Skin Deep (17 page)

My left leg was lying stretched out along
Luke’s, and my right one was cocked up at an angle, my knee pressed
just under Luke’s. His chest was warm along the length of my leg,
and his head was a solid weight resting on my thigh, his breath
warming the bare flesh between my thighs since my shirt had ridden
up.

Oh, fuck! My eyes sprang open and I sat up,
my elbow ramming dangerously low on Luke’s abdomen as I tried to
untangle myself. Well, I hoped it was Luke’s stomach…ohmigod,
ohmigod, ohmigod. In the darkness, I felt arms come around me from
behind, pulling me back against a hard, warm chest and holding me
close again.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I heard Luke whisper in
my ear, his voice sleepy, making it even deeper than usual.

I could feel myself breathing heavily, headed
into panic mode. “Luke, there’s a head on my thigh by my…you know.
And my shirt…your shirt…is not covering me anymore. Ohmigod, who’s
laying on me, Luke?” My voice was rising and I started to struggle
against Luke’s chest so I could move away from the unknown male
between my thighs.

“Shhhh, baby. Its Jacks. Has to be because
Brandon went to bed not long after you fell asleep on us. I guess I
dozed off and apparently he fell asleep on you, too.” He yawned in
my ear. “We’re kinda in his bed, you know. Want to go upstairs with
me?”

“Yes, Luke, please. But…I’m a little stuck.
His face is right
there
, and I’m afraid to move.” My panic
was ebbing a little bit, soothed by Luke’s closeness and the fact
that he was about to help me out of my predicament.

I felt Luke shift a bit as he stretched
behind his head to the lamp on the end table beside the couch. I
blinked at the sudden soft light filling the room before my eyes
flew to the head nestled on my thigh, so close to my naked
cha-chi.

I heard a sharp, indrawn breath behind me as
Luke looked down my body, getting a clear look at where Jackson was
lying. Then, weirdly, I felt Luke’s breath become erratic, like it
does when he wants to get me naked. His hands came up on my hips,
sliding beneath the hem of it and moving up to cover my
breasts.

“Luke!” I gasped in shock, my hands rising up
to grab at his and pull them away, but he tweaked my nipples then,
and I succeeded only in covering his hands with mine while he
fondled me.

“God, sugar, it makes me so hard to see your
pretty little body spread out in the light like that.” Luke groaned
in my ear, his lips tracing it before moving down to my neck,
kissing and nipping my

tender skin while his hands roamed over my
breasts and stomach, his fingers dipping low, lightly brushing over
the softness of me that was growing damp.

“Luke, no! Jackson…” I broke off on a gasp as
he lightly parted me, the pad of his finger tracing my clit before
sliding lower and dipping inside.

“Yes, Emma. I’m gonna make you come, and you
have to hold still and be really quiet so we don’t get caught.” His
voice was a hoarse whisper against my neck, and I moaned softly,
the feel of his lips on my skin combined with his erotic words
making me shiver as want flooded my veins. My breath was coming
faster, harsher; I was so confused, but so turned on I felt like he
was turning me inside out.

Luke felt me shiver, and his hand tightened
convulsively on my breast. His hips jerked behind me and I felt the
impossibly hard length of him press against my lower back. I
shifted, intending to slide up so I could position that hardness
where I wanted it most, but Luke’s hands stilled me.

“Jacks, sugar. Don’t move or you’ll wake him
up.” He slid his finger slowly back out of my heat and, using his
fingers, spread me open, baring me to his gaze. He gave a soft,
guttural moan as he stared at my glistening pink folds.

I jumped as Jackson sighed in his sleep, his
breath blowing lightly against my exposed clit.

“Luke,” I whispered, my voice breaking on a
moan. “Please, lets go upstairs, baby. Oh, God, what if he wakes
up? He’ll see you…what you’re doing to me. He’ll see me, Luke!”

“I know, sugar. But look down, Emma, see how
wet you are? You’re dripping, baby, so turned on by the thought of
being caught. Mmm, think of it, Emma…what would happen if Jacks
opened his eyes right now? He’d see this,” Luke moved his fingers
spreading me wide and suddenly thrust them inside me, “wouldn’t he,
Emma? He’d see my fingers fucking you, baby, and it would make you
wild.”

Luke turned his head into my neck again,
biting the curve of my shoulder and making me moan louder this
time. His words were like fire, racing through my veins, desire
curling in my belly as they washed over me.

Oh. My. God. I was a freak! The thought of
Jackson catching us, of him seeing Luke with his fingers sliding in
and out of my body, turned me on so much that I felt like I would
come from it. I tried to fight it, shaking my head against Luke’s
chest as my hips began to jerk uncontrollably, rising to meet the
thrust of his fingers.

“No, no, no…” I was moaning, even as I
covered his hand with my own, pressing his fingers even deeper into
my hot, wet channel.

“Yessss, Emma, yes!” Luke hissed against my
skin. He pulled his other hand out from under my shirt and caught
my chin, twisting my head around to take my lips in a wild kiss.
Without pulling his lips away, Luke growled harshly, “He’s gonna
wake up, Emma. He’s gonna wake up and he’s gonna see you come. And
then I’m gonna let him watch as I slide into you from behind,
sitting here just like this, baby, and I’m gonna fuck you. I’ll
fuck you so hard while he watches and you won’t care, baby. You
want it, Emma, don’t you?”

Luke increased the pace of his thrusting
fingers, and I rode his hand, bucking my hips as I moaned, “No!
Yes! God, Luke, I don’t know…I can’t…”

Luke pulled back a bit to look me in my eyes,
his rhythm never faltering, and said, “Let go, Emma. You can. You
want it, baby, I can see how much the thought of it turns you on.
Show me your darkness, sugar.”

I broke at his words, coming so hard around
his fingers as I threw my head back against his chest and bit my
lip to keep from screaming. Luke was crooning in my ear, his
fingers still lightly stroking me as I tried to recover from my
shattering release.

I raised my head, looking down the length of
my body and my eyes clashed with deep brown ones. I gasped, but my
eyes remain locked on Jackson’s where he was lying between my
thighs. He had raised his head off my thigh, and was propped
slightly up on his elbow. His lips were curved slightly,
half-smiling as he deliberately dropped my gaze and let his eyes
roam over me.

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Luke…”

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me
tight, murmuring, “Its okay, baby, I’m here.”

I felt Jackson move, sitting up and leaning
back against the opposite arm of the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said
softly.

I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at
him, even as my face heated with embarrassment. I shook my head.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Jacks. I…” I trailed
off, not knowing what to say.

Emotions were warring inside me. My head was
telling me that I should feel ashamed, but my body, and even my
heart, were both telling me that I was seriously bent, a total
freakazoid, and that wasn’t a bad thing. I felt free, like a piece
of me had been broken loose, and I smiled at Jackson before turning
to Luke and kissing him.

“You’re right,” I said against his lips.

“I know,” Luke replied. “You’re bent (was he
psychic?) Emma. Seriously twisted. I love it.”

I moaned against his lips as he kissed me
deeply again. He gripped my hips with his hands and lifted me up as
he slid down lower on the couch. When he pulled my hips back down,
I was sitting astride his, the hardness of him trapped beneath his
jeans pressed against my naked wetness. I was still facing Jackson,
and he was devouring me with his eyes.

“Wait!” I gasped. I looked over my shoulder
at Luke and continued. “I don’t…I’ve never…”

“Emma, you don’t have to do anything. Jacks
is just gonna watch, if you’re okay with it. I don’t think you’re
ready for more than that-”

“No!” I cut Luke off. He smiled and crooked
his finger at me. I carefully pushed myself up off of his lap and
he sat up on the couch before pulling me down astride him again. He
hugged me tight to his chest.

“Emma,“ Luke said, smiling slowly. “If you’d
let me finish,
I’m
not ready for that. I don’t want anybody
but me touching you.“ Luke glanced over at Jackson, smiling wryly
as he said, “No offense, man, but you seriously are never touching
my girl.”

Jackson nodded solemnly. “None taken. I know
where you stand on this one.” He grinned mischievously then. “But I
do still want to watch, just once. She’s beyond…” He shook his
head, but didn’t finish what he was saying.

Luke apparently understood, because he nodded
at Jackson and squeezed me tight again.

A while later, Luke and I were curled
together in his bed, and he was gently brushing my hair back from
my face as he placed soft kisses along my jaw.

I let my mind wander to what had happened
earlier, still slightly convinced that it was all just a dream.
Luke had pulled his shirt off and then shoved his jeans down and
kicked them off, completely uncaring that Jackson was sitting three
feet away. He had pulled my shirt off me, too, both of us standing
naked for a second before he had lounged on the couch again, facing
Jackson, and pulled me over him. I straddled his hips, facing
outward towards Jackson, and he had pushed up into me, filling me
as he reached around and spread me open to Jackson’s gaze.

He had set a smooth, quick pace that had sent
me over the edge almost immediately, and didn’t stop until I had
come twice more. The last one was so intense that I screamed, and
Luke had to slap his hand over my mouth so I didn’t wake up
Brandon. It had been so intense because Jackson had shoved his
jeans down and began stroking himself, matching the thrust of my
hips against Luke’s. I had been unable to tear my eyes away from
him, from the sight of his hand circling the (huge!) hard length of
him, firmly stroking root to tip as I rode Luke, and it had set me
off, exploding around Luke and milking him until he came, still
thrusting and prolonging my orgasm until Jackson followed as well,
spilling himself over his hand.

I closed my eyes, pressing my thighs together
at the ache the memory of that moment caused. I heard Luke laugh
softly behind me.

“What’s the matter, sugar?” Luke asked, his
tone teasing.

“Just thinking,” I replied. I turned to face
him. “Luke? Why…how…I’m kind of confused,” I stammered. “I’ve been
confused since Jackson got here. He watched us…and you weren’t mad.
Then…earlier happened, and you were okay with everything but you
said he couldn’t touch your girl, and he said he knew where you
stood on this one. What does that mean?”

Luke pressed his lips to my forehead, and
then pulled back to watch my face as he spoke. “Jacks and I have
known each other for a long time. I met him when I first went to
live with my dad’s brother; he was in my class. He became my
friend, my only friend, and he really was the only person constant
in my life other than Brandon. It didn’t matter where we were sent
for foster care, he made his mom bring him over, or even come get
us, because I tried to never leave Brandon behind, until he was
able to drive. Then he did the same. His mom took me to get my
license, and Jacks helped me get my first car. We’ve never been
separated until the last year or so, and that’s only because he
took a job in L.A.

There’s no way to ease into this, so I’ll
just be blunt. We used to have some wild times, and we’ve shared
women. In fact, we shared almost all the women we dated. None of
them ever meant anything really, but we always swore that if we
found one that did, then the other wouldn’t touch her. I…you said
you’ve seen the darkness in me, Emma. I cant help it, it’s a rush,
that feeling of someone watching, of being caught in the act. I
know I pushed you into it, and I’m sorry if I went too far.” Luke
sighed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine.

I shook my head. “Luke, you pushed me, but I
felt safe, I
feel
safe with you. And you were right, it
turned me on so much. But you still didn’t explain what Jackson
meant when he said he knew where you stood.”

“You’re mine, Emma. I’ve told you that. You
heard me tell him he wasn’t touching my girl. You’re my girl.
Mine.” He punctuated his last word with a hard kiss on my lips.

I raised my brows at him, but didn’t feel
like arguing because I was way too warm and comfortable wrapped in
his arms.

“Sugar?”

“Hmm?” I tipped my head back a bit to meet
his gaze.

“What time do we have to be at your parents’
house in the morning?” Luke asked.

Shit! I had forgotten about that.
“Ummm…ten?”

Luke rolled over to look at the clock, and
groaned when he saw what time it was. “Sleep!”

Ten minutes later (it felt like) the covers
were ripped off me, and Luke slapped my ass. “Get up, sleepy head!
We’re gonna be late!”

I buried my face in the mattress. “No!
Sleep!” My words came out muffled and then I shrieked as Luke
lifted me up off the mattress and set me on my feet, pointing me
towards the bathroom. I stood there for a second, blinking sleep
from my eyes, and Luke swooped in, kissed me briefly, and shoved me
into the bathroom to get ready.

When I got out of the shower, my clothes from
last night were sitting on the counter, neatly folded and pumpkin
free. An unopened toothbrush was sitting next to them, and I smiled
at Luke’s thoughtfulness. I dressed hurriedly, brushed my teeth,
and then, finding Luke’s comb, quickly combed the tangles out of my
hair and pulled it up into a knot on my head.