Under the Counter ~ Luke Danes

14. Crushing Ordeal

"God I love you Bell." Luke moaned out as he removed himself from inside her. He quickly removed the white, liquid filled condom and threw it in the trash.

"I love you too." She said as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She turned her head to the left to face Luke as he laid down beside her under the navy blue covers, also trying to catch his breath. He pulled her body closer to his as they lay naked under the covers of his bed. He kissed her sweaty temple.

"You know what I always think about?" She said lowly as they were inches away from each other's face. They looked into each others brown and blue orbs, pupils dilated, feeling like if they were to blink then the other would disappear.

"What?"

"What if...I never kissed you that night in the diner? What do you think would've happened between us? Would we never have happened?"

Luke thought about his answer. "Whether we happened sooner or later, what I feel inside has not changed and won't change. I would've waited as long it took for you. But I don't think I'd be able to contain myself and I would've made it obvious and I would've just hoped you'd get the hint." He brushed his hand through her soft, brown hair.

"You wouldn't have tried to get with anyone else?"
She asked hesitantly, secretly desperate to know the answer.

"What? No! If I did I would've just wasted my time looking for what I thought I couldn't have."

"You'll always have me." She looked deeply into his eyes she swore she could see his soul.

"What about you? You're telling me you wouldn't have dated other boys?"

"I don't think anyone could compare to you..if I did decide to date other people."

"Well too bad no one else can get the opportunity to."

Luke held her face by her soft, damp, pink cheek, turning her face to kiss her soft lips. He then moved his hand that was on her cheek, down to her neck, down to the side of her chest.

"What time is it?" She asked, pulling away from the kiss, looking over Luke's head to try and see the time on the clock. She didn't want to be suspiciously late. Although she was an adult, her parents still tend to ask questions, it was purely out of habit for them but she'd always make up something for them to believe and then they'd get off her back.

"Time for round two?" Luke smirked.

She lifted her leg, sitting on top right above his hips. She placed her lips on his and a hand on his cheek. The stubble tickled the palm of her hand. She left a trail of kisses leading from his cheek down to his neck. Luke's hands lightly touched the small of her back. He gripped her hips and rocked them back and forth as she sat on top. She could feel him getting hard beneath her.

As they got tangled beneath the sheets, Isabella heard the sound of her phone ringing. She pulled away from the kiss and looked across the room where her purse sat in the middle of the floor, her phone ringing from within.

She covered herself and threw on Luke's faded brown flannel that she had just ripped off him about half an hour ago. She ran over quickly to see who was calling her, praying it wasn't one of her parents. But just her luck, her mother was calling. She quickly answered, desperately hoping it wouldn't suddenly go to voicemail on her.

"Hello..." she tried not to sound nervous or guilty.

"Bella where are you?" Her mother sounded bothered and annoyed.

"I'm here at Lane's. I came right after work cause she called me and said she needed help with her homework."

"I don't care! Get your ass home now!" She yelled through the phone. It was never good when her mother yelled at her. She rarely made her parents mad and when they were mad, they often had a good reason to be.