Chapter 29
Anna
The cabin was warm and cozy with the only light coming from the fire that Luke had built. The fire crackled, licking at the logs and I hadn’t felt this relaxed in a very long time.
Everything was over. We were allowed to be together, and neither of us was on the run anymore, and I couldn’t believe it. My dad wasn’t hunting us anymore. He respected the hell out of Luke now that Luke had taken a bullet for my dad. I was just as unbelieving as my dad was.
“I thought you hated him,” I said to Luke when we talked about it. “I thought you would like nothing more than to see him dead.”
Luke shook his head. “He’s your dad, sweetheart. I know what family means to you. It means so much to me, too. Losing your dad over a disagreement like this would have left you with guilt for the rest of your life. Besides, I had unfinished business with him, too. It was a better way to deal with it.”
I nodded. Luke was right, but I didn’t know that I would have thought it all through like that in the moment. My dad had been right when he’d said Luke understood what loyalty meant far more than any of his men.
“How are you dealing with Sam’s death?” Luke asked me.
I sighed. I had grown up knowing Sam. I had never liked him, but we had known him and his family. I had watched him become the man he had chosen to be and to think he was gone was strange. But he had been crazy. He had pressed a gun to my head, and for that, my dad had killed him. I understood it.
“I think it’s one of those things where the chips fall as they may.”
Luke nodded. “Enough talk about all that,” he said. “I’m glad we’re here, together. And our pasts are behind us. We can look toward the future, and the only thing in my future worth thinking about right now is you.”
Luke kissed me, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in him. We were officially together, now. Nothing was stopping us. Not my dad, not a betrothal to someone else, not the baby.
Everything was perfect.
The kiss intensified, and Luke’s hands started roaming my body. I put my legs half over him, and he ran his hand up and down my legs. I wanted Luke. I didn’t just want him to fuck me but to make love to me.
Luke broke the kiss.
“Wait here,” he said. He stood up, and I folded my legs underneath me on the couch. Luke walked to the bedroom and returned a moment later with the thick blankets from the bed. He laid them open in front of the fire and held out his hand for me to join him. His right arm was bandaged, and he held it against his body. We would be careful, but I wanted him.
Luke and I lay down on the blankets, and we started undressing each other. We were warm in front of the fire, and we removed each other’s clothes in between kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. I helped Luke with my clothes when he struggled with his arm and together, we stripped each other until we were both naked.
I lay on my back with Luke kneeling between my legs. He held himself up with one arm close to my shoulder and kissed me again, his kiss deep and sensual before he moved away from my mouth and planted butterfly kisses all over my face. He followed my jawline and worked his way down my neck. The further down he moved the more sensual it became and with every kiss, I shuddered and trembled. Luke worked his way down my body, kissing every inch of me. His free hand preceded his mouth, and he kissed me and touched me as he worked his way down my body, worshiping each leg, massaging my ass and planting a kiss at the top of my slit. When he looked up at me, his eyes were filled with hunger and adoration, and the combination was beautiful.
Luke pushed his fingers into my sit and rubbed them over my clit. I shuddered as he rubbed my clit in circles, working me into a frenzy. The love between us was very quickly turning into lust.
Luke slid his fingers into me and pumped them in and out a few times before he pushed a thumb against my clit and rubbed it, pumping slowly with his fingers at the same time. I closed my eyes, moaning, focusing on the sensation. When he did this, dividing his attention between two different parts of my pussy, it was hard to focus on either of them, and it postponed my orgasm.
I was teetering on the edge when Luke lowered his head and his mouth took over from his thumb on my clit. He sucked my clit while he pushed his fingers into me, and I toppled over into an orgasm, crying out as it racked my body. Heat washed over me, and I curled and bucked my hips against Luke’s mouth. I gasped and squirmed until the orgasm subsided.
Luke lifted his head and smiled at me, satisfied. His mouth glistened with my sex, and when he moved up my body and kissed me on the mouth, I caught a whiff of my own scent. Tasting it on him, knowing where he had been and that I had left my scent behind, was a turn on. I liked the idea that he was marked in a way. It was ridiculously primal, and I couldn’t help it.
My legs were still open, and Luke moved up, taking his weight on one arm. Now that he knew I was pregnant and there was no reason to use a condom, Luke didn’t fetch one and roll it over his dick. He pushed into me and I gasped. The feel of him without a condom was so much better than it had been until now, and that was saying something. Having him inside of me, feeling every inch of him without anything in the way was incredible. I couldn’t believe what I had been missing out on. And seeing I would be pregnant for a while, I had a lot of this kind of sex to look forward to.
Luke balanced on one arm above me. His strength, his ability to do it with one arm, was hot. The muscles in his shoulders rippled under the strain, and I ran my hands over his back as Luke moved in and out of me.
His cock was hard and thick, and he filled me up. Every time he slid into me it was better than what I remembered, and I remembered it to be fucking good.
Luke pushed into me harder and faster, and I held onto him, bucking my hips slightly, moving with him. The blankets were thick and soft beneath my back despite us being on the floor, and the heat of the fire and our bodies pressed against each other kept us warm. Luke’s skin on mine was delicious. We were working up a sweat with our sex, but I liked getting down and dirty with him.
Slowly, keeping his balance, Luke picked up the pace. He pumped into me faster and faster, every stroke just a little quicker than the last. Luke took care to still push as deeply into me as he could, and I moaned and cried out as he fucked me harder and harder. Luke’s body covered mine, and it didn’t take long before a second orgasm washed over me, making me moan and cry out, my body closing around Luke’s dick.
He groaned when I orgasmed, my body tightening on Luke’s cock, and he tried to kiss me, nearly collapsing on top of me.
We both laughed.
“Is your arm getting sore?” I asked.
Luke had been holding himself up with one arm all this time.
“A bit,” Luke said. “But it’s nothing compared to how amazing you feel.”
I smiled and ran my hands through his hair. I looked into his blue eyes, and it felt like he was looking into my soul.
“I’ll be on top,” I said.
Luke nodded and pulled out. He maneuvered himself so he lay on his back, and I climbed onto him, careful not to hurt his arm. The wound had been cleaned and bandaged, and the bandage was yellowish in the firelight.
I lowered myself onto Luke’s dick, and we groaned together as he slid into me. I sat down on him, my hands on his chest and moved my hips from side to side a little.
I leaned down and kissed Luke, moving my hips back and forth, riding him. I gasped and moaned, and Luke’s good hand was on my hip as I did what he always did for me—I fucked him hard.
I rocked back and forth harder and harder, pushing Luke deep into me with every stroke. My breasts swung back and forth, close to his face, and my hair hung over my shoulders like a waterfall. My hands were on Luke’s chest for balance and as I rode him my knees rubbed against the blankets, the friction generating its own heat. I cried out. My clit rubbed against Luke’s pubic bone, and I was sensitive after he had brought me to orgasm with his mouth the first time. The pleasure was so intense it was just this side of pain, and I rode him faster and faster, rubbing myself closer and closer to orgasm, Luke’s dick pushing deep inside me with every thrust.
I orgasmed, rocking back and forth to draw it out and the orgasm was amazing. My muscles contracted, my body tightened, and I cried out. Luke orgasmed just after I did, his stomach muscles tightening and curling his back off the blankets. I felt him pump into me and it was incredible, the feeling of his release inside me without a condom on was so much better than with it. Our orgasms lasted for a long time before I collapsed on Luke’s chest. He wrapped an arm around me, and we lay like that for a while, catching our breath, relishing in each other’s closeness.
Finally, when he started going soft inside me, I lifted myself off him. I reached for another blanket that Luke had put down and pulled it over us before I lay down with my head on the spot of Luke’s chest that it belonged. He wrapped his arm around me and held me against him.
“I love you,” he said.
I smiled, tipping my head up to kiss him. “I love you, too.”
“I can’t wait for the rest of our lives together. You, me and the baby, we’re going to make it through.”
And he was right. We had endless possibilities, now. We were going to make it work, and we could go anywhere in the world, even right back home if we wanted because we would be safe and welcome. I closed my eyes and listened to Luke’s heartbeat. He slowly stroked my arm, running his fingertips along my skin, and I shivered with goosebumps.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. He was referring to the pregnancy.
“Perfect,” I said. “Happy.”
Luke chuckled. “Yeah, me too,” he said.