Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"To love is to recognize yourself in another." — Eckhart Tolle
Warning: smut ————————————————————
Chapter 53 <—————————————>
Maggie
The first thing that hit when I woke up was the wrecking ball of a hangover. The pain settled in every cresses, followed by a crippling headache, and a rolling stomach.
Ugh.
Just as I sat up to voice my complaints, something else hit over all the others. Pleasure.
Skipped fingers trailed up my stomach, crossing over my nipple with a pinch. A sharp tug earned a moan from me, my head falling back to the pillow. I didn't care about anything else other than having more of it.
I flipped the blanket off of Luke's head, tossing it in whichever direction. And there he was, getting said revenge on me.
I couldn't really see the revenge in it, considering I was the one who got the pleasure, but fuck it. As long as this continued, he could believe whatever he wanted.
"Morning to you, too," left me in a breathless set as I trailed a hand through his curls.
I tried to get a better view of his face, my favorite sight. When I shifted, he planted his hand over my stomach, holding me in place.
With a shake of the head, I giggled. He was too stubborn so fine. The tip of his tongue was flicking away at my clit so perfectly, I couldn't consider anything else.
"You're already soaking, Norris. That's my girl," Luke murmured out, his hands tightening around the inside of my thighs. His dark eyes raised to mine. "Keep your legs open for me, yeah?"
I nodded hurriedly, not even ashamed of it. I'd do any damn thing he wanted as long as he kept his tongue working.
When he did the exact opposite, disappointment hit me in the stomach. "What are you doing?"
His smirk responded for him, and he left one leg on the bed as he stood. By my hands, he pulled me up, then situated himself right behind me, placing me in between his legs.
My chest heaved with both excitement, and anxiousness. "Luke," I said slowly. "What are you up to?"
He draped an arm over my stomach, and he leaned back until he was against the pillows, and I was against him.
It worried me, though. I always made fun of him when he did talk, but when he didn't, it was frightening. He was usually planning something.
His voice lingered near my ear, causing shudders to skip down my skin, "What did I tell you would happen if you went in that party acting like you weren't mine, Norris?" The arm that was over my stomach stretched up to my tits, fondling one. "Hmm? What did I tell you?"
