Luke's Absolution (The Colloway Brothers Book 3) (8 page)

K
eep her in your arms
. Keep her in your arms. KEEP HER IN YOUR ARMS.
Because if I don’t, I’m going to fucking throw picture boy over the banister to his untimely death three flights below. If not his death, at least a severe maiming…maybe even paralysis, if I’m lucky.

My woman safe in my arms?
Check
.

Holding myself back from hard prison time?
Barely…but
check
.

The look on Cooper Jensen’s face right now?
Priceless.

“You can go.” If my voice could physically spit nails, Jensen would be full of two tons of unforgiving lead.

I step back, dragging a now flailing and protesting Addy in my arms with me. One touch and I’m already stone hard and I don’t care to hide it, so I press her more firmly against me to show her exactly what her squirming is doing to me. That shuts her right the hell up.

“Uh, is everything okay here?” Camera man asks tentatively, his gaze moving back and forth between Addy and me, concern pinching his brows together.

“Lover’s spat,” I answer before slamming the door in his face.

See…this is the difference between me and photo guy. I would have broken down any fucking door to get to the spitfire now in my arms, but I know he’ll slink away like the douche he is. He is nowhere near man enough for Addy.

“You have officially gone insane!” she screeches so loud I’m quite sure my ears are bleeding.

I would let her go, only I know she’ll just run to the door and I swear if I see that loser’s face again it will never look the same. As it is, I’m fighting not to tie her to my bed so I can chase after his ass and run him off the road, making it look like an innocent mishap. I can visualize tomorrow’s headline in the
Chicago Tribune
: “Tragic Accident Claims Life of Rising Photographer.”

Boo-fucking-hoo.

Shaking my head to rid the murderous thoughts, I focus on the only thing that really matters.

Picking Addy up, I move to the kitchen where I can let her go and trap her in all the same. No way to get out except through me and that’s not happening. The instant I loosen my arms, I brace myself, and my harpy doesn’t disappoint.

Half a second later, I narrowly avoid the punch that she’s wickedly aimed squarely at my jaw. Grabbing her wrists in my hands, I yank her back into me and walk backward until she’s pressed against the wall, my stiff cock digging into her lower belly. Raising her trapped hands over her head, I lean down until my nose is only inches from hers.

“Are you happy with yourself?” she spits. Her eyes glow bright with anger and the threat of retribution, but fuck me, I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my entire fucking life than I am right now.

“Very,” I grate. I take slow, measured breaths, trying to calm the raging storm that’s fighting to be unleashed. I need to kill or I need to fuck. I’m not sure I’ll be able to control the inferno boiling inside me if I don’t do one of those within the next two minutes.

And I certainly don’t plan on killing. I don’t need another body count added to the tally.

“You ruined a perfectly good date!”

“I don’t want you going out with him.”

Her chest heaves. Christ, she’s always beautiful, and when she’s all fired up she’s simply spellbinding. “Well, tough shit! I want a bulldog, a pair of Louboutins, and a man who will put me first for once. We don’t all get what we want, do we?”

I tuck all that information she just unknowingly gave me away. If I push her enough, she gives me exactly what I want whether she knows it or not. Every morsel I learn about her will help me in my cause to win her.

Addy has become the center of my world for longer than she realizes, longer than I care to admit, and she’d better believe she’ll get every fucking thing she wants and then some.

I don’t know what the hell a Louboutin is, but I’ll find out.

And a dog? Sounds easy enough. I like animals.

As for being first? She’s the
only
. I think back to her snide comment at the wedding about unrequited love and being the subject matter expert. She thinks I’m still in love with Livia. She couldn’t be more wrong. I wasn’t lying when I said Addy has eclipsed all thoughts of the woman I’ve been trying to get over and this week, barely seeing her? It’s never been more excruciatingly clear.

The pieces that make up Addy Monroe are starting to come together. Slowly but surely. Her love has gone unreciprocated. Just like mine. She’s scared to try again. At least, I’m not in that damn boat alone because the devil himself knows we’ll both need to bail the rising waters cooling our ankles at times.

“He’s not the man for you,” I tell her, lowering my voice yet not loosening my hold one iota. I’m no fool.

Exhibit A: Hands tightly secured.

Exhibit B: Body’s pinned nice and snug between me and the wall so I don’t end up sterile.

“Oh? And you are?” she mocks.

“Not even close, fireball. But that’s not going to stop me from having you anyway.”

Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth but decides against whatever clever retort she was about to vomit. We’re locked in a battle of wills. Her hazel eyes, which are rimmed with a thin ring of blue around the outer edge, bewitch me, binding me to her completely. Permanently.

My fiery gaze roams over every inch of her face, relishing in the fact her lipstick is still intact. It’s the only reason her date is still breathing.

I want to gorge on her.

Brand her.

Claim her.

Fucking mark every inch of her flesh so everyone knows she’s taken.

I ache for her to yield her stubborn will to me and me alone.

I have never experienced these overpowering feelings for a woman before. The thought of another man’s hands or lips on her all night has turned me into some wild, uncontrolled animal. I’m not at all the man she needs, but I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me. I am never letting her go.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” I rasp, watching her full lips move. When her eyes close on a gasp, I realize I’m rocking my hips, pushing my hardened shaft into her. I bend my knees until I’m lined up with her core and thrust harder this time. A long moan, along with a plea to our lord and savior, falls from her parted lips.

“Luke, stop.” She’s breathless and not convincing in the least.

The need to reach under the hem of her dress, rip her panties to shreds, and fuck her where we stand is almost uncontrollable. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep from sinking into her hot pussy tonight, marking her as mine, mine, mine. Her body will only know my touch from now on.

“Stop what, fireball?” I run my nose along her cheek, nipping at her ear. Jesus fucking Christ, my entire body aches for hers. I feel like I’m burning alive.

“Looking like you want to eat me.”

Somewhere in the distance, I register the ring of a cell phone. Well, well, looks like Mr. Jensen wants to be sure little Red Riding Hood didn’t get
eaten
by the Big Bad Wolf.

She hasn’t.
Yet
.

But she will.

I let my lips graze her lobe as I declare my intent. “Oh baby, I don’t want to eat you. I want to
devour
you. Whole.”

The hitch in her breath tugs straight on my pulsing dick, causing him to twitch like mad. When I pull back, her hooded eyes are dilated in heady desire.

My stalwart control snaps.

I cannot go one more second without feeling her underneath my fingertips or my mouth. Securing her wrists with one hand, I slowly trail the other down the expanse of her bare arm, enjoying the shivers my touch produces.

I continue downward, letting my thumb graze the outside of her perfect tit before I dive lower to the place I desperately want to reach. At my first stroke on her bare thigh, the breath she expels washes over my neck, down the front of my tee. Grasping the lean meat, I start working my way back up, pushing the hem of her dress along with me. When I reach the golden treasure, I run my thumb along her drenched, panty-hidden seam and I almost come in my jeans.

“Fuck, fireball,” I groan. “You’re so damn wet for me already.”

“It’s…it’s not for you,” she pants.

I freeze, my eyes snapping to hers.
So she’s gonna play it like that, is she?
Challenge thrown, challenge fucking accepted, fireball.

“Is that so?” I rasp, my caress along the soaked silk becoming more insistent.

I briefly see the whites of her eyes before they once again lock on mine. Palpable desire flashes so fast I almost don’t see it before she hardens again in defiance. My fireball…she’s going to fight me tooth and nail through even the most intense pleasure I plan on heaping on her.

“That’s…so.”

My lips curl. Squeezing her wrists in warning before I release them, I reach behind her neck. Finding the zipper, I drag it down. She starts to lower her arms, but I reach up, firmly planting them back in place high on the wall.

“Don’t move, Addy,” I command, slow and deliberate, just daring her to defy me. My voice sounds like I just swallowed a load of gravel.

Her chest heaves as her body and mind no doubt war on whether to follow my demand. Her body wins, thank fuck.

Leaning down slightly, I grab the hem of her dress and drag it up over her head, her raised hands making for easy removal. I throw it in a ball on the counter beside me, leaving her before me in only heels that would look amazing by my ears, a strapless black bra that I want burned over a roaring fire, and a very wet silky black thong that has the thinnest of threads holding it on either side to her perfectly flared hips.

“Sweet Jesus, fireball.” Her stomach trembles as my finger traces the exposed, taut flesh along the top of her almost nonexistent panties. I count the moments until the rest of her is quivering beneath me. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I have ever laid eyes on.”

My cock is literally ramming on the door of his metal prison, pissed as fuck he’s still behind bars, but that’s where he’ll stay until I’m good and ready to release him.

Because once he’s out, he’ll ravage.

Nudging her legs apart further, I almost weep at her exquisite compliance. I know a certain throbbing part of my anatomy is weeping…big time.

Her shallow, choppy breaths are sweet music to my ears as I run my middle finger back over her cloth-covered lips, which could be wrung out now with her want.
For
me
. And I’ll get her to admit it, come hell or high water.

Pressing my fully clothed body against hers, I grab ahold of her wrists again and growl, “Admit you’re wet for
me
, Addy.”

“Never,” she breathes, fisting her stubbornness tightly. Her body may have bent to my will, but it will be harder to get her mind to follow suit.

I find her opening, pushing my fabric-covered finger due north. Her hips buck at the unexpected intrusion as her head falls back against the shitty-grey-painted Sheetrock.

“Luke, God.”

I let my thumb flutter over her pebbled clit. It’s so fucking hard already and I’ve barely laid a finger on her. I can envision it peeking out from under its protective hood, waiting for my mouth, my tongue.

Mine
. No one else’s.

I drive up further, wishing like hell she’d acquiesce so I can rip these fucking panties from her, drop to my knees, and eat my fill of what I’m sure will be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever put my lips on.

“Concede.”

“I won’t,” she pants.

But she will. She’s close. To both yielding and coming.

My thumb circles the most nerve-laden spot on her body faster, harder. She’s riding my hand like an expert equestrian. Fuck, I need her to submit. Now.

My fingers never losing their rhythm, I drop her wrists and fist her hair, pulling her lips to mine, groaning at the taste of her fire and tenacity. Her mouth opens willingly to the silent demand of my tongue and we begin the all too familiar clash for dominance that’s become our signature.

Deciding to change tactics, I let my damp finger slide underneath the drenched material and moan loudly at the first feel of her hot, smooth pussy which is wetter than I could possibly imagine. “Fuck, Addy. Fuck…this is for
me
,” I whisper against her now swollen lips. Sinking two fingers deep, she cries out and I croak, “Your body’s begging only for me. I want to feel you come around my fingers. Shudder under my mouth.”

I kiss her jaw, dragging my lips down her neck, over her exposed collarbone, tasting every inch of her I can as I leisurely pump my fingers in and out of her saturated channel, curling them just right. My pressure on her clit is light, not nearly enough to send her soaring.

“Give in to pleasure. Give in to
me
, baby. Admit you’re soaked for
me
.” I’m practically begging her to end our mutual torture when she finally fully submits.

“It’s for you,” she says on a light whisper. “You.”

Thank fucking Christ.

I waste no time withdrawing my fingers and ripping the flimsy material from her hips. Dropping to my knees, I spread her dripping lips and dive in head first. Low curses fall between licks of my new drug of choice. I’m an instant addict. Plunging two wet digits into her tight heat, my mouth latches on to her clit and sucks.