Chapter 5

5

JUNE

S lowly, I open my eyes. I do not remember my bed ever being this hard before. A bare chest greets my eyes. A hand rubs up and down my back, causing goose bumps to form on my skin. I feel at peace. Bits from the end of last night come back to me.

I'd demanded that Luka and I continue the night, but once my dad got there to pick my mom up, he wasn't letting me go home with him. So I dragged Luka home with me. Then, after everyone went to bed, I snuck into the guest room and cuddle-attacked him.

"If you want, I will roll over and close my eyes so that you can flee the house."

"Not going anywhere." His hold on me tightens. I'm freaking wrapped around him like a koala bear. A knock sounds at the door.

"Come in," Luka responds.

"Wait!" I try to pull the blanket over me. I'm not naked or anything, but still. The door opens to reveal my mom. She's got a tray with her.

"Morning," Mom chirps as she comes into the room. You'd never know, given how put-together she is, that she'd been out taking shots with us last night. Before pulling the curtains back, she sets the tray down on the table next to the chair by the bay window. "We've got a wedding today." She beams. "Maybe we'll have another one soon."

"Mom!" I hiss. "You're supposed to be hitting him with a newspaper, making him run from the house. Not encouraging him."

"Why would I do such a thing? I want grandbabies."

"Oh my God." I groan, but thankfully I find the blanket to pull over my head and hide. Luka silently laughs, his whole body shaking. At least someone finds this funny.

"Your dad tended to the horses, so don't worry about it."

"Thanks," I mumble from under the blanket.

"Hair and nails," she reminds me before I hear the bedroom door click closed. Luka flips the blanket back. He rolls, pinning me under him. My legs wrap around him like it's the most natural thing in the world as he kisses me.

His cock presses against my sex, making me gasp. "Are you sober now?" I nod my head wondering what he might do.

"Good, because I'm going to do what I've been thinking about since I laid my eyes on you." I don't get a chance to ask anything else. Luka slips down my body. His fingers grab the top of my shorts, and he pulls them along with my panties down my legs before tossing them away.

"Luka?" I whisper.

"Been dying to taste you," he says before his mouth descends onto me.

His tongue slips between the folds of my sex. He groans at my taste as he eagerly seeks more. He licks and sucks at me like a starved man. It is all so intense and fast. The orgasm hits me hard as he hungrily eats at me.

I try to be quiet, but I'm not sure if I manage to. At this moment, I don't care. I let the pleasure wash over me, soaking it all in. My body jerks and shakes at the overwhelming sensations. Never in a million years did I believe it could feel like this.

"Luka." My whole body jerks when he takes a long lick of me. I peek down at him through my lashes to see that I've got a handful of his hair in my hand. I let go. I don't even recall grabbing him.

"You taste incredible." He moves back up my body.

"I can't believe we did that." That shyness I'm not used to tries to take over.

"We're going to do more than that." He brushes his mouth against mine. "But I need you to leave this room before we do it all right now."

"What if?—"

"I'm not rushing the next part. Getting a taste of your pussy might be able to help keep me off you for the rest of the day, but there's no guarantees after that."

"Might?" I smirk.

"Kitten," he growls. "Get the hell out of my room."

I might be offended if he didn't look like he was fighting every bit of his control.

"You have to get off me first." A small laugh bubbles free.

Before rolling off me, Luka presses one more kiss on my lips. He watches as I snag my shorts off the floor and quickly put them on before I flee the room back to my own.

The rest of the day flies by. All I can think about is everything that's happened between Luka and me. Thankfully, we're all so busy that Paisley and my mom don't get a chance to grill me about what is going on between Luka and me. I'm not sure I can give them an answer.

This could all be fun. A summer fling, or whatever. But I hope it's more. I want that so badly. Luka isn't like other men I've met. He does not play any games. He is direct.

A few days ago, I was worried that Luka regretted our kiss because, while he always seemed to be around, until the bar last night, he never made a move to kiss me again. After this morning, he's made it very clear that he wants me. The question is for how long?

All through the wedding, I keep thinking about what it would be like to have a wedding of my own. I know I can be a little rough around the edges, but I want the fairy tale too. Hell, I want the complete package, including a family of two to five children and my own farm. I actually think I'd want a whole lot more than two or three kiddos.

Luka is making me fantasize more about that. The only problem with it is that I don't believe he is the kind of man who would live on a farm. It might be okay in the beginning, but I believe the novelty of it would wear off. I think he's already growing bored of this town.

My eyes search around the beautiful tent that is set up outside. Dozens of tables topped with flowers are scattered around the whole room with a dance floor in the center. There are twinkling lights strung across every inch of it. Mom really did an incredible job. There are even chandeliers hanging, covered in jewels. She pulled together a wedding for a princess.

I try to find Luka but keep coming up empty. Every time our paths crossed today, he gave me a heated stare that was filled with promise. Now that the wedding is over, he has no reason to stay in Cottonwood. I wonder how much time we might have left together. The thought has me second-guessing everything.

Could I continue with Luka, knowing this will likely come to an end? I'm not sure my heart could take it. I already think I'm a little bit in love with him.