28. Luke

TWENTY-EIGHT

Luke

H ome sweet home.

At. Last.

The moment we crossed the threshold, I took Asher into my arms.

“This is a safe space,” I said.

With me, he could vent anything he wanted. I wanted to be his rock, his one-man support network if he chose to use me.

“Luke…” His warm breath tickled the top of my head.

“I mean it. I’m here for you.”

Everything felt renewed. Yes, there were so many unanswered questions, a slew of revelations. But we’d been handed a slightly better sense of the situation, and the big Finn secret was bathed in light.

“Thanks,” Asher said, parking his delicious backside on the sofa.

I couldn’t stand his defeated posture. “Do you want a drink?”

“Please.”

“Mojito? I have the ingredients.”

His eyes lit up. “Sounds like heaven.”

I got to work, thrilled at flexing my skills again. Asher joined me, watching every pour, every shake, every flick of the wrist.

“You’re amazing,” he purred.

My cock tingled. “Thanks.”

He enjoyed the taste even more. “Incredible. Cheers.” We clinked glasses.

“How are you doing?” I asked him.

He took another sip. “Confused. Gutted. All the bad shit.”

“I’m so sorry about your queen.”

He brightened slightly. “I’m mega happy to be back here with you.” Sadness quickly tainted his handsome features. “I really am sorry, Luke.”

“You don’t need to be.”

He put his glass down. “But I lied and I wanna make it up to you.”

My God, this really tore him up. He even winced, as if it sliced and diced his insides.

I shook my head, taking a hearty swig of my cocktail. “Seth played his game and misfired. You were put in a crappy position. I have no reason to be mad at you. At myself, for sure. But I’m using it to fight. Ember can probe every memory box she wants. She won’t break me.”

Is that what she meant by having enough? Well, good luck to her.

Get ready for plenty of egg on your face!

Asher picked up his glass. “You’ve got a pressie or twenty coming your way.”

“No need.”

He came closer, his free hand finding my left bicep. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. But you do the talking. I’m here to listen. You’ve been hit with a ton of bricks.”

“So have you.”

“Yes, but it’s always about me. No more spotlight, please. I’ll get a reputation for being the main character.”

“You are, though.”

Cheeky. “Feel free to shove me to the sidelines.”

He snorted, moving his hand to my shoulder. “How about we leave everything outside and distract ourselves with fun? Unless you wanna go over stuff? I don’t mind.”

“The best idea ever.” We’d have days of this ahead of us. Why not take respite by the horns?

“What sort of fun do you have in mind?” My cock throbbed in anticipation.

He licked his lips, the action sending heat up my neck. “Anything. Watch a movie. Listen to music. Drink a bit more.”

All great ideas.

I sipped more of my drink, throwing up walls against probing sadness. “A movie would be great. Something lighthearted.”

“Deal.”

We showered and changed into comfortable clothes. Asher fetched some salt and vinegar crisps from the cupboard for himself, and a bumper-sized pack of strawberry creams for me.

He lit some candles to set the mood while I gathered my big blanket with the autumn leaf design. Finn gave it to me in celebration of my twenty-second birthday—four years ago on September twenty-second. A milestone birthday in his eyes on account of the day and my age matching. Also, with it being the first day of autumn, I needed the blanket to symbolize the occasion.

Finn logic.

I missed it so damn much.

As I snuggled under the blanket, the super soft material always smelling of pumpkin spice, guilt gnawed away. I was its juiciest meal. Again.

Why did I get to experience this moment of happiness with Asher while my poor brother suffered in the terror house?

You nasty disappointment…

God. Imagine the reaction of my parents if they discovered this latest nugget.

I grabbed my glass, knocking back the rest of my cocktail.

“You alright?” Asher asked, settling beside me.

“Ah. Yes.” I giggled to hide my anguish.

“Nice blanket.” He pulled it over his lap. “Cuddle?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, sliding up to him. He put his arm around me, my head using his shoulder as a pillow.

Bliss. “Okay. Movie.”

Fuck off, guilt. Find another soul to snack on.

We chose Notting Hill , getting ourselves cozy in the candlelight.

So warm. So at ease in the security of this lighthouse, a hot man holding me close.

You don’t deserve this…

This movie didn’t cut it. More distraction was required. Something to consume me, to take me to nirvana.

I sat up, fixing Asher with a smoldering gaze. At least, I hoped it said smolder and not awkward.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, licking traces of mojito off his lips.

Smolder, smolder.

He removed the blanket.

I turned myself to face him fully, my cock a tentpole in my blue trackies.

He noticed, feral fire raging in his molten amber gaze. Once again, he licked his lips, releasing a deep yet gentle moan.

I placed my hand on his thigh, copping an eyeful of the bulge in his shorts. Ready for me, to pound any misery into the ether for a little while.

A delicious tingle vibrated across my skin. I removed my jumper, exposing my upper half to him.

Wow. I felt so vulnerable yet incredibly sexy. We’d already fucked at the gargoyle tower. Despite that, nervous breaths still shivered past my lips, my skin alive with goosebumps and yearning. Even my nipples stood to attention.

Asher’s eyes drank me in. He licked those plump, delectable lips.

“Show me yours,” I commanded, my tone dripping with desire.

He removed his vest, showing off those incredible abs you could do laundry on. His chest was so firm, sculpted by an expert in wet dreams.

Asher got to his feet, facing me with feral lust. His chest was rising and falling, wicked glints in his eyes.

“Your turn,” he purred.

Fervent heat raced from the tips of my toes to my crown. I fingered the band of my pajama bottoms, the cotton a flimsy barrier between our flesh.

He watched, sliding a hand down his chest. “Yeah…”

Slowly, I stripped. My cock sprang free, pointing at him like a compass needle to magnetic north.

He winked at it. “Nice to see you again.”

I giggled, completely naked and at his mercy. More than ready for his touch.

“I love it,” he said, removing his shorts.

His huge, incredible cock throbbed, undoing any final traces of my inhibitions. I moved forward, dropped to my knees and shuffled closer, my appetite whet.

“What you doing down there?” Asher’s eyes were bright, the amber super vivid.

“Having a taste. Is that okay?”

“Go for it.”

Yum.

Wetting my lips, I kissed the tip of his hardness and reveled in his heightened breaths, the deep moans each kiss drew from him.

I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, my fingers finding his balls. Gently, I tickled them, my own tingling in response.

God, we’d only just begun, and I was already close to bursting all over my living room floor.

Not. Yet.

No diving into the scrummy lake yet.

A difficult prospect with his cock brushing against my chin, my tongue exploring every inch.

I needed it inside me.

My fingers still on his balls, I took him in my mouth. His girth choked me slightly, making my eyes water.

He stroked my hair. “You alright?”

I moaned a yes, rolling my shoulders. I adjusted my position to get a better angle.

“Luke…”

Slowly and surely, I rocked my head back and forth. His tip hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex okay. It welcomed the probing.

I adjusted myself again, both hands cupping the perfection of his arse and held on tightly as I upped my speed.

“Luke…” he rumbled, his fingers pressing into my scalp.

Precum oozed from him, salty sweetness trickling down my throat. I picked up my pace, the gargoyle a perfect fit now, my mouth a pocket built for him.

My lips clamped around him, my tongue dancing in circles.

“Yeah… Oh, yeah…”

My right hand went to my cock. I stroked it as hard as I worked him, commanded by wires of lust.

I moaned around him, almost there. Held on, waiting for him.

I wanted him to go first.

An exercise in futility. I wouldn’t even make it to the minute mark.

“I’m gonna…”

Yes! The words I’d been waiting for.

“I’m gonna…” He released a roar, bunching my hair into his fists.

As his hot cum gushed down my throat, mine exploded over my hand. My eyes rolled back, catching me off guard. I pulled back, needing to release a cry of pleasure. His cock popped out of my mouth, still going, decorating my face.

I closed my eyes, giggling.

He snorted, still holding my head, his mammoth load relentless.

Wow.

Asher’s cum slithered down my face. I welcomed it into my mouth, lapping it greedily.

He panted, stroking my hair. “You look like you’ve had a fight with wallpaper paste.”

Good. “Put it back in.”

“What?”

“Put your dick back in,” I ordered.

“Naughty human.”

I wore the badge with pride, craving more of his blessed gargoyle hardness in my mouth.

“Messy,” he said.

I released him after getting my extra taste. “Could I get a tissue please? I’d like to open my eyes again.”

He laughed, moving away for a moment, returning to help with the cleaning. He used water, lovingly washing away his sticky mark, and mine.

Marked me on the neck, the heart, and now my face.

“There you go, Lukey.”

My eyes fluttered open, greeting his cock, then his face. He beamed at me, shimmering with seductive energy.

“All good?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He sat down on the sofa, spreading his legs. He curled his fingers around his shaft, his gaze pinning me.

“What—”

“Climb on,” he commanded. “I wanna see you bounce.”

He didn’t need to order me twice.