Love In Between(61)

Luke climbed off of me, and we both got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for some coffee. As he poured some in our cups, I checked my phone and saw a text message from Giselle.

“Lunch, 1:00 p.m. at The Southside Grill. You have no choice, and don’t be late; it’s important.”

I read her text with a twisted a face, wondering what the hell was going on, and what could be so important.

“I’ll be there at 1:00 p.m. sharp!” I replied back.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just got this weird text from Giselle,” I said as I handed him my phone.

“Hmm, I’m sure it’s nothing serious. She’s probably having a bad hair day.”

I rolled my eyes as Luke looked over at his beeping phone.

“It looks like I’ll be upstairs, fixing Mrs. Blake’s garbage disposal again while you’re at lunch with the girls.”

“That’s the third time this month. I swear she does it on purpose just to get you up to her apartment.”

Luke held up his coffee cup and smiled. “Maybe she does; the women in this building can’t seem to resist me.”

“Very funny,” I said as I gave him a dirty look, and I got up from my chair.

He extended his arm, grabbed my waist, and pulled me onto his lap. He made me straddle him on the chair so we were face to face. He pushed the strands of my hair behind my ears, and he kissed me on the lips.

“You know how much I love you, babe. It’s only you; it will always be you, and you better never forget that,” he said as his deep brown eyes stared into mine.

“I know, and I love you too. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts, and I get scared.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Lily. You know my feelings for you, and I know your feelings for me,” he said as he lifted my nightshirt over my head.

I bit my bottom lip and smiled as I felt his erection underneath me. He leaned his head slightly forward and took my nipple between his teeth while looking up at me, making sure I was watching him. He wrapped his lips around my breast, tenderly sucking and circling his tongue around my nipple, making it harder than it already was.

“I only want these beautiful breasts in my face.” He smiled as he reached down and dipped one finger inside of me, lifting me up. “And I only want my fingers inside you.”

I let out a hiss and tilted my head back, as he found my G-spot and started moving his finger back and forth. I moaned with desire as a warm flushing sensation resonated throughout my body, and I released myself on him.

As Luke looked at me and smiled, he whispered, “And I only want your come all over me.”

He had me so hot, I could barely stand it. After removing his finger, he scooted me back a bit and pulled his hard cock from his boxers. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me forward and gently set me on him. I slowly pushed myself down as I cupped his face in my hands and we stared into each other’s eyes.

“And last, I only want to be inside of you.”

Once he was fully inside me, he lifted my hips slightly as I moved back and forth. He made sure to keep a tight grip on my hips as he started to swell inside me. As I felt the warmth of him shoot through me, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly on him as he finished himself off, pouring every last drop of pleasure inside of me.

He gazed into my eyes and placed his hands on my face. “Do you understand?

I nodded my head and spoke softly. “Yes.”

Luke pulled me into an embrace as he whispered in my ear, “You better.”

***

As I walked into the restaurant, I saw Gretchen and Giselle sitting over at a table in the corner. I made my way through the restaurant and joined them.

“You’re exactly five minutes late,” Giselle said as she looked at her watch.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t find a place to park. This joint is busy.”

A waitress with long black hair walked over to the table and set a glass of red wine down in front of me.

“I took the liberty of ordering your drink,” Gretchen said.

“Thank you. Do you want to tell me what’s going on? You sort of have me freaked out.”

“I’m pregnant,” Giselle blurted out as I was in the middle of taking a sip of wine.

I spit out my wine all over the table and started choking. “What?! Did you just say you were pregnant?”

I must have said it too loudly because a few heads turned and looked in our direction. Gretchen took her napkin and started wiping the spilled wine from the table.

“Yes, Lily, you heard right; she’s pregnant.”

“Who’s the baby’s daddy?” I asked.

Giselle looked at me. “You don’t have to say it like that, and the father is Lucky.”

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed as a few heads turned once more.

“Will you please keep it down,” Giselle whispered.

“How far along are you?” I asked quietly.

“About six weeks.”

“How do you feel about this?”

“I’m not sure.”

I looked at Gretchen, and she was looking down at the table.

“Have you told, Lucky, yet?”

“No, not yet, and I don’t know how to.”

“How did this happen? I thought you were on birth control?”