Maggie's Five ...the first in a LOVE story (21 page)

He shifts our
hold so my legs fall to his sides, his hips flexing between my legs
creating a heady friction. He presses his lips to the sensitive
spot just under my ear and groans when I lean into him, kissing me
again and again. I tangle my fingers in his hair, encouraging him
for more as goose bumps flood my heating flesh.

“
Jesus Maggie.”

Our chests are
keeping pace when Luke attacks my mouth, kissing me like no other
man has ever kissed me before. It’s all desperate tongues and teeth
and hands everywhere. Hips grinding, clothing shifting, bare flesh
touching and it’s beautiful and honest and wonderful.

Gasping, I turn
my face from his as disgust starts raising its ugly head. He has to
know the truth about me. “Luke-”

He freezes and
pulls back. “I’m sorry Maggie, I didn’t mean-” Poor guy, I keep
doing this to him.

“
Luke,” I repeat, covering his swollen mouth with my hand and
squeezing my thighs, “I have to tell you something.” My eyes drop
to my chest, digesting my words “I… I slept with… but…” But what?
“I never said ‘no’ Luke. All the times we…” My words lose voice. I
don’t know how to tell him that I had cheap, angry sex more times
than I can actually be sure of.

“
Maggie stop. I told you, after I lost Sophie.” He lifts my
chin to study my face. If I only knew what he was looking
for.

“
After she died, I went a little crazy. I’ve lost count with
the number of women. I’m not proud of it and I can’t change it. But
you have to know. You can see it, feel it, can’t you
Maggie?”

My brows cross
in confusion. What can’t I see?

“
Maggie, I’m-” Luke cuts off abruptly, then after a moment’s
pause, tries to untangle our limbs. So I tighten mine.

“
What, Luke. Tell me what I’m missing here.”

He turns away
and tries harder to leave.

“
God,
you’re leaving me.”

My body goes
limp at the realisation, untangling our limbs to give him the
release he wants. I’m not enough. After what I just told him, how
could I be?

“
What? No Maggie.
Christ
no.” His eyes bore into mine,
tasting his words before he gives them voice. “I’ve fallen in love
with you.”

His face pales,
blue eyes widening, seconds before he dives for me, gripping on
tight and pressing his face into my neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to tell you so soon. I know it’s too much, I’m too much. I’m sorry
baby. Just please, don’t ask me to leave.”

Don’t ask
him
to leave?

I wrap my arms
around him and tuck my chin in, his hair soft against my face. “I
don’t want you to leave.” Ever. “That’s the problem.”

When I was with
Red, every time we touched it was out of anger. I was so angry…
with myself for not being able to do more to take care of my
family, angry at my family for leaving; at Brendan for not
protecting our children, for letting them die. Angry at the driver
of the four wheel drive that ruined me.

I’ve been
saturated with guilt for being so frivolous with my body after only
being sexually active with my husband, giving in so freely and so
soon after his death. My sober memories would tear me to shreds
every single time I craved for more; more of the absence, more of
the numb. More of the abuse.

But with Luke,
everything’s different. There’s no guilt in my heart. There is
sorrow - there will always be sadness when it comes to my loss, but
with Luke I have no agenda filled with revenge or anger. I’m not
looking to replace my husband or children. I’m looking for
home.

“
What
is the problem Maggie?”

“
I
don’t know how to survive you, Luke. If you left. I don’t know how
to do
‘after
you’
.”

“
Baby.” Luke’s warm breath feathering over my skin sets me on
fire. I don’t know who moves first and I can’t say that I care,
because when our lips touch, my entire body comes to
life.

Luke’s
everywhere and I can’t feel enough of him. My thighs squeeze him
tight while my back’s pressed to the floor. His strong muscles
contract over my softer ones, his hips pressing, rubbing his hard
length against me.

Our breaths
labouring, he releases my mouth and darts his eyes around the room.
“Hold on to me, baby.”

Luke doesn’t
give me time to grip his neck properly before he’s lifting me off
the floor, still nipping and kissing at my jaw and lips, heading to
our room. He pauses in the hall to take a much required snog break
where we get distracted by grinding hips and groping
hands.

Lowering my feet
to the floor, Luke hurriedly tugs at my top, tangling it on my arm
while trying to pull it over my head and drops it to one side. My
work is much smoother - all I do is lift the hem of his shirt and
he’s ripping it over his head and sending it sailing through the
air. His mouth instantly lowers to my neck, biting kisses down to
my breasts through the fabric of my bra. He’s working me up to a
sensational frenzy with his mouth. I can only imagine what he’s
capable of doing with the rest of his body.

“
Maggie, if you need to stop, tell me now, because much more
of this and I’m going to be done, baby.”

“
God,
don’t you dare stop,” I beg. Yes I’m shameless, I’m begging,
rubbing my hands over his shoulders, down his stomach to his groin,
pressing harder over his thick erection.

Taking hold of
the waistband of his jeans, I tickle my fingers inside the denim,
teasing before popping the button, then grabbing hold of the
separated sections and wrenching them apart. Luke’s abs hollow out,
and his jaw clenches, hissing when I take him into my
hand.

God I want him
in my mouth.

I slide down his
body until I’m on my knees and inching his tight boxer briefs to
the floor.

He’s
magnificent, hard and big and wonderfully strong. I lick his length
and love the way his knees buckle when I take his tip into my
mouth, lapping at the smooth skin before drawing him in
deeper.

“
Fuck
Maggie.” His hand slaps against the wall while the other tangles in
my hair, encouraging a rhythm and pace that works for him. I let
him, but I don’t need much encouragement. The feel of him, hard and
soft, and the way he smells is more than enough of a motivator to
get him where he needs to go.

Growling, Luke
stumbles back a step. “Baby, if you don’t stop doing that,” he
stutters, “I’m gonna explode in your mouth.” He grins
mischievously. “Your turn.”

He picks me up
and all but throws me to the floor. He has my pants off in seconds.
Slowing, he rests his chin over my belly button and lightly rubs
his stubbled chin; firstly down to the top of my panty covered
houchie, then up over my abdomen to between my breasts, where he
takes one nipple into his mouth, nipping gently, then moves to the
other, sucking a bite over my already erect nipple.

“
Hmm…
where to start?” Luke lays his body over mine, flexing his hips so
his cock rubs against my hip, and starts kissing his way along my
jaw to my ear. “Where do you want me, Maggie Mae?” he whispers,
turning me to putty. At this point I’ll have him anywhere – hell,
everywhere.

I tilt my
pelvis, enticing his attention south. He chuckles and lifts himself
out of my reach. “That’s definitely next baby, but what’s first?
This?” he asks, unhooking my bra to free my heavy breasts, “God,
you’re perfect, Maggie,” he murmurs around the fuller outside of my
chest, taking his time before licking his way to the centre then
across to the other, “Or do you want me here?” Sucking in my
nipple, he massages it with his tongue until I’m squirming. I’m
bending my knee so I can dig my heel into the floor, so I can to
rub out some of the building pressure.

“
Or
maybe you have somewhere else in mind?” He kisses up to my lips,
strokes his tongue in my mouth in one frustratingly slow movement,
then he does it again. He groans, and decides kissing desperately
is a much better idea. I think it is, too and kiss him back just as
frantically, hovering with his lips tracing mine when we need to
catch our breath.

With a subtle
shake of his head, Luke presses the softest, sweetest kiss to my
mouth, putting all his love for me out on display. It does me
in.

I grab his hair
and kiss him. I’m rubbing my swollen nib over this thigh; he’s
flexing into me, his cock hardening even more against
me.

“
Fuck,” he growls, diving down my body, ripping my panties out
of the way to bury his face between my legs. Lapping at my folds,
he coaxes my legs apart to expose me to him. “You’re perfect,” he
groans, pressing his flattened tongue on my clit to send me leaping
off the floor.

Holy Freaking
Hell he knows how to use his mouth.

Opening me
wider, Luke licks and sucks me higher and higher, causing my toes
to curl with the building tension. I’m blindly clutching at the
floorboards desperate for purchase, when I feel a finger slide
inside, rubbing me internally. The sensations makes me waver when a
second enters, searching for that perfect spot.

Whimpering, my
fingers knot in Luke’s hair, pulling and pushing at his head, then
hold him firmly in place when my climax reaches its peak. Grinding
my hips forcefully I come mind-blowingly hard over his face. And
It’s Glorious.

Before I’m
completely down from my high, Luke is rolling us so I’m straddling
him between my thighs and situated above his cock. “Ready baby?” he
asks, then stops cold.

“
Fuck… shit. Babe, I don’t have… ahhrr-” He’s clenching his
jaw for control. I don’t want control; I want him inside of
me.

I rub my wetness
over the tip of his cock. There’s not a hope in the whole of hell
we’re stopping. I rotate my arm to indicate to my bicep and the
little piece of magic secured under my skin. “It’s good… we’re…
shhiit just let me-”

Slapping his
hand out of the way, I take Luke’s hard length and direct it into
my opening.

His hands
resting on my hips, I look to him for approval, then lower myself
around him, slowly at first until I can’t stand it any longer,
pressing down and squeezing, taking him in as deeply as he can
go.

“
Fuuck.”
I don’t know which one of us cries it out, but
it’s all that I can think. I begin riding him until I can’t process
anything other than the friction we’re creating
together.

Luke’s fingers
grip tighter to help me move faster, pulling me closer as he
approaches his high, rubbing us both to core-clenching orgasmic
bliss.

I collapse over
his sweaty chest, his arms folding around my spent limp body. “If I
knew it was going to be that fucking good,” he puffs, “I would have
told you that I loved you a hell of a long time ago.”

“
You
should have.”

LUKE’S QUIET
VOICE rouses me from my sated happy place.

“
Baby, please don’t fall asleep, this floor is killing my back
and I don’t think I have the energy to lift you right
now.”

We’ve been lying
in a tangled heap, cuddling, caressing, stealing more kisses for
what feels like five years but could as easily been five minutes.
Now that I’ve had a taste of Luke, I don’t think I’m ever going to
get enough of him.

I lift my heavy
head off his chest and take in the tattoo he has inked over his
ribs. I’ve seen it many times, but have always been too shy to take
a closer look. I trace my finger over the letters, squinting my
eyes as I try to decipher the meaning behind the two words written
as one in basic black script.

Shaking my head
I look up questioningly.
“beinspired?”

“
Be
inspired, Maggie Mae,” he says like the meaning’s obvious, running
his fingers through my hair and tracing my lips with some of the
long lengths.

“
To
do what?”

He gently rubs
at the crease between my brows before answering.

“
Everything - Live, breathe, survive. Love.” He smiles at his
last word, brilliant eyes sparkling.

“
I
like it.” I smile in return.

“
I
like you.”

five

Chapter 14

LUKE’S BEEN BANGING around upstairs
for the past twenty minutes. Actually he’s been acting strangely
all morning, after we managed to get out of bed… and out of the
shower… then had to get back in.

What? We were
trying to conserve water.

And there just
may be a need to conserve water again tomorrow morning… all in the
name of caring for the environment, of course.

After all of
that, he then started acting weirdly. Luke went for a run – okay,
that’s normal. Then he started wandering around the house like he
was looking for something. That’s the odd part - all the silent
wandering and smiling to himself. Silent wandering and smiling and
kissing me all the time. Like all the time, all the time. I know,
what a weirdo. Except for the kissing. That part’s kinda
nice.