Luke & His Runaway Love (Book Two Of The "And His" Series) (WIP)

Chapter Eight- Helen

"Oh, god" I mutter to myself as I text Luke my home address.

I'm gonna meet Luke's family, my stomach flutters with nerves as I sit here shitting myself. "What are you so afraid of, Helen?" I chastise myself. "It's not like you haven't met them before"

That was before I knew that I'd let their son and brother, fuck me seven ways to Sunday...

Oh, and yes—now I'm pregnant... Ta-Daaaaaaa!!!

"Yeah, don't say that to them, Helen" I grumble to myself.

I finish getting ready and I'm just putting on my shoes when the doorbell rings, looking to the clock I see it only took him ten minutes to get here from where ever he was unless he sped all the way here.

I open my door to his gorgeous grinning face as his eyes roam my body. Be strong, Helen...

I put my hands on my hips. "I hope you didn't break any speed limits getting here?" I growl.

Luke chuckles cupping my face in his hands. "Is this what I'm gonna be getting for the rest of my life, beauty?" He says as he pushes us inside and shuts the door behind us. "Cos I gotta say" he purrs gliding his nose up my neck and jaw breathing me in until his eyes meet mine. "I fucking love it" he growls before he's kissing me.

Our moans and groans echo in my hallway, his hand's cup my breasts squeezing it slightly, the sensation shocks me as it sends pleasure through my body.

Oh...

By the look on Luke's face, I'm guessing he knows my boobs are sensitive right now. "Oh, we're gonna have a lot of fun with these beauties, baby" he croons as he pulls my vest and bra down revealing my swollen breasts. "Fuck" he mutters. "God, you're so beautiful, Helen" he murmurs before he flicks the tip of my nipple with his tongue making me gasp. "So fucking beautiful," he says kissing each breast before fixing my bra and vest once again.

Seriously...

He chuckles at my expression. "Don't you worry, beauty—I'll take good care of you, once we break the news to everyone" he kisses my lips once, twice.

His words effectively wash over me like a bucket of cold water, making him throw his head back and laugh at me. And if I wasn't so nauseatingly nervous about telling people, I'd admire how beautiful he looks laughing.

But, nope—

"I'm gonna be sick" I mutter covering my mouth as I run up the stairs.

"Fuck, beauty, are you okay?" Luke asks me as he runs after me.

"Don't follow me" I hiss, as I slam the bathroom door locking it behind me and throw my head in the toilet.

I continue until I have nothing left in my stomach, all the while, luke is knocking on the door, asking if I'm okay, or if he can do anything. Even though the sentiment is sweet, it's also annoying that he's stood outside the door whilst I was being sick. I wash my face and brush my teeth before opening the door to his concerned face. "Fuck" he mutters. "You look pale as fuck, baby" he croons. "Are you okay?"

"Thanks" I mutter sarcastically.

"Fuck—you know I didn't mean it like that, beauty" he growls. "Even as pale as you are right now, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on, believe that" he murmurs kissing me chastely. "Do you still wanna do this today? Or shall we call to re-arrange?" he asks me. "You're all that's important right now, beauty—so if you don't feel up to going," he says scanning my face.

My heart warms at his declaration, I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips, once, twice. "I'm fine," I tell him. "Let's go, before I change my mind" I grumble making him laugh once more.