Never Say Goodbye (Rebel Walking #6) (2 page)

Chapter Two

Luke

Her piercings have me turned the fuck on.  I’m ready to do this.  She’s rotating her hips again, just begging for me to get on with it.  I know this is wrong and that I’ll pay for this one day.  The boys will have my ass, but this is going to be worth everything they throw my way. 

I hold her legs and begin to move slowly in and out of her.  She is extremely tight and I can immediately tell this is going to be tricky as hell.  Her moan in my ear has me slowing my thrusts until she can take me all the way.  It’s killing me to stop and wait for her to adjust, but I refuse to hurt her.  Everything pauses.  We are both frozen in movement and I can feel her stretching to accept me.

Her hands hold my face in place and she starts to kiss me again.  Her lips are so fucking soft and I dive straight into her kiss.  How many hours have I spent watching these lips, trying to convince myself that she was off limits and not worth the backlash of the Walker boys?  Too.  Fucking.  Many.

Her nipple piercings are pressed against my chest and I welcome the scrape of the metal.  I can feel her heat through the condom and it’s driving me fucking crazy.  With my hands braced on the wall beside her body, I begin to move in and out of her tightness.  Her sounds echo my own and we are quickly reaching the point that will send us both over the edge. 

I can hear someone near the door, so I pause and move in to cover her, trying to keep anyone from fucking seeing her gorgeous tits.  Her breath hits my ear as she fucking begins to nibble.  I can’t concentrate on who’s at the damn door and I don’t give a shit anymore.  This girl is driving me crazy.  Our noises grow louder.  Slapping.  Moaning. Groaning.  Heavy Breathing.  She eventually screams my fucking name when she bursts over the edge. 
That has to be the sexiest sound that I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth.
 

“Shit, you are so fucking sexy.”  Our breathing is still erratic and out of control, and I pull on one of her nipple piercings just slightly with my teeth and feel her start to rotate again. 

“You’re trying to kill me.”  Her words are a breathy whisper near my ear.  Her breath hitches as I tug on the other piercing. 

“Death by orgasm.  That’s not such a bad way to go.”

“Hmmmm.  No, it’s not.”  I love the sound of her moans as she tries to talk.  We are still connected and I reach my hand between us to flick her clit piercing.  Her sudden intake of air tells me she wants it again.  I don’t plan to leave her wanting.  In fact, I want her so satisfied she doesn’t need any for a very long time.         

I rub her clit without mercy until she has no comprehension of even her own name.  Listening to the sound of her coming undone for the fourth time has me fucking hard again in no time.  Fuck. 
Will we ever be able to walk out of this room?

The sound of our bodies connecting as I pump every last ounce of myself into her is something that I’ll never forget.  There are girls that just fit and the movements match.  She has
definitely
made her way to the top of my list of girls that can meet me thrust for thrust. 

Our orgasms crash hard simultaneously and the guilt follows.  I’ve fucked up.  There’s no way I can keep my hands off of her in the future.  This was supposed to be a one time thing.  Hell, we haven’t even left the tiny fucking closet and that one-time shit has been blown out of the fucking water. 

My body tenses up as I start to over analyze what has happened.  She senses my change and stiffens as well. 

“No strings attached, Luke.  I don’t expect anything from you that you aren’t willing to give.”  Her words are meant to soothe me. 
Why is it… they don’t
?  It’s exactly what I want to hear from her, so why do her words piss me off?

“No strings attached,”  I repeat her uncommitted way of calming me. 

She begins to move her legs from around my hips, so I pull out of her and guide her to a standing position.  Her legs are unsteady and she falls back into the wall.

“You okay?

“I’m good.  No worries.”  I can feel the awkwardness as we stand there.  This is another reason we should never have gone there.  We have to act normal in front of everyone and I’m worried this will change everything. 
Can we really be friends with benefits?

The sloppy condom reminds me of the mess I just made.  If only the real mess was as easy to clean up as this, I’d be good.

I hear Taron laughing through the door and decide that it’s time to do damage control.  He’s laughing now, but he’ll be fucking psychotic if he sees this scene.

“I’m going out first.  You take your time.  I’ll try to divert the guys’ attention so you can slip out,” I whisper against her lips before I kiss her one last time. 

“Okay. Thanks.”  Her voice is even softer than normal and I almost don’t hear her reply.

With the condom in hand, I exit the room only to find a mic right outside the door and Taron sitting on the large speaker laughing his ass off. 

The irony of the situation makes me smile until I hear the sound of Lilly’s sniffling blaring through the speaker.  I charge straight to the cord attached to the wall, providing the electricity for Taron’s fucking amusement.  The cord flies across the room from the force of my aggression as I yank it out of the fucking wall.

What an ass.  The urge to put him in his place is overridden by my respect for Lilly.

“Damn, boy.  Slappin’ that ass in high volume!  Your girl of the day sure enjoyed your moves.”

“Fuck off, Taron.”

“Oh, come on!  That shit was great!  I amplified your sex sounds throughout the whole fucking room!  How does it feel to have an audience listening in?”  He continues to laugh.  Damn, it takes every bit of control not to throw this right back at him and tell him it was Lilly, the girl he considers his fucking 'cousin', that I just had screaming my name. 
That
would shut his ass up.

“Hopefully you learned something, you sick bastard.”  I choose to bite my tongue and just take what he dishes out.  There is no way I’m telling him who just got me off twice in record time. 
Fuck.  How am I going to deal with her every day?

Lilly

No regrets.  No strings attached. 

Just raw sex that is long overdue and better than I dreamed possible.  He knows how to melt a girl and turn her into someone she hardly recognizes.  He made me feel so good, and I know it's something he has experience doing.  His contact list of hookup girls is longer than my entire friend list.  Now I understand why girls come back for more.  Once you have a taste of this man, you want more.  No matter what agreements or non-committed understandings you have to make.  No strings attached? 
No problem, just give it to me like you did last time.
 

Nothing like my legs going weak on me after he finished working me over.  Luke is sexy as hell—I knew it would be that good with him.  I start to relive what just happened, knowing it'll probably be one of the few times he'll actually hook up with me before I become too attached, if it's not already too late for that.  I've spent a year working with him and watching him.  We were just as explosive as I thought we would be.  I also know he isn't interested in any type of relationship with me. 

The realization of what I've just done to my heart begins to wash over me.  How can I spend time with him like I have to and not want more with him?  How will I handle him hooking up with another girl? 

My entire body feels empty now that he's walked out.  I let the tears fall as I start to search for my clothes.  Knowing I can't talk to anyone about this, and trying to figure out how to act like my world wasn't just flipped upside down, is just a little too much for me to handle right now.  The only light I have is from my cell phone; luckily this room is small enough that this works.   

I find my panties just as I hear the door knob turn.  I freeze in position, hoping that whoever it is doesn't flip on the light.  His voice travels right through me.

"Just want to make sure you can get out of here without anyone seeing you."  I don't get a chance to respond before he is right up next to me again.  "And to say that we aren't finished here.  Consider that foreplay for what I have planned for you."  His breath hits my ear as his words burn through me. 
Can he get any sexier?
 

Waiting for his next move is excruciating.  I want him to touch me, but it has to be what
he
wants to do.  I've seen him get irritated with the girls always nagging for more attention.  Luke is an ‘in the moment’ kind of guy, and if he isn't feeling it, then it won't be happening. 

Finally, he runs his hands down my arms, sending chills over me again.  "When did you get so damn sexy?  I can't keep my fucking hands off of you tonight."  He has my mind in so much chaos that I choose not to say a word and just relish this moment.

"I want to spend the night with you in your hotel room." 

"Okay."  My quiet voice stops his hands from roaming even further across my skin.  His touch almost burns me and his fingers grip my hips as he pulls me against him. 

"Feel what you do to me."  Does he think I could miss it?  Luke is
definitely
not lacking in that department.  I push back against him to encourage him even more and listen to his breath hitch.  We move together just enough to tease us both.   

Luke has no idea how much I'm into him.  If he did, none of this would be happening.  He would keep a major distance from me if he knew my heart is already falling for him.  I know him well enough to know this, so I have to keep my true feelings inside and just see where all of this goes.

"Feel what you do to me."  I pull his hand lower until he is rubbing my piercing.  His laughter fills my ear and I let go of his hand.  He doesn't remove it, but instead continues my torture.   

"Aren't you a naughty one?  If people only knew the real you."  I know what he's saying.  I hold back in life.  He makes me want to live and take chances.  I don't know what it is about him that makes me feel like I can be as expressive as I want, but I can with everything
except
my true feelings for him. 

"I'm glad you find humor in me trying to be sexy."

"Trying?  There's no trying.  You've
nailed
sexy and I can't wait to see more."  I bend over to get my jeans and grab one of the hotel key cards out of the pocket.  Turning to face him, I reach and put my hand in his back pocket, leaving the card behind when I pull my hand out.  I don't miss the opportunity to squeeze his ass in the process.   

"You have my key. If you want to see more, then you know where to find me."  I can literally feel his smile when he pulls me in for a kiss. 

"Let me leave the room first.  I'll distract the guys again so you can exit without anyone seeing you.  They'll have my ass if they find out it's you in here."

"Okay.  Thanks."  I start to pull my jeans on.  He pulls away while I finish dressing, and then with one last kiss, he turns and walks toward the door. 

I don't hear anyone, so I open the door in time to catch him walking down the hall.  His swagger reminds me why it's so easy to fall for him.  He's just a confident guy who knows how to have fun.  I wish I had his confidence, but it's something I'm working on.  I wait until he turns the corner before I look behind me. 

"Well, well, well.  What do we have here?"  That would be Ivy's voice causing my instant panic.  I turn to see both of the girls and just know Ivy and Eaven will see it on my face instantly.

"What do you mean?" 

"Bullshit!  Don't even try to hide the fact that your hair is fucked.  You
look
fucked.  Not to mention the way you were looking at him walk away.  We know what's going on."  I decide not to even try to deny it.  I just smile.

"I don't kiss and tell."

'What about fuck and tell?"  Leave it up to Ivy to get right down to the details.  Eaven smacks Ivy's arm after she asks me.  We all start laughing and I want to tell them, but I can't.  Luke is related to Eaven and that would be terrible for her, not to mention I need this to stay on the down low until I decide if it's worth telling the Walkers. 

"Not that, either."      

"Oh!  Thank God!  I don't want to hear about my cousin."

"He's not
my
cousin!  I want to know once and for all if he's as hung as he acts like he is."  Ivy's stance is that of someone impatiently waiting to be answered.  My smile hasn't fallen and I realize how much I've missed these girls. 

"Well?  Spill it!  I want to know if Luke is the Mandingo he thinks he is."

"Ivy, I'm going to hurt you if she describes details.  I don't want to know."

"Then walk away, Ev.  We have business to discuss here."  I watch the two of them interact and actually feel a ping of jealousy at how close they are.  These two have been through so much together and have always been there for each other.  There's no doubt if trouble were to find one of them that the other would jump in immediately to help.  I've never had a bond like that with another female.