Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance (86 page)

"
G
et in here
," Luke whispers, pulling me into the cloakroom at the restaurant. "Cloakroom" is really a fancy term for an oversized storage room we converted to hide guests' coats. The restaurant opened last year, and has been doing better than we could have anticipated. Luke is happier than ever, getting to dream up new dinner creations every night that showcase local food and of course, cider from our distillery. We're partners in the restaurant with Killian and his wife; I'd never in a million years have expected that, when I first met Killian.

But that's life – it's unexpected and unpredictable, and that's what makes it fun.

Luke's hand goes straight to my ass, gripping it as he pulls me against his hardness.

"What are you doing?" I ask, laughing. "A couple of the guys are still working in the kitchen!"

"So? Let them work, because I'm going to feel up my wife."

"Oh, you think so, huh?"

"I
know
so," Luke notes, his hand moving over the top of my dress, up my abdomen and over my breasts as he makes his point. When he puts his lips on mine, heat rushes through me, pooling between my legs the way it always does when he touches me.

"You're incorrigible. The staff is totally going to know we snuck in here."

"Not if you're quiet." He pushes up my skirt roughly, his fingers going right down the front of my panties and finding my clit. "Think you can be quiet?"

"Mmm…" I groan softly. "If you keep doing that, I'm not sure."

"It's our restaurant anyway," Luke notes, his fingers rolling over and over my clit, sending goose bumps across my skin. "I should be able to fuck my wife in the closet after the guests are gone. Besides, the kitchen staff was almost finished. They're probably all clocking out as we speak."

"Uh-huh," I murmur. I care less and less about the kitchen staff the more Luke touches me.

"You're so wet already," he growls, his fingers slipping easily inside me. "I love how you get so wet for me."

My breath hitches in my throat as his lips press against mine, my tongue finding his as he strokes me in a come-hither motion with his fingers. "Knock me up, Luke."

He growls near my ear. “Ooh, baby, I love it when you talk dirty to me."

I laugh as he slips his fingers from between my legs, pulling my panties down. They fall to the ground, getting stuck on one of my heels but I don't care because I'm too busy unbuckling Luke's pants. I wrap my hand around his shaft, my thumb grazing the pre-cum on the tip. "Put a baby in me," I say, mock-serious, my voice over-the-top sensual.

We really are trying for another baby. Olivia is seven now and Allison is five, and we decided we're ready again. We've been trying for a few months, sneaking time in the shower and in the cider distillery and in cloakrooms. Luke is totally glad I haven't gotten pregnant yet, since he says knocking me up is half the fun.

He pulls my thigh up to his waist so that I'm standing on one leg with his hand cupping my ass. When he pushes me back hard against the cloakroom wall, he slides easily inside me, aided by my slickness.

I moan at the sensation of Luke's bare cock inside me, his lips on the side of my neck, kissing along my jawline until he reaches my lips. I pull him tighter against me, my breath coming shorter as he thrusts, the movement of my hips matching his in a well-practiced, familiar dance as our need becomes more urgent. I don't need to tell Luke what to do or what I like. After this much time together, he knows exactly how to play my body.

I'm practically panting as Luke whispers in my ear, telling me how much he loves my tight pussy and how he's so close to coming inside of me. "God I love fucking you," he whispers. " I can't get enough of you."

I'm so close.
My pussy swells tight around his cock and I'm moaning, probably too loudly, as I tell him I'm going to come.

Luke thrusts inside me, gathering momentum as he gets closer. "I'm going to fuck a baby into you," he groans.

That pushes me over the edge, and I come hard, my muscles squeezing him as he releases inside me, thrusting into me again and again. My pussy milks him of every last drop.

After, he brushes my hair off my forehead. "Standing was a terrible idea. We need to get you on your back with your legs up."

I laugh. "Is this your way of getting me into bed now?"

"Mmm-hmm,” he murmurs. "Standing probably wasn't that effective in terms of knocking you up. We should try again later in bed, with your legs in the air."

Later, in bed – after we've tried again, of course – I lay with my head on Luke's chest while he snores quietly beside me. Olivia and Allison are sleeping, and the house is quiet. It won't be quiet for long, not if we add a new baby to the mix, but that's okay. Quiet is overrated. The life we've built together in West Bend is about as perfect as I could ask for.

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