Gravity (Artistic Pricks Ink Book 1) (13 page)

“Tit for tat, Dollface. It’s only fair since you do the same to me.” Leaning back slightly, I look down at her as she opens her eyes. “Are you telling me to leave?” I ask, hoping I get the answer I want.

“No Luke, but…” She whispers as I cup her jaw once more.

“Ki, stop talking so I can kiss you.”

My lips meet hers and it’s an explosion of teeth, lips, and tongues as we both battle for control of the kiss. Whatever has been fucking with her head is gone for the time being and I plan to keep it that way. Ki’s hands grip my biceps, her fingers digging into my skin through my t-shirt. I pull her flush against me, needing to feel her body pressed to mine.

Kionna moans into my mouth, making my dick harder than a steel rod. Every inch of her calling to me to touch, to taste. Not stopping until she is panting and begging for me to take her over and over again.

Breaking the kiss, I watch her eyes flutter open, her tongue skimming that lush bottom lip. Fuck. “Ki, I’ve gotta know you want this as badly as I do. Right now, I need the words baby.”

“With everything going on in my life right now, Luke, this is the last thing I should be doing. You’re the last thing I should want, but I can’t keep fighting this. Take me, Luke.” Her words make the breath rush from my chest, but that’s not how I want this. Not the first time, anyway.

“It’s not something I’m going to take, Ki. It’s something I want you to give.”

Kionna’s hand slides down into mine. My feet fall in line behind her as she leads me into the house. Walking through the kitchen, she steers us down the hall and into her bedroom. Releasing her hold on my hand, she reaches down and pulls the sweatshirt over her head baring herself to me.

I don’t think I’m breathing. Her eyes are dark and seductive. Hooded, showing just how much she wants me. Taking my hands once again, she slides them up her abdomen before letting my palms stop over her breasts. “Yes, Luke.”

My hands fall away, disappointment flashes across her face. Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her against me so that she can feel how much I want her. “Do you feel that, Ki? Don’t doubt, for one damn minute, that I don’t want to be inside you.” I assure her, rocking my hips into her. “I’m showing a shit ton of restraint here Ki, and it’s not because I don’t want you. It’s because it’s been a long time for me and I plan to take my time pulling every ounce of pleasure for your body.” My fingers slide up her back, threading through her hair. “To watch your eyes as you cry out and know that it’s my name pouring from your lips.”

“Luke...” It’s a plea and I can’t deny her any more than I can deny myself any longer.

My stomach drops, need blurring my vision. No matter how much I know I should make him leave right now, I can’t. There has been a letter waiting on my car every night as I leave work. Each one angrier than the last, all warning me to stay away from Luke. Even though Doug walks me to my car every night, it doesn’t help the unease I feel being alone. I made him swear not to say a word to anyone. Not the police, not Kelly, I wanted no one to know. All I wanted was to tuck it away and pretend it never happened. So, for the most part, I did. I avoided Audrey at all costs, and especially Luke.

Only leaving the house to go to work; the moment I come home I lock the doors, shut the windows, and hide. My phone has been shut off, but kept fully charged just in case I do need it. Everything says to stay away from Luke, but my resolve melts away the second he touches me. Every reason I had to push him away gone in this moment.

It’s just us and I can’t fight anymore. I need this. As much as it doesn’t make any fucking sense, right now I need Luke.

Fisting his shirt with both hands, I reach up on my toes and slam my mouth to his. It makes me crazy when he talks to me like that. Cupping my ass with both his large hands, Luke lifts me off my feet to deepen the kiss. My legs wrap around his waist, his thickening erection pressing against my throbbing clit through our clothing.

His teeth nip my lip. I gasp only making him bite it again, harder this time. “God, I’ve been dying to do that for days,” He moans, breaking the kiss. “I need to see you, all of you.”

Unwrapping me from his body, Luke lays me back on the bed before sliding to his knees. Splaying his hands on my thighs, Luke slowly moves them higher. The only sounds are our shaky breathing when his hands grip the waistband of my shorts. Pulling the black fabric down my legs, Luke tosses them to the floor behind him. His hands repeating their slow, torturous journey back up my thighs once more. His rough hands slide along my inner thighs, spreading me wider for him. Leaning down, he presses his lips to my pelvic bone.

“So sweet,” He murmurs, before his tongue circles my navel. “Just like I knew you would be.”

Luke’s mouth devours my body, not leaving an inch of bared skin untouched by his hands and mouth. His teeth nip only to be followed by his tongue. “Luke, please,” I moan, writhing beneath him. My fingers itch to touch him, to run along that beautifully colored skin. I want to spend hours tracing every tattoo with my tongue so that he is just as crazy as I am right now.

“Roll over, Ki,” Luke says softly, standing to his feet again.

Turning onto my front, I hear shuffling behind me. Luke’s shoes clump to the floor, and then his hands are sliding my hair off to the side. “You’re flawless everywhere, baby.” His mouth presses between my shoulder blades, then kisses softly down my spine. With every kiss, his facial hair rubs against my skin making me ache to feel it between my thighs. Just the thought is almost enough to make me beg. “You were built to drive me out of my mind.” His words vibrate against my skin.

“Tit for tat,” I bite out, barely hanging on by a thread.

“Am I making you crazy, Ki?” He asks, smiling against the small of my back. His hands cup my ass, those rough fingers digging in as he kneads my overly heated skin. Grabbing the sides of my panties, Luke eases them down my legs. “Are you wet for me, Kionna?”

Fuck! If I wasn’t, I sure am now.

Luke eases me onto my back, giving me my first look at him in nothing but his boxers. Nearly every inch of his upper body is inked. A replica of the lion on the door at Pricks is along his ribcage with the words
Life, Love, and Loyalty
written in script beneath it. It is tattoo overload, until I see the silver barbells through his nipples.

Luke’s eyes are making a steady trail up my body as he settles onto the mattress between my legs. His fingers brush along my hip bone, moving down exactly where I want it. My hips buck upward the minute his finger runs the length of my pussy. His thumb finds my clit, circling the bundle of nerves slowly. His tongue moves slowly over his top teeth. The look in his eyes is hungry as his finger slips inside me. My hips jerk again, the muscles inside me clenching as he replaces the one with two.

“Please,” I moan, trying in vain to pull him against me. I need more, but Luke doesn’t budge. Whether I like it or not, this is happening his way and the look in his eyes says exactly that. The pressure building with every pump of his fingers, every move of his thumb. My body rocks against his hand, begging for release. Then just as quickly, his touch is gone. The look on his face is pure horror and realization.

“Tell me you have condoms here, Kionna.” He says, swiping a hand over his face.

“Bedside table.” I reply, breathlessly. “Top drawer.” Thankful for the condom bouquet Lynsey and some of the other girls gave me a couple months back, as a Valentine’s Day joke.

Luke leans over, pulling the drawer open. “Holy shit.” He curses loudly. “I knew I didn’t dream seeing that in here.” He groans, closing the drawer.

Glancing over, my face heats as I see him holding my vibrator in his hand. Luke tosses it to the bed and stands to his feet. Shoving out of his boxers, he fists his cock in his hand. “Making you scream may become a group effort, but not today.” He informs me before ripping the foil between his teeth. Stroking slowly, he licks his lips before rolling the condom down his length. His eyes locked on me. “Right now, I want to be the one pumping into you when you come apart.”

Grabbing my ankles, Luke pulls me down the mattress so that my ass is on the very edge. Resting my legs over his shoulders, he thrusts into me hard and fast. His hips pump, slamming into me harder and harder, making me close my eyes at the fullness. “Oh, oh, oh,” I chant, my cries only making him hungrier.

“That’s right, baby.” He growls. Sliding his hand into my hair, Luke cups my head to capture my mouth with his. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, but in no way is it hard and fast like I am getting his cock. His tongue is slow and methodical, almost as if he is savoring it.

My body shakes under the weight of him as my orgasm rips through me. I scream my release into his mouth and he drinks them all in. The crash shatters me, completely, but Luke doesn’t stop. His thrusts become more erratic, his erection swelling inside me as he drives toward his own release. My hips arch to meet each thrust as I feel the slow rolling of another orgasm coming. I’ve never had multiples during actual intercourse, but I’m powerless to stop it.

“Fuck, that’s it Ki.” He shouts, ripping his mouth from mine. “Give me another one.” Burying his face in my neck, Luke groans. “So. Damn. Good.” Each word a thrust before he stills inside me. His thumb reaches between us, finding my clit. Pressing down harder this time, he pushes me over the edge again.

“Luke, ah!” I cry out as he brings me down slowly until I’m whimpering and shaking with the aftershocks of the two most staggering orgasms I have ever experienced in my life.

Luke collapses to the bed beside me, slipping from my body and instantly I feel the loss of his warmth. Lying there, we catch our breath. My heart is pounding so hard there is no doubt in my mind he can hear it too. I don’t even know how to describe what we just did, but every ounce of me is screaming to do it again and again.

“Fucking beautiful.” He pants, rolling from the bed. “Be back, I need to get rid of this condom.” He says before disappearing out my bedroom door.

In the bathroom, I hear Luke fumbling with the faucets and the water begins to run. I debate getting up and getting dressed. “Hey, did you hear me?” Luke says, making me bolt upright.

“Sorry,” I reply, covering my chest with my pillow. “What did you say?”

“For one,” He starts, walking over and yanking the pillow from my hands. “Don’t do that. I’ve thoroughly inspected every inch of you. I approve, in case earlier didn’t make that clear enough for you.” Lacing his fingers with mine, he pulls me from the bed. “And two, do you work tonight?”

Biting my lip, I shake my head.

“Good, get that gorgeous ass in the shower with me,” Luke teases, reaching down to cup my ass with his free hand. “We’re going out.” His words make my heart stutter in my chest.

If we aren’t in here, locked away from the world, we can be seen by
him
. I’ve already worked out in my mind who I think is targeting me. Since my number one suspect is Luke’s friend, I can’t exactly tell him that. Can I? It only makes sense that it started shortly after I met Luke, and once Mitch helped with my car.

“Don’t do it,” Luke scolds, releasing my hand to tip up my chin. My eyes meet his, and he shakes his head. “No more fighting this Ki.” He says wrapping his arms around me. “Just feel what’s here.” Leaning down, his lips run along my throat before sucking in a patch of skin behind my ear. “This is so much bigger than you and me. You can’t fight it any more than you can fight the gravity that keeps you from flying. Let’s just let it be whatever it is, for as long as it lasts.”

Nodding, I let Luke lead me into my bathroom allowing me to stare at his back.
Hanlon
is in big, green, and gold trimmed Celtic script running from shoulder to shoulder as if it were a banner of pride. He opens the glass shower door, pulling me in with him. I eat up every inch of his naked body as the water streams down his chest. Wrapping his arms around me, Luke pulls me flush against his chest under the spray. “Were you just going to watch?” He asks, grinning down at me.