Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(160)

Yay! My mind screamed.

There it was. Proof positive. Luke was The Best Guy Ever.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

Then I went back to focusing on my target and while I did this Luke watched. It wasn’t embarrassing, it was sexy and it was hot. After awhile, it was so sexy and hot, I arched back, ready to let it happen, but he pulled me forward again.

“I want you looking at me,” he demanded, voice now hoarse.

I tried to look at him but my eyes were half-mast, I was deep in a hot-sex fog and I couldn’t focus.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m gonna come just watching you.”

I smiled, leaned forward, thinking to kiss him but instead I gasped his name just as I cl**axed, hard, my mouth against his.

I wasn’t even close to finishing before he flipped me to my back. My arms wrapped around him as he lifted my h*ps and slammed into me, over and over again, prolonging my orgasm and once the first one was done, another one rolled in right after it. Luckily, the second one coincided with Luke’s.

It was heaven.

In the end, my manipulate a macho man plan only half worked.

I won on the Family Meeting, lost on the Range Rover and tied on the living arrangements.

I could live with that.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Two Kinds of Women

In the middle of the night I woke up, limbs tangled with Luke’s in Nighttime Alpha Position.

I pressed into him, he fell to his back, I rolled over him and he came with me.

I settled on his other side, assuming Nighttime Beta Position, hooking my thigh around his hip.

His arms came around me. “Babe,” he muttered, voice sexy-husky-drowsy.

“No pain tonight?” I whispered.

His arms got tight. “Not anymore.”

I cuddled closer to his warm, hard body then I fell back to sleep.

* * * * *

Wake up call number one:

Luke, sliding the covers down my back while saying softly, “Ava Babe.”

“Sleepy,” I replied as I snagged his pillow and hugged it to my body.

I heard a chuckle, my torso was pulled up, I kept hold of the pillow at my chest as I was twisted and the pillow and I hit something solid. I burrowed my face into Luke’s neck as I wrapped my arms around him (and the pillow) and I mumbled, “Kiss me quick so I can go back to sleep.”

I didn’t really want him to kiss me quickly but I did want to go back to sleep.

The pillow was tugged, it slid out from between us, my br**sts hit bare chest and my eyes opened.

“I don’t want to just kiss you, beautiful, I wanna f**k you,” Luke said.

I lifted my head to see Luke, fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around his hips, cheeks cleanly shaven and droplets of moisture still on his shoulders. As if possessed by Bad Ava (and I probably was), I leaned forward and licked a drop off his collarbone.

Then Luke demonstrated the undeniable fact that days of hunting intermixed with fighting with me, lots of sex, parking lot fisticuffs and not much sleep had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever. It was so energetic we ended up on the floor having rolled there after a short wrestling match over who would get to put their mouth (me) or their fingers and mouth (Luke) where (I lost).

After, he moved us to the bed, me on top, one of his arms locked around me, the other hand drawing patterns on the small of my back. He had a knee lifted and I was part straddling, part wrapped around his thigh, my nose pressed into the space between his ear and jaw.

Then Sissy’s idea from yesterday popped into my head.

“Luke?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you keep handcuffs on you all the time?”

“No.”

“Most of the time?”

“Depends. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

The arm locked tighter and the hand stopped drawing and cupped my ass.

“Why?” he pressed.

I lifted up on my elbow and looked at him, feeling weirdly shy even though I was sprawled on top of him na**d after having energetic, part wrestling sex. “How would you feel about being, um… cuffed to the bed and erm… letting me have my way with you?”

He half-grinned and I thought he liked the idea and it made my very sensitive, post-orgasm, special girl parts tingle.

“I like to be the one in control, babe.”

My eyes narrowed, I dropped down and started to roll but he foiled my escape plan and came with me. This meant both his arms went around me holding me to him and his thigh was pressed deep between my legs.

His hand fisted in my hair and tugged it back gently so I would look at him.

His face was not amused, it was soft. “I might not like that particular idea Ava, but I do like that you’re up for adventure.”

“I’ve just decided it’s missionary position until the end of time,” I retorted.

That’s when he face got amused. “Bullshit,” he murmured.

He was right, it was bullshit.

Still.

“Are we gonna fight over how we have sex?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I replied, sounding bitchy.

“So now that we don’t have anything to fight about, you’re inventing things?”

“I’m not inventing things! You’re not being fair. How come you get to cuff me to the bed and I don’t get to do the same to you?”