“Hello, Emma…” a voice whispered harshly.

“Umm…hello?” I responded.

“What are you doing, little girl?” the voice continued in that nasty raspy whisper.

I rolled my eyes, grinning at Luke who was staring at me questioningly. “Calland, you ass. What the hell do you want?”

My brother busted out laughing and hung up on me. I didn’t call him back because I knew his little games by now.

He called me back after a minute, and when I answered he said, “You bitch! You didn’t call me back!”

“I know. So what’s up?” I asked.

“Mom says that you have to be here for breakfast tomorrow. I say you don’t have to,” he replied in his smart ass tone.

I heard my mom yell at Calland in the background before she grabbed the phone from him, smacking him and muttering under her breath.

“Emma? Breakfast tomorrow, honey, and bring your friend. Allie’s coming, too.”

Oh, Lord…what was my mother up to? “I’ll be there, Mom. I’m not speaking for anyone else. Luke may have plans with his brother or something.”

To my dismay, Luke leaned close to me and said, “Nope. Don’t have plans. Where we going?”

I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing my mother had heard him.

“Emma? See? You’re friend doesn’t have plans, and his brother can come, too. Don’t be late, Emma Marie. Ten o’clock. Love you, bye!” Mom hung up the phone on me, and I tossed my phone into my purse.

I glanced at Luke, who cocked his eyebrow at me before asking, “Emma Marie, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes at him before replying, “Lucas Tyler, huh?”

“Touche’ sugar.” Luke grinned, reaching over and taking my hand in his bringing it to his thigh and holding it there against his warmth.

We pulled up at his house and unloaded everything from his car. We debated starting the pumpkins, but I decided that we’d wait on Brandon. To kill time until he got home, Luke and I snuggled on the couch, watching a movie while Doug snored on my feet.

As the credits rolled on the movie, I glanced at my watch. It wasn’t even five yet and Brandon wouldn’t be home until around seven. Luke had fallen asleep halfway through the movie. I slid gently out from under his arm, intending to let Doug out to use the bathroom and do the same myself. I froze for a second when Luke sighed and settled deeper into the couch, but didn’t wake.

Doug and I did our business and I went back to the couch to snuggle back in with Luke. While I was gone, Luke had slid down further in the couch, his head resting in the corner of the armrest, his arms folded across his chest, one of his legs bent at the knee, the other stretched out in front of him. He looked so beautiful it took my breath, and I couldn’t help myself.

I sank to my knees in between his thighs, lightly resting my hands on his hips. He didn’t move. I traced my fingertips along the waistband of his jeans, watching his face intently. His muscles quivered under my light touch, but he still didn’t wake. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans, and slid his zipper down, before parting the denim wide and tugging it down gently. I drew in a breath when he came into view, because he was already hard. My eyes flew up to his face to find his eyes, still heavy lidded with sleep (or maybe desire?) watching me.

I tugged a little more on his jeans and he lifted his hips a bit until he sprang completely free of the denim trapping him in. He was so hard that he stood straight up, pointing towards his hard belly, the tiny slit weeping already. I encircled his hardness with my fingers, stroking him softly before bringing him to my lips. I let my tongue flick out to wet my lips, the tip brushing over the slit of him, tasting and moaning softly.

I heard Luke’s quickly indrawn breath, and then his gasp as I parted my lips and slowly slid the tip of him in the wet warmth of my mouth. I kept my eyes locked with his as I took him deeper, and his hands came up to tangle in my hair on both sides of my head. I worked him with my lips, my tongue laving the head of him on my upward strokes, my hand wrapped securely around the base of him. Luke was gasping with every stroke, his hands tightening in my hair and guiding me into a smooth rhythm up and down his velvety hardness.

On my next upward stroke with my lips and tongue, I let my hand follow my mouth, stroking in tandem. Luke faltered, his thighs quivering and I could feel him getting harder between my lips, getting ready to lose it. He used my hair to start pulling my head away from him, but I fought it, moving faster up and down him, sucking him deep. His hips jerked under me and he groaned as he lost it, his hands tightening almost painfully as he gave over to it and I swallowed him down.

“God, Emma…what you do to me, baby.” Luke rasped, his voice thick with sleep and desire.

I smiled softly up at him, not sure why I blurted, “I’ve never done that before. Never let anyone…” I ducked my head, biting my tongue. I heard Luke groan again before he hauled me up into his lap and kissed me wildly, his teeth nipping at my lips, the silver ring in his lip pressing so deliciously against mine.

His lips left mine abruptly and he sat up, pushing me back and twisting me to lie on the couch. He jerked my jeans down my legs, taking my panties with them, tossing them over the back of the couch in a heap. I hurriedly pulled my shirt and my bra off over my heard, tossing them behind the couch, as well. Then it was my turn to gasp as his hands smoothed down my stomach to my thighs, before the fingers of one hand pressed deep into my wetness.

I moaned as he whispered, “Dripping for me. God, sugar!” He brought his fingers up to his lips and slowly slid them between his lips, tasting me on them.

My breath came in on a gasp as desire curled hard in my belly, setting me on fire from head to toe. I read the intent in his eyes and moaned yes uncontrollably as he slid his lips down my stomach, coming to rest at the juncture of my thighs, his hot breath searing my tender, bare flesh. I spread wide for him, inviting him to taste, almost frantic with the need. My hips bucked wildly as he licked into me, my fingers spearing into his hair, holding him tightly against my writhing body.

He flicked his tongue rapidly over the hard, tight bud of my clit before sliding down and pushing into me as deep as he could before retreating and laving me with the flat of his tongue, up and down, the pressure building and building until I was screaming with the need to explode.

Luke pulled back from my body, softly kissing the insides of my thighs and nipping lightly at my skin. I tugged his hair roughly, trying to pull his mouth back to me but he wouldn’t budge.

“Luke, please!” I growled. “Put your mouth back on me, please Luke, please don’t stop!”

Luke chuckled, blowing lightly over my wetness and I shivered. “In a minute, baby. Mmmm…I love it when you beg.”

I growled at him but I really wanted to scream in frustration, and just when I thought I actually would, my growl turned into a low, drawn out moan as he brought his lips back to the tender flesh between my thighs, kissing it before sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue rapidly against it.

My back arched, my hips bucking up into his mouth, my hands forcing him harder into my soft, hot cleft as he slid his tongue down and speared it into me, groaning as I rode his mouth, his tongue fucking in and out and in and out until I was writhing and shaking under him.

I jerked my hands back from his hair as his hands slid up my body and roughly cupped my breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples, my hands slipping up and my fingers twisting in my own hair, pulling as every nerve in my body screamed in pleasure. I exploded, my body spasming, my thighs clenching tightly around Luke’s head, trapping him against me as I thrust myself wildly into his mouth, his tongue dancing over my clit as I came and came hard.