Luke apparently understood, because he nodded at Jackson and squeezed me tight again.
A while later, Luke and I were curled together in his bed, and he was gently brushing my hair back from my face as he placed soft kisses along my jaw.
I let my mind wander to what had happened earlier, still slightly convinced that it was all just a dream. Luke had pulled his shirt off and then shoved his jeans down and kicked them off, completely uncaring that Jackson was sitting three feet away. He had pulled my shirt off me, too, both of us standing naked for a second before he had lounged on the couch again, facing Jackson, and pulled me over him. I straddled his hips, facing outward towards Jackson, and he had pushed up into me, filling me as he reached around and spread me open to Jackson’s gaze.
He had set a smooth, quick pace that had sent me over the edge almost immediately, and didn’t stop until I had come twice more. The last one was so intense that I screamed, and Luke had to slap his hand over my mouth so I didn’t wake up Brandon. It had been so intense because Jackson had shoved his jeans down and began stroking himself, matching the thrust of my hips against Luke’s. I had been unable to tear my eyes away from him, from the sight of his hand circling the (huge!) hard length of him, firmly stroking root to tip as I rode Luke, and it had set me off, exploding around Luke and milking him until he came, still thrusting and prolonging my orgasm until Jackson followed as well, spilling himself over his hand.
I closed my eyes, pressing my thighs together at the ache the memory of that moment caused. I heard Luke laugh softly behind me.
“What’s the matter, sugar?” Luke asked, his tone teasing.
“Just thinking,” I replied. I turned to face him. “Luke? Why…how…I’m kind of confused,” I stammered. “I’ve been confused since Jackson got here. He watched us…and you weren’t mad. Then…earlier happened, and you were okay with everything but you said he couldn’t touch your girl, and he said he knew where you stood on this one. What does that mean?”
Luke pressed his lips to my forehead, and then pulled back to watch my face as he spoke. “Jacks and I have known each other for a long time. I met him when I first went to live with my dad’s brother; he was in my class. He became my friend, my only friend, and he really was the only person constant in my life other than Brandon. It didn’t matter where we were sent for foster care, he made his mom bring him over, or even come get us, because I tried to never leave Brandon behind, until he was able to drive. Then he did the same. His mom took me to get my license, and Jacks helped me get my first car. We’ve never been separated until the last year or so, and that’s only because he took a job in L.A.
There’s no way to ease into this, so I’ll just be blunt. We used to have some wild times, and we’ve shared women. In fact, we shared almost all the women we dated. None of them ever meant anything really, but we always swore that if we found one that did, then the other wouldn’t touch her. I…you said you’ve seen the darkness in me, Emma. I cant help it, it’s a rush, that feeling of someone watching, of being caught in the act. I know I pushed you into it, and I’m sorry if I went too far.” Luke sighed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.
I shook my head. “Luke, you pushed me, but I felt safe, I feel safe with you. And you were right, it turned me on so much. But you still didn’t explain what Jackson meant when he said he knew where you stood.”
“You’re mine, Emma. I’ve told you that. You heard me tell him he wasn’t touching my girl. You’re my girl. Mine.” He punctuated his last word with a hard kiss on my lips.
I raised my brows at him, but didn’t feel like arguing because I was way too warm and comfortable wrapped in his arms.
“Sugar?”
“Hmm?” I tipped my head back a bit to meet his gaze.
“What time do we have to be at your parents’ house in the morning?” Luke asked.
Shit! I had forgotten about that. “Ummm…ten?”