) (29 page)

           
She could’ve kissed Luke a million
times and she never would’ve known the pleasure his tongue could ever produce.
There was no denying the man had mastered the skill of oral sex. She counted
the strokes of his tongue, six. Six lavish licks and she was quivering at his
mercy. She slammed the heels of her feet onto the lounge and her hips bucked. She
gripped the arms of the chair as if she was about to fall off the chair.
 
She felt her orgasm teetering and she tried
to hold back, she wanted it to last so much longer, but the moment his tongue
flicked her clit she was gone. Her body convulsed and she crashed her throbbing
pussy against his open mouth and came violently.

           
Luke’s eyes lifted as he sucked
every drop she gave him, watching her face the whole time. If he thought she
was beautiful before he clearly forgot what she looked like when she came. She
threw her head back against the lounge and moaned, her limbs frozen as her body
came down from the high he gave her. Her legs that were holding his head in a
vice turned to butter, releasing their hold on him. He kissed each thigh before
he moved from between her legs and stood to his full height.

           
Cara’s eyes fluttered open focusing
on the man that had just given her the greatest orgasm of her life. God, he was
sexy, she thought, as he stood before her in only his slacks that contained an
impressive bulge begging to be set free. He bent down and placed his arm
underneath her knees. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck and he
lifted her into his arms with ease, carrying her back inside the hotel room.
She pressed her nose into his neck and indulged in his scent.

           
Luke made his way to the bedroom and
deposited his precious cargo onto the edge of the four poster bed. Her hands
snaked around his waist and fumbled with the button on his slacks. He combed
his fingers through her wild hair and shook his head for a moment, not
believing that they were finally together like this. She drew the zipper down
and pushed the slacks down his thighs. He toed off his dress shoes so that he
could step out of the pants. He released his hold on her hair and removed his
socks before he reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs. She shooed his
hands away and looked up at him as her fingers slid under the elastic. Luke
clenched his fists at his sides, the muscles in his forearms flexing underneath
his tattoos. She slid the briefs down his muscular thighs, his cock darting out
towards her as she pushed them down his legs. She gave up using her hands
midway and kicked them down his legs with her feet. She took hold of his hips
and jerked him towards her, her eyes focused on his dick.

           
She wasn’t the type of girl who
considered a man’s dick beautiful, enticing? Yes. Fuck yes. Luke’s cock was
begging for her mouth, her pussy, her hands, and she wanted it in return. Any
and every which way she could take him she would take the cock that was staring
at her. She wrapped her fingers around the length of him, mesmerized at how
hard he was yet his skin so soft, like a steel rod wrapped in the finest silk.
She noted that his cock wasn’t only rather long, but it was thick, and she
imagined herself straining to fit him.

           
“It’s my turn.” She whispered and
his cock twitched in her hand. Cara smiled slightly before she leaned forward
and parted her luscious lips taking him into her mouth, inch by glorious inch.
Her tongue circled around the girth of him before she pulled him out of her
mouth only to take him back, deeper this time. Her fingers reached underneath
his balls and she began to test their weight, cupping them in the palm of her
hand as her tongue worked his tip.

           
“Christ, baby that’s fucking good.
So fucking good.” Luke said through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold
onto his composure. He moved his hips thrusting his cock in and out of her wet
mouth, her moans of satisfaction, driving his speed. She licked the head of his
cock, tasting the clear liquid that beaded out of the tip. Luke groaned and
pulled his cock out of her mouth and flipped her over like an insatiable
animal. Her belly flattened into the mattress and he slapped her ass, urging
her to crawl onto the bed. Cara was on all fours as she made her way to the
center of the plush bed. Luke grunted as he watched her ass shake with each
move she made, that fucking ass would be the death of him. He kneeled onto the
bed, looming over her, his hands worked their way up the back of her legs to
that firm ass. His calloused fingers grinding into the flesh of her cheeks, she
dropped her head into the pillow and cried out in ecstasy.

           
It was then Cara realized she was
happy she didn’t remember the first encounter they had shared. She had wished
she could remember his touch, the way she felt when her legs wrapped around his
waist, but now, she was glad she didn’t. What they were creating was so much
more than she could’ve ever felt before. Her heart was open and inviting, her
senses on alert, all of that wasn’t there the last time. She felt his fingers
unclasp her strapless bra, before they slid inside the cups and took hold of
her breasts.

           
Luke pressed his lips to the center
of her back as he massaged her breasts in the palms of his hands. His erection
nestled against her ass as he gave her some of his weight while his mouth moved
up her spine. She reached over her head and grasped onto the headboard. She
couldn’t decide where she needed him more so she lifted her ass to press it
against his cock while shoving her breasts against his palms. She felt his
mouth on her neck, felt him suck and nibble his claim on her.

           
He let go of her breasts and pushed
up to kneel on the mattress. Cara turned, looking over her shoulder and watched
as he crooked his finger towards him. She pushed upwards and moved to her
knees, turning to face him. Luke grabbed her face with his hands and pulled her
to him.
 
His mouth crashed over hers,
their lips fusing together, their tongues gliding over one another’s. Her arms
circled his neck as his mouth worked its way down her neck. She cocked her head
to the side, giving him more access to her neck, her eyes opening glancing into
the mirror. She let out a shortened breath as she watched them in the reflection.
Her hair was wild and her eyes illuminated with lust. Both of their bodies had
sheen of sweat covering them. His head moved a fraction lower and he lifted her
breast to his lips and his tongue teased her erect nipple. She bit her lip,
unable to tear her eyes from the mirror.

           
Luke’s teeth grazed her nipple
before his tongue slid over the turgid peak to soothe it.

She
panted feeling her arousal build.

           
“More.” She begged and glanced down
to see him move his mouth to her other breast. “I love that.” She said as he
sucked on her nipple.

           
“Cara, I can’t wait any longer.” He
said hoarsely against her breasts.

           
“Neither can I.” She cupped his face
and brought his face to hers. “I want you, Luke.”

           
He leaned in and pressed his lips
quickly to hers. “Condom.” He muttered as he tugged on her lower lip with his
teeth. “My pants…” He said, struggling to break away, yet not wanting to end
the kiss.

           
“I’m on the pill.” She choked out.
The words fled her lips and he stopped kissing.

           
Luke stared at her for a moment. His
tongue running along his bottom lip as he let her words sink in. He only had
sex once without a condom in his life.
 

           
“I’m clean.” She whispered, feeling
the heat flush to her cheeks.

           
“So am I.” he said automatically. He
wanted to feel her flesh to flesh. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around
his cock more than he wanted to draw his next breath. Fuck it, this was Cara,
he thought and he gave in to his ultimate desire.

           
He leaned in and placed a soft kiss
to her lips as he wrapped his arms around her and slowly lowered her back onto
the sheets. Cara spread her legs and he settled himself between them. He
pressed his palms into the mattress on either side of her head and pushed
himself up, looking at where they would join, lining the engorged head of his
cock to the entrance of her pussy. He was poised and ready, he lifted his eyes
to hers. Those hazel eyes, giving him all the permission he needed to see this
through. He kissed the tip of her nose.

           
“I’ve waited my whole life for you,
Cara. I just didn’t know it was you I was waiting for.” He whispered, moving
his lips to her mouth as he worked his cock slowly inside of her, stretching
her slowly and steadily to fit him.

           
She gasped, not sure if it was
because Luke was moving inside of her or if it was his declaration. She was
pretty sure it was a combination of both. She had sex before, she had even made
love before, but what they were doing was unlike anything she had ever known.
It was as if their bodies were created for one another, and then she replayed
his words back in her head. Maybe, just maybe they were both waiting for one
another, and neither of them knew how life would change and bring them
together.
 
He filled her to capacity and
she arched into his thrust. His hips jerked and he slid out of her, only to
push right back inside. In and out, inch by inch, he picked up his speed,
frantically. Her body was on fire as she matched his pace. She wasn’t sure how
long she would be able to hold back from releasing, a heat curled low in her
belly, spreading through her body. Luke thrust in and out of her, his face
etched with determination, little did he know she was there, she felt the
friction he created along her clit and was so close to seeing stars.

           
Christ, he forgot what it was like
to be bare inside of a woman. But the last time he was, he would bet his life
on it, it didn’t feel like this. It was sensational having his cock buried
inside of Cara, the walls of her pussy clamping around his dick as if it was
made for her and her alone.

As
far as he was concerned, in this moment, he was made for her. Just as he knew
with his whole being that the woman who writhed beneath him, clawing his back
as she began to come, screaming his name, was made for him. He lifted a hand
off the mattress and gently turned her face. Those eyes… He forced them to look
into his. This time she would know it was him, giving him that mind-blowing
orgasm. It was him driving madly into her, coming right along with her. It was
him and she wouldn’t forget it, this time. He slammed inside of her, once,
twice, and grunted into her neck as he came inside of her.

           
Cara clung to Luke in the wake of
their orgasms, sheen of sweat covering their tangled bodies as they struggled
to catch their breath. After a few moments he lifted himself up, relieving her
of his weight while he looked down at her. Strands of her hair had plastered to
her face and he gently moved them away. She found his eyes and smiled softly at
him, and noticed for the first time in a long time, Luke looked… well, he
looked relaxed. As if he wasn’t reaching anymore.

           
“You okay?” He asked tenderly,
searching her eyes.

           
Cara lifted her hand to touch his
clammy cheek, lifting forward to kiss his lips lightly. “I’m so much more than just
okay, Luke.” She smiled reassuringly. “And for the record, you’ve completely
earned your nickname, Stud Muffin.”

           
He chuckled slightly bending his head to meet her lips
again, thinking he found his heaven on earth.

           
Nick glanced down at his watch before he looked back at
the entrance to the dining room. There was no sign of Luke or Cara and it was
only a matter of time before people started to ask questions. He and Sam would
be taking off for the airport after breakfast with their family and friends, to
embark on their honeymoon. He scanned the room his eyes falling onto his
beautiful wife, who was surrounded by her parents. She looked up, her eyes
found his and she winked at him. He was one lucky son of a bitch, Nick thought,
smiling at her in return. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried
Luke’s cell again. It didn’t even ring anymore and went straight to voicemail.

           
Nick wasn’t sure what Luke was planning on doing, but
everyone was starting to talk, he had heard the whispers with his own ears. Any
guest who was in attendance at his and Sam’s wedding knew that there was more
than a friendship brewing between Luke and Cara, the fact that both of them
were missing from this morning’s festivities only validated people’s suspicion.
Maybe Luke didn’t give a shit who knew he was in deep with his late brother’s
girl, but nevertheless, Nick felt he deserved the heads up.

           
He glanced back at Sam before turning to the doorway.
He’d only be a few minutes, he’d just go to Luke’s suite, probably walk in on
something that would scar him for life, and drag his and Cara’s ass down for
some pancakes. Well, after they threw their clothes on. Shit, he hated when he
had to be the adult in their friendship. Luke was so much better at it. Damn him
for acting like a horny teenager. Nick scowled and hurried out of the dining
room, bumping right into his mother.

           
Lucille steadied herself and lifted her gaze to her son’s
face. She smiled brightly at him.

           
“There’s the happy groom.” She said lifting her hand to
touch her son’s cheek. Nick let out a breath and smiled at his mother, noticing
the genuine happiness that radiated in her aging eyes.

“I barely had a moment
with you yesterday.”

           
“Yeah, it was a crazy day.” He said, placing his hands on
her shoulders as he looked at her with a soft gaze. “I hope you enjoyed
yourself.”

           
“Seeing you happy like that, it was one of the best days
of my life.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’m proud of you Nick, so
very proud of what a fine man you are.”

           
She went to pull back and give him the space she had come
to accept he wanted, when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into
his strong arms.

           
“Thank you, Ma.” He whispered squeezing her small frame
slightly. He couldn’t explain the shift in their relationship, but the last few
months Lucille became a constant in his life. She had been true to her word and
was trying her best to build a relationship with him. She even tried to forge a
bond with his wife, and that was enough for Nick to bury the hatchet. Lucille
may not have been the ideal mother to him growing up, but somewhere along the
way she had come to see the error of her ways, and Nick could honestly see that
she was trying to mend their relationship. If he was being completely honest,
he appreciated her efforts and was even surprised to learn how much he wanted
to have his mother in his life and for her to be a part of his daughter’s life.

           
He kissed the top of her head. “It means a lot.” He said
with his voice sounding just a touch hoarse. “I’m happy you were here.” He
pulled back from the embrace and looked into her eyes, offering her a smile to
show her his sincerity.

           
“I love you Nick and I’ll always be here from now on, as
long as you’ll have me.” She quickly wiped away the tear that escaped and
patted his arm, letting out a heavy sigh. “Now point your mama in the direction
of the coffee.”

           
He stepped aside and nodded towards the coffee urns that
were set up along the buffet. “Go on and enjoy. I’ll be right back, just have
to run upstairs and grab…” My lovesick sexed up friend, he refrained from
saying. “… My wallet.”

           
“Okay, dear.” She said and walked around him into the
dining room. Nick sighed as the scent of French toast and freshly brewed coffee
sailed passed his nostrils, he grunted miserably and headed towards the
elevators.

*
* * * *

           
Cara never wanted to open her eyes the dream she was
currently having was just that good. She couldn’t remember the last time she
had a dream that was so vivid, she could actually feel what was happening. She
could actually feel Luke’s lips trail up her naked back while his hands palmed
the globes of her ass. Yeah, she was perfectly content living in her dream
never to be woken again, especially if her dream ended with her having half a
dozen orgasms, much as reality had given her the night before.

           
His hands slid around her hips, his fingertips brushing
just below her abdomen towards her waiting heat. Luke nuzzled her neck moving
her hair with the tip of his nose, he found the spot right behind her ear and
his tongue snuck out and took a taste.

           
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He spoke against her skin. She
lifted her hips snuggling her ass against his morning wood. Best dream… ever.
She sighed contently as he gripped one hip and pressed himself against her.

           
Cara reached behind her and wrapped her arm around his
neck. “Don’t wake me, I’m dreaming.” She murmured and slowly twisted around
underneath him so she could lie on her back and meet his gaze.

           
Luke’s hair was mussed from their night and the strands
that weren’t sticking straight up were falling into his eyes. She reached up
and combed her fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face, giving
her access to his eyes or maybe it was his soul because when she stared at him
she realized he was stripped of all his defenses and bared his whole self to
her. She swallowed hard, emotions getting stuck in her throat, she wasn’t
dreaming. This was reality, Luke was her reality.

           
“Hi.” He said cautiously watching as the wheels in her
head began to turn.

           
“I’m not dreaming, am I?” She whispered softly as she
lifted her head from the pillow and pressed her mouth to the corner of his. Her
lips drifting across to the other corner to kiss softly before she took his
lower lip between hers and sucked slightly on it.

           
“No Spunky, you’re not.” He said against her mouth, his
lips quirking in the slightest of grins as he went to work on taking control of
the kiss. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips slipping inside for a
taste. He was about to ravish her mouth when he heard the banging on the door.
He slowly pulled away from Cara his forehead touched hers. He waited a beat to
make sure he wasn’t hearing things and then it started up again, this time
louder and harsher. He was going to kill whoever was on the other end of that
door.

           
Cara tapped his chest with her fingers and he looked down
at her, her eyes suddenly were as wide as saucers “Luke! Oh my God, what time
is it?” She pushed him off of her.

           
“How should I know?” He said grumpily staring down at his
hard on. The banging became consistent now and he heard the muffled familiar
voice of Nick. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his
pants, silently vowing to kill his friend for interrupting his morning.

           
“That’s Nick, isn’t it?” She groaned not wanting to
actually know the answer. She pulled the sheet up and tucked it under her arms,
scanning the room for the slightest scrap of clothing. Flashbacks of stripping
out of her dress on the terrace flashed before her, causing another groan. She dropped
her head into her hands.

           
“Cara sweetheart, since Luke’s being an ass, mind opening
the damn door?!” Nick shouted pausing only a moment from banging mercilessly on
the door.

           
“I’m going to kill him.” Luke muttered as he zipped his
slacks up, leaving the top button undone. He looked over at Cara, who was
sitting wide-eyed in the center of the bed. She clutched the sheet to her body
as if it was a shield. He didn’t know what was going through that pretty little
head of hers, but he was sure by the look in her frazzled eyes, she was
retreating.

           
Luke turned and padded into the other room of the suite.
He stared daggers at the closed door as it vibrated beneath Nick’s fist. He
pulled the door open and glared at his brother-in-law.

           
“Unless you’re here to tell me there’s a fire and we’re
being evacuated I suggest you turn the fuck around and run…run fast too.”

           
Nick rolled his eyes and shoved the plastic bag from the
gift shop he was carrying into his bare chest. “Yeah, you’re fucking welcome.”
He looked over Luke’s shoulder to see if Cara was around before he settled his
eyes on his friends. “You’re about a half hour late for breakfast. Throw your
damn clothes on and get your asses downstairs before people start asking
questions.”

           
“I don’t give a damn who asks questions.” Luke said
evenly.

           
“Oh no?” He shrugged. “My mistake, so we’re going public
with the Luke and Cara relationship?” He swiped his brow with the back of his
hand sarcastically. “Well, that’s a relief. Carry on then, I’ll just tell the
other’s your banging each other’s brains out and are skipping breakfast. Sam
will be upset she didn’t get to say goodbye, but hey, we’ll take one for the
team!” He pumped his fist in the air. “Team Lara all the way.”

           
Luke heard the shower turn on and he glanced back at the
closed bedroom door before he looked back at Nick, who had his arms crossed
against his chest and a smug smile on his face. This must be his version of
payback for all the shit he gave him about getting with his sister. Karma was a
bitch.

           
“I forgot about the breakfast.” Luke growled, running his
fingers through his hair.

           
“Well to be fair, it seems you’ve been busy.” Nick said
in a matter of fact tone.

           
“Did anyone notice?” Luke asked. He really didn’t give a
damn who knew he was with Cara anymore. For fuck’s sake he had, the only person
who matters blessing, and he carried that proof in his wallet but by the look
on Cara’s face when they woke up to Nick’s intrusion, she cared.

           
“Probably but no one said anything yet. I mean, come on
after your Patrick Swayze impersonation last night? They probably expect you to
pull Baby from a corner and dance your way into the dining room.”

           
“You’re a fucking comedian aren’t you?” Luke said and
only earned himself a broader smile from Nick. He sighed and peered into the
bag he brought and suddenly cut his brother-in-law some slack. There was a pair
of khaki shorts, a linen shirt and boat shoes, he really was trying to cover
Luke’s hide.

           
“I’ll see you downstairs and hurry the hell up will you?
I have a honeymoon to get to.” Nick said, his tone suddenly serious as he
turned around and headed towards the bank of elevators. Luke sighed and shut
the door, taking the bag with him back into the bedroom. He threw the bag onto
the bed and sat on the edge of it. He glanced at the bathroom door that was
closed before he dropped his head into his hands trying to figure the best way
to approach Cara. First, he decided was that he would be honest with her. He
didn’t want to masquerade around and pretend like last night never happened.
She had finally given herself to him and he wasn’t about to let her take that
back. He was in love with her. It took Luke a damn long time to find love, and
he wasn’t about to shy away from it. She may be apprehensive at first, but he’d
get her to come around. He’d get her to be comfortable with the idea of him and
her, because there was no other solution for him anymore.

           
He must’ve been lost in his thoughts because he never
heard the water shut off. The bathroom door opened and Cara stepped out wearing
one of the terry cloth robes provided as an amenity of the hotel. She walked
over to her suitcase and began to search through her clothes.

           
“What happened with Nick?” She asked softly.

           
Luke stared at her back for a moment before he answered
her. “Nothing, he just wanted to make sure we made it down to breakfast before
they left for their honeymoon.”

           
She turned around with her clothes in her hand. “Okay,
well, I’ll just be a few minutes and then I’ll head downstairs and you can come
when you’re ready.” She said rather quickly as if she had rehearsed her words
in the shower.

           
“Right, that way no one knows we spent the night
together?” He watched as she diverted her eyes and turned to face the mirror.
She began to run a brush through her hair forcefully.