Chapter Eight

 

Luke was going to feed her? He couldn’t be serious. Everyone would see them. She must have misunderstood him. No, that couldn’t be right.

He had a wicked gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face. She felt herself blush. “Did you say you’re going to feed me dessert?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I said.”

She didn’t think that was a good idea. It was much too obvious. Too intimate in a way. In a room full of people, many of whom were family members?

“Luke, that’s really not necessary. Plus everyone will see us. I can feed myself.” Surely he could be reasoned with. They’d agreed on rebooting their weekend together, but him feeding her in front of an audience seemed like too much.

Luke shook his head and looked out at the guests. “Princess, no one’s paying attention to us. They’re busy getting their own desserts and stuffing their faces. Look for yourself.”

Abbey glanced around the banquet room. There were guests chatting in line at the sweet table, some were leaving the room to use the restroom or have a cigarette outside, and many were at their tables enjoying the sweet treats they’d filled their plates with. No one was paying much attention to the head table at the moment. Still, she wasn’t sure.

He held out a forkful of chocolate brownie with walnuts to her lips and raised a brow in challenge. Abbey’s heart galloped in her chest. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. So this is a part of my reboot weekend? All right then, here we go.

It was one of the best brownies Abbey’d ever eaten. She moaned when the rich flavor of chocolate fudge hit her tongue. It was the perfect combination of cake and fudge with crunchy walnuts mixed in.

She watched, transfixed, as Luke took a bite himself and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat. She couldn’t help but stare as his tongue licked chocolate frosting off his kissable lips.

Abbey remembered Luke’s talented tongue. He’d spent hours using it all over her. Kissing her senseless with just the right amount of firmness. Licking her nipples relentlessly until they ached so good. And when he used his tongue between her legs, it hadn’t taken many swipes against her throbbing clit to set her off like a rocket ship.

For the next few minutes, he continued to feed them from their dessert plate. Although Abbey enjoyed the delicious treats she was being fed, she enjoyed watching Luke’s mouth as he ate even more. She imagined his mouth, lips, and tongue on her, and by the time they’d had their fill of dessert, she was hot and aching. Her panties were damp and she desperately needed relief. The kind only Luke could provide.

She was practically vibrating in her chair, her breaths reduced to quick pants. Luke licked his lips and she couldn’t wait another minute to get a taste of him. She leaned in and he met her halfway.

Abbey startled and quickly pulled away at the amplified sound of the DJ’s voice. “All right, everyone, we’re going to get the evening’s festivities underway. The photographers have set up in the corner next to the gift table for anyone who would like to have pictures taken. Jake and Cassie, come on up for your first dance as man and wife.”

Abbey shivered and tried to calm down. She looked over to Luke and saw him frowning. “Bad timing, DJ dude,” he mumbled.

She giggled at him as she joined the guests and applauded while Cassie and Jake went to the dance floor for their first dance. Luke reached over and held her hand, and they both watched, hand in hand, as the newlyweds danced to “The Way You Look Tonight” by Tony Bennett. From the way Jake was looking at Cassie—with love, lust, and contentment—it was the perfect song. Abbey teared up. Once upon a time, Luke had looked at her the same way.

She felt his warm fingers brush away a stray tear on her cheek. His simple touch made her insides sizzle. This is so unfair. He turned her head, so she faced him. “No tears, princess.”

Luke leaned in and her eyes drifted shut. She should have pulled away but didn’t have the will left in her to do that. The soft, warm brush of Luke’s lips on hers left her reeling. The world around them fell away. She’d missed Luke so much. Missed everything Luke. Abbey’s head was swimming. She wanted him, needed him so badly.

Luke licked the seam of her lips, seeking entry, and Abbey opened her mouth, happy to let him inside. The first taste of him was a sweet mix of the delicious desserts they’d just shared—chocolate, tart apples, cheesecake, and more. His big warm hands cradled her face as their tongues tangled and danced. More decadent than any dessert.

Abbey lost herself in him. Her heart raced and her skin felt hot and tight. Her breasts were swollen and heavy and her panties were soaked. Luke moaned sexily and she was ready to toss him under the table and—

“If the bridal party and parents of the bride and groom would like to come to the dance floor now, please.”

Abbey quickly pulled away from Luke as if she were burned. She took a deep breath, then another, trying to center herself.

The heat in Luke’s gorgeous blue gaze nearly scorched her. She felt a sense of female pride knowing she had affected him like he had her.

“That fucker has shitty timing,” Luke mumbled. He frowned, stood up, and offered her his hand.

Abbey looked up at Luke and giggled. She couldn’t help it. He looked like an aggravated little boy who’d just been told he couldn’t have cookies before dinner. “Strike ’em Out” Stryker had gotten too used to getting his way over the years.

She stood and took Luke’s hand. So big and strong wrapped around hers. Leah was already leading Heath to the dance floor. He wasn’t putting up much of a fight. Good for them. Abbey was rooting for them well beyond the weekend.

“So you think DJ cock blocker over there is funny, huh?”

Abbey shrugged, giggling as Luke led them to the dance floor. They were the last to arrive. She reached for Luke’s hands but he placed her hands around his neck and placed his around her waist.

For a moment, Abbey stiffened, unsure if she was comfortable with their intimate display in front of everyone. Luke pulled her in close against his muscled body as “Unforgettable” by Nat King Cole began to play.

Luke was exactly that to her. Unforgettable, even though she’d tried hard to forget him over the years. Abbey was aware she and Luke were getting knowing looks and smiles from the dance floor and from wedding guests.

The feel of Luke in her arms after so many years apart, so strong and warm and perfect, had her not concerning herself with what anyone else thought. She’d announced her reboot weekend, so everyone most likely assumed Luke was a part of it.

Abbey placed her cheek against Luke’s chest and inhaled. Luke’s own musk mixed with the exotic scents of sandalwood, rosewood, and oud wood from Tom Ford’s Oud Wood which he wore had her happily drifting off to a sensual place as they slowly swayed to the music. Like an addict, she’d pined over Luke when she’d seem him in many Tom Ford Oud Wood commercials over the years. Tom Ford was one of Luke’s many and lucrative endorsement deals. 

She couldn’t miss the feel of Luke’s erection pressing against her belly. Was he bigger than she remembered? Her body simmered with anticipation, knowing later she’d have Luke’s long, thick dick inside her once again. No one had elicited the kind of mind-blowing pleasure that Luke had. Not that she had had many lovers since she and Luke had broken up. But every sexual encounter after Luke had left her unsatisfied and wanting.

“You’ve been unforgettable to me, princess,” Luke whispered.

Abbey looked up at Luke, surprised. He gazed at her with such tenderness she wanted to believe him, but how could she? He’d cheated on her just as his baseball career had taken off. Abbey stayed silent, not trusting herself to speak. Luke didn’t really mean it, she reasoned. It was a wedding. Everyone was emotional. That was what happened at weddings. Everyone became sentimental. Single guests wanted to hook up. He was just caught up in the moment.

The song ended and she extricated herself from Luke, feeling a little off kilter, but missing his touch immediately. Damn him. After the applause died down, the DJ announced the dance floor was open to everyone.

Abbey needed a drink. That would take the edge off. Calm her down so she could enjoy the reception and go with the flow of whatever the evening held in store. A quick dance number began playing and Abbey made to head to the bar, but Luke took a hold of her arm.

“Look, Abbey, can we go somewhere quiet to talk for a few minutes? Just to clear the air about that night? Please?”

Not this again. Luke was like a dog with a bone. Why couldn’t he let it go? What difference did it make now, anyway? After all this time? There were supposed to have a good time this weekend, not dredge up the past. After the weekend was over, who knew how long it would be before she even saw Luke again.

“Luke, it’s not necessary, so drop it. We’re supposed to be having a fun reboot this weekend right? So let’s do that.”

Luke pulled a face and just as he seemed ready to argue the point, little Amy came up to them and tugged on Luke’s jacket sleeve. “Wanna dance with me, Luke?” Amy looked up at Luke expectantly.

His face softened. “Of course. It would be my pleasure.” Amy dragged a reluctant Luke deep onto the dance floor and Abbey made her escape to get some dollar bills from her evening bag.

Thank you, Amy.

At the bar, the bartender gave Abbey the champagne that had been served to the guests. Why not? Today was a celebration, right? Jake and Cassie’s wedding day. Her reboot weekend.

Abbey took a small sip, the bubbles hitting her tongue and tickling her nose. It was dryer than the head table champagne. Very good, but she preferred the Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold they’d drank at the head table.

Abbey giggled and took a long sip. Now I’m a champagne snob. She watched Amy keep Luke on the dance floor longer than he’d probably expected. Amy was dancing, or rather bouncing around like little girls did, with Luke showing off his best moves. He could move all right. Abbey could attest to that.

Lost in memories of past sexual exploits with Luke, she hadn’t noticed she was no longer alone until a man spoke to her.

“Jake really did things up right today, didn’t he?” The man on her right, whom Abbey didn’t recognize, was about six feet tall, and had dark-blond hair styled with a little too much product and calculating, deep-brown eyes. His nose was slightly crooked, possibly from being broken. He was a decent-looking man in his tailored gray suit and a deep-red tie, holding a tumbler with a finger of scotch. He’s no Luke though.

He extended his hand and she shook it. Firm enough grip, but his hands weren’t as large or powerful as Luke’s. Touching him left Abbey feeling cold. “I’m Mel Johnson. I’m a corporate attorney with the Cobras. I work with Jake.”

Attorney. Abbey should have known by his demeanor. “I’m Abbey Jayne. Jake’s new sister-in-law. Nice to meet you. Yes, Jake wanted today to be special for Cassie. I think he’s done a great job so far.” Abbey wanted to be cordial to Jake’s co-worker, but she wasn’t the least bit interested in Mel Johnson, corporate attorney for the Cobras. Mel was at a wedding, for Pete’s sake. He could turn the attorney off for a few hours, couldn’t he? Abbey appreciated when Jake wasn’t “lawyering”, he was a laid-back, easy going guy. Not like his pal Mel.

Mel took a business card out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Abbey. Wanting to be polite, she accepted it and then noticed Luke gracefully pass Amy over to Heath and Leah to continue dancing with.

“It’s obvious that Luke Stryker is a part of your reboot weekend, but after the weekend is over and he’s left, give me a call. Let me take you to dinner sometime.”

Abbey tucked Mel’s business card into her evening bag as Luke stalked toward them. His determined, purposeful strides made quick work of eating up the distance between them. He looks more than a little angry. She held her breath.

“Johnson. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Luke’s tone dripped with sarcasm and disdain.

Mel’s eye grew wide and he shook his head. “No, not at all, boss. I was just introducing myself to the maid of honor, and enjoying a celebratory drink together, right, Abbey?” Mel looked nervously to her for corroboration.

A little part of Abbey got turned on by Luke’s alpha male behavior, but she didn’t care for Luke’s intimidation tactics toward his employee. There was no need for it. Mel was harmless.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be an ass, Luke.” Abbey saw Mel wince. Poor guy. He’d probably never consider of insulting the great Luke Stryker.

Luke raised a brow, glaring hard at her. He turned to Mel, who downed his scotch in one gulp. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was an ass. Was I an ass, Mel?”

“Shit,” Mel muttered under his breath. He glanced down at his shoes like they were the most interesting things in the world. He looked up at Luke and shook his head. “No, of course not. Not at all.”

Abbey’s temper bristled as Luke continued to behave like an ass toward Mel. He needed to stop. Now. “Luke, that’s enough.”

Luke nodded tersely. “You’re right, princess. I’ve had enough.” Luke turned to Mel and gestured to his empty tumbler. “Looks like you need a refill, Mel.”

Likely relieved to be given an out, Mel held his tumbler up in salute and bolted to the bar without saying a word.

Abbey was ready to throttle Luke. He was out of control. “I really don’t appreciate—”

Luke grabbed the champagne glass out of Abbey’s hand, drained the contents, and slammed it onto the nearest table. “You want to know what I don’t appreciate? I don’t appreciate you throwing yourself at some stiff when you’re supposed to be with me.”

Abbey gasped. How dare Luke say that? Was he serious right now? “Look, I wasn’t throwing myself at anyone. I was having a drink. Mel came up to me. I know you know that because I saw you watching me from the dance floor, so back off.”

Luke balled his hands into fists. “Not happening, princess. In fact, I’d say now is a good time for us to have a private chat about that night. You’ve put me off long enough.”

Not this again. Why won’t he let this go?

Abbey’s temper rose to a full boil. She would make different plans for her reboot weekend. Luke had left her no choice. “I told you. There’s nothing to say about that night. And I’ve changed my mind about this weekend. Reboot with someone else.”

Luke stepped up close. Abbey had to crane her neck to look him in the eye. His beautiful blue eyes bore down on her, fierce with rage. Abbey wasn’t afraid. She knew Luke wouldn’t hurt her, not physically. Her heart was a different story.

“Not happening. We’re going to talk privately and continue on with our weekend together.” Luke took her by the hand and led her to the banquet room doors.

Abbey tried to pull away but Luke wouldn’t let her go. “I told you, I have nothing to say about that night. And our weekend is over. Maybe I’ll really go throw myself at Mel.” She didn’t know why she said that. She didn’t mean it. She wasn’t interested in Mel at all. She’d been looking forward to spending time with Luke—in bed, even if for just the weekend. Come Monday, she’d deal with the harsh realities of her life—unemployed and alone.

“Really? You have nothing to say? Nothing at all? You walked out that night without a word. After ten years, you expect me to believe there’s not one thing you want to say to me?” Luke dragged her through the banquet room doors despite her best efforts to resist and the questioning looks from wedding guests.

Once they were in the hallway, Abbey noticed the several of Luke’s security goons stand at attention. All of them wearing dark suits and ear pieces. Real subtle, Luke. Luke’s security detail had kept the paparazzi away, at least. She was grateful for Jake’s and Cassie’s sake.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I have nothing to say to you about that night.” Abbey was lying, of course. There had been so much she had wanted to say. Back then. Now, though, she didn’t see what difference it would make. What’s done is done.

Rocco burst out of the banquet room with a concerned look in his dark eyes. The other members of the security team looked to him for guidance.

“That’s such bullshit and you know it. I think you have plenty to say but you’re afraid to say it.”

Abbey scoffed. She wasn’t afraid. She was hurting. Still hurting almost as if she had walked in on him with that groupie slut yesterday. The old wounds she had hoped were healed after ten years had burst wide open when she’d seen Luke in the church vestibule. She’d been trying to ignore it, shrug it off, but the hole he’d left in her heart ten years ago was now open and bleeding. After all this time, she still loved him and hated him at the same time. There it was. Abbey didn’t know what to do about it. What could she do? Luke was the one who had dealt their relationship the death blow. Not her.

He dragged her down the hallway past the restrooms. Abbey tried to pull away but was no match for Luke’s strength. “Stop it! I’m not going anywhere with you!” She didn’t care she was shouting, calling unwanted attention to them.

Luke turned to her, his anger seeping out of every pore. “Yes, you fucking are. And you’re going to tell me what you’ve wanted to say to me for the last ten years.”

To her surprise, Luke tossed her over his left shoulder in a fireman’s hold, held on to her legs, and continued down the hallway. Abbey’s hair fell down around her, obstructing her vision. She hit him in the ass repeatedly with her evening bag and kicked her feet. “You asshole! Put me down right now! I’m not saying anything to you!”

Luke ignored her, and she bounced on his shoulder as he stomped his way to their destination. Abbey felt her shoes fall off but kept on kicking. “My shoes! They’re expensive! I had them dyed special to match my dress!”

“Rocco, get her fucking shoes!”

From Abbey’s limited vision she could tell Luke was walking through a doorway. She heard the door click closed. He gently set her down on her stocking-covered feet and she felt dizzy as the blood rushed out of her head. She panted, and she swayed, pushing Luke away when he tried to steady her.

Abbey pulled her hair away from her face and tossed her evening bag on the large dining table that looked like it sat about twenty people. It was covered in a bright white tablecloth with bright white, elegantly folded cloth napkins placed around the table at each chair.

Abbey sat down in the nearest chair and took a few deep breaths, slowly feeling the dizziness subside. Luke sat down next to her but said nothing. His expression was unreadable.

“Now, tell me what you’ve wanted to say to me about that night.” Luke’s demeanor seemed calm and relaxed but Abbey could sense the tension he was holding in. He was wound tight.

Abbey didn’t care though. She’d had enough of this game he was playing. “I told you, I have nothing to say.” She started getting out of her chair but he pushed her back down by her shoulders.

“And I told you, that’s bullshit. Tell me.” His tone was low, growly.

She shook her head, anger simmering just below the surface. “I don’t care what you think, Luke. Not anymore.” Liar. You care a lot. That’s the problem, isn’t it?

“Also bullshit, now tell me.” His voice was a little louder now. She wondered if it could be heard outside the room they were in.

“Luke, stop already. I want to get back to the reception. So should you.” Her voice rose and her stomach clenched.

“Not until you tell me!” He slammed a fist on the table with a thud.

Abbey’s stomach churned as she thought about that night. The sight of Luke and that skanky groupie naked was permanently burned into her brain. The disappointment, betrayal, and anger seared her soul and her heart.

“No,” she shouted back. Fuck Luke and what he wanted. What about what she wanted? She had wanted to believe Luke loved her and wanted to marry her one day and have a family and all the other things they talked and dreamed about. But life didn’t always give you what you wanted.

“Tell me right the fuck the now! Say it!” Luke was shouting like Abbey had never heard him before. She didn’t care. He could throw a temper tantrum all he liked.

“I said no!”

“Do it! Say it!” He slammed his fist on the table again.

Abbey’s pulse raced and her temperature rose. Her insides shook with a rage she’d held inside for much too long. Ten fucking years.

“Fine! You want me to tell you! I will! Her breaths came out in quick pants. “You fucking broke my heart, okay? As soon as you won your first World Series Championship and your career as a pro pitcher took off, you just tossed me aside like was nothing! Nothing! I loved you so much! So fucking much and you didn’t even care! I gave you everything, my virginity, my heart and soul, and you just tossed me aside the first chance you got. And for what?  Some groupie whore! There. Is that what you wanted to hear so badly? Are you happy now!”

Abbey shook, and a flood of tears she’d held in for years streamed down her face. She covered her face with her hands and allowed herself to sob for the first time since she’d walked in on him. All the pain and anger wrenched through her. She heard him get out of his chair, relieved he would finally leave her alone.

Except Luke kneeled down in front of her and turned her chair to face him directly. He put his hands on hers and pulled them away from her face. She kept her eyes closed, and the tears continued to fall.

He held her hands tightly. Abbey was annoyed she felt comforted. “No, Abbey, I’m not happy at all. Please open your eyes and look at me.”

Abbey shook her head. She just wanted to get out of there and be left alone. What a mess. She was Cassie’s maid of honor and was in some small banquet room sobbing her heart out instead of at the reception where she was supposed to be.

“Please, Abbey,” he said gently.

She slowly opened her eyes, surprised and heartbroken to find tears streaming down Luke’s cheeks. She was at a loss for words and physically drained.

“Now please just let me talk and tell you what happened.”

Abbey wanted to get up, but Luke held on to her hands.

“Please, let me have my say, and when I’m finished, if you still want to go, I won’t stop you. You have my word.”

Abbey scoffed. “I’m not sure that means much, Luke.” She hated herself for sounding like a bitch, but when it came to Luke, he had some real credibility issues.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I know it seems that way, but I’m hoping you’ll change your mind in a minute.”

“All right, then.” Abbey didn’t have it in her to fight anymore. She grabbed one of the cloth napkins nearest to her and wiped her face. Some of her makeup stained the napkin. She’d let Luke have his say and leave. They would be done once and for all. Although she should be happy to finally get closure, the thought hurt deep down to her soul.

Luke nodded sadly. “You didn’t see what you thought you saw that night.”

Abbey shook her head. She knew what she saw. Luke and that groupie slut naked after they’d had sex.

“Listen to me, Abbey. Hear me. I didn’t and would never cheat on you. I swear to you on my parents’ souls.”

She sighed, not sure what to believe. “But I saw you two, naked.”

Luke squeezed her hands firmly. “Think back. Try to remember clearly. That bitch was naked, not me. Oh, she got my shirt off, sure, but my jeans were on and zipped. She was a strong drunk. I was a little drunk, but I was fighting her off when you walked in. I kept trying to tell her I was waiting for you, that I was going to celebrate my first World Series win with you.”

Abbey startled in her chair when a knock sounded at the door. “Luke,” Rocco called out.

Luke turned to the door. “Everything’s all right, Roc.”

“Okay, just checking. Take all the time you need,” Rocco said.

A sliver of hope bloomed in Abbey’s heart. If what Luke was saying were true, how the hell did the groupie get in his room to begin with? Something didn’t add up.

“How did she get in your room then?” Abbey wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

Luke sighed and shook his head. “How do you think? My scummy ex-agent Earl Jepson.”

Abbey stomach clenched again. She’d hated Earl Jepson. He’d been a slimy sleazeball as far as she was concerned. He hadn’t been shy about letting her know he didn’t like her. He thought she was holding Luke back and was in the way.

“Asshole,” she whispered.

“Fucking right, he was. I’ve never seen Darren so mad when he found out what happened. Fired his ass right away and we’ve been happy with Glenn Milner’s representation ever since. I wish you had let me explain this to you a long time ago.” Luke kissed her knuckles softly. “I loved so you much, Abbey, still do. The way you shut me out all these years broke my heart.”

She began crying again. Mourning all the years she and Luke had lost because she’d been too hurt and stubborn to let him explain what happened. But what about Brenna? She needed to know the truth about their relationship.

“I’m so sorry, Luke. I still love you too, I never stopped. But what about Brenna? Cassie suggested you two weren’t really together, whatever that means. What’s going on with her?” Abbey held her breath, waiting for his answer.

Luke sat back down in his chair. He ran a hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Cassie’s right. Brenna and I weren’t really together. I’ve been doing her a favor, a huge favor by pretending to be her boyfriend for the last three years.”

She didn’t understand. That made no sense. Why would Brenna Sinclair, international film star need a fake boyfriend? Luke must have sensed her confusion and continued.

“It’s no secret her conservative Baptist minister father doesn’t think much of Hollywood, or her acting career. He’d think even less of Brenna if he knew she preferred women to men. Using me as cover wasn’t so bad. We’d meet up every few months and get some shots taken of us in public, being all PDA and shit until we met up again. I was able to accompany her to a couple of movie premieres. Fans ate it up. She even got me those two small parts in her movies. It was fun, not that different from doing commercials, and I’ve done a ton of those over the years. Bottom line is I consider her a friend. I think you’d like her.”

That wasn’t what Abbey had expected at all. Luke was right, though. Brenna’s father would have a field day if he found out she was a lesbian. He’d been public about his disappointment in his oldest daughter’s chosen profession. Abbey didn’t even understand his issue with her. Brenna Sinclair was an amazing actress, well-respected, and professional, and she had remained above the fray of drama and scandal typical of Hollywood.

“Three years is a long time to pretend though,” Abbey heard herself say. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Luke nodded. “I know. We never meant for it to go on that long. But with both of our schedules being so crazy, before we knew it, three years had passed. But our relationship is over. I’m leaving it up to her as to how she wants to make it public.”

Abbey felt a renewed sense of hope where she and Luke were concerned. Could they forge a future together after all this time? She looked at him, longing, love, and lust in his sparkling blue eyes. Her heart swelled with the love she’d always felt for him and her body flooded with desire as her core slickened. Her heart and body were on board with the possibility of reuniting. Game on!

Needing to get close to him, she bolted out of her chair and kneeled between his legs. She put her arms around his neck and crushed her lips against his. She felt him smile against her lips as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

Luke ran his tongue along the seam of Abbey’s lips and she joyfully opened for him. Their tongues hungrily explored and tangled with each other, both of them ravenous for the other. Abbey deepened the kiss and tugged on Luke’s thick hair. She felt satisfaction as he moaned into her mouth. Abbey put all the emotions she was feeling into their kiss—love, hope, joy, and desire until they pulled apart, both panting.

“Christ, I love you, princess,” Luke gasped.

Abbey smiled up at him, a sea of emotions overflowing inside her. “I love you too, so much, Luke. I always have.” She needed him so badly. Her long dress, lingerie, and hose would make getting undressed quickly impossible. She smiled when she looked at Luke’s lap and saw his big dick straining against his tuxedo pants zipper. Is he bigger than I remember? That thought made her even wetter, soaking her panties even more.

She looked over at the door. “Do you know if there will be an event in this room tonight?”

He shook his head. “No, there isn’t. As a precaution, I paid the Antonetti’s to keep the other banquet rooms free tonight.”

Abbey couldn’t believe the lengths Luke had gone through to keep the press away for Jake and Cassie. It made her love him even more. She would show him just how much.

She unbuttoned his pants and he put his hands on hers to stop her from going any further. “What are you doing?”

Abbey looked up at him, smiling slyly. “What do you think? I’m going to suck that big dick of yours, just the way you like it.” She started to unzip his pants but he held her hands still.

“But I want to fuck you. So bad. Let’s just go back to my hotel room.” Luke started zipping up his pants but Abbey stopped him this time.

She chuckled. She would have loved to leave and go back to his room. But they couldn’t, not yet. “We can’t leave right now. There’s still the cutting of the cake and bouquet and garter toss to get through, at least. We’re the maid of honor and best man. We should stick around until the end of the night, don’t you think?”

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. “I guess so. But I think Jake would understand if we bailed out now.” Luke stuck out his lower lip, pouting like cute a little boy. Cute for a thirty-year-old, six-foot-four professional baseball player.

She laughed at his logic. “Maybe, but I doubt my family would. Let me take care of you now and then later you can fuck me real good.” Abbey had never been much for dirty talk, unless it was with Luke. She found that with Luke, she felt free enough to be something other than the computer nerd she normally was. She could be fun, flirty, or filthy and he never judged her. Never made her feel self-conscious or ashamed. In fact, the dirtier the better as far as he was concerned.

With an exaggerated sigh and nod of his head, he acquiesced. “Fine, but after the reception your tight little pussy is mine and maybe we skip brunch tomorrow so I can fuck you all day. How about that?”

Abbey unzipped his pants, pulling his boxer briefs, t-shirt, and shirt out of the way. “How about we worry about brunch tomorrow?”

Her mouth watered once his long hard cock was fully uncovered. He is definitely bigger than I remember. Luke’s engorged purple head glistened with pre-cum at the tip. The long blue vein stretching along his length pulsed.

Abbey leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, his salty essence exploding on her tongue. She breathed him in, loving the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk. So sexy, masculine … so Luke. She’d missed this. Luke had been her first. He’d taught her everything about sex. Taught her exactly how to please him.

Luke hissed when she sucked on the head and gripped her hair. The little sting of pain turned her on even more. “Take all of me, Abbey,” he whispered.

Emboldened, she sucked Luke’s hot, hard cock as far down her throat as she could. She breathed through her nose to avoid gagging. So big. He groaned loudly and she sucked him in earnest.

Abbey found a comfortable rhythm that he seemed to enjoy and when she looked up at him, he had his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth was open, panting. The muscles in his neck strained and his jugulars pulsed.

Thrilled to her very core, she gently squeezed his heavy sac, feeling the coarse hairs in her palm. Luke pumped his hips, fucking her face with a steady rhythm.

“I’m not going to last, Abbey. Oh God. Swallow every fucking drop.”

He pumped his hips faster and held on to her head tighter, the sting of her scalp almost too much. “Oh fuck, Abbey!” Luke shot ribbon after ribbon of hot salty cum down her throat. She struggled to swallow it all down. Does he come more now too? She managed not to miss a drop although she wasn’t sure how. He slumped back in his chair, gasping for air, and let go of her head.

Abbey licked Luke’s deflating dick clean, carefully tucked him into his pants, and zipped him back up. She stayed put, proudly kneeling between his legs, waiting for him to drift back down to earth.

Luke slowly opened his eyes, his pupils still dilated, and flashed Abbey a cocky grin. “Best head ever, princess.” Luke sat up straighter and reached out to her.

Abbey rolled her eyes even though she knew she’d taken good care of her man. At that moment, it felt like Luke was once again her man. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself but hoped he would be from now on. She had to admit though, she was afraid.

Luke moved her so she sat across his lap. He pressed his lips to hers and she opened to him without hesitation. His tongue gently massaged hers, as though he didn’t care if he tasted himself on her. So hot. She felt Luke start to get hard again beneath her and giggled.

“Like I said. Best. Head. Ever.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm on her skin. “I’m starting to get hard again, princess. I can’t get enough of you. You sure we can’t quietly slip out of here?”

Abbey was tempted, so tempted. She couldn’t do that to her sister, though. Luke would have to act like an adult and behave until it was the appropriate time for them to leave.

She stood up and finger combed her messy hair. She cringed at what she thought she must look like now. First from crying and then from being with Luke. And she needed to put her shoes back on. She hoped Rocco still had them.

Luke stood and grabbed Abbey’s evening bag, handing it to her. “I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. You’re beautiful, princess.” He kissed her lightly on lips, forehead, and the corner of each eye. He made her feel like a princess, he always had.

“Good thing Angel gave us all a makeup touch up bag,” she said as Luke led them out of the room into the hallway. Rocco and the rest of Luke’s security detail were waiting a few feet away near the leather couches against the wall across from the restrooms.

She and Luke must have been overheard as a few wedding guests and restaurant patrons were milling around with curious expressions on their faces. Abbey felt herself blush as she and Luke walked over to Rocco. He handed Luke her shoes and winked.

Abbey went to take them from him, but he shook his head, indicating she should sit. She plopped down on one of the couches and he kneeled down in front of her. He made a show of putting her shoes on for her. To add insult to injury, she could hear a few people clicking photos as he hammed it up. Goofball.

Abbey got up and walked toward the ladies restroom door with Luke hot on her heels. “Luke, just give me a minute to freshen up, and we’ll rejoin everyone, all right?”

“Fine.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Then when you say the time is right, we go back to my hotel room and I get to fuck you,” he whispered.

Abbey’s body warmed and hummed with anticipation. She could hardly wait.