The Fluke

11 - Jules

As the blissful tendrils of my post-orgasm haze filter out, uncertainty settles in.

And then as I watch Luke tuck himself back inside his shorts the reality of what we've just done hits me like a truck.

I scramble off the lounger and grab my discarded panties, pulling them on in a hurry. When I turn back to face Luke he's sprawled on his back on the lounger trying to catch his breath. He slowly turns his head to the side and smiles at me, but the smile drops and is replaced with a look of worry when his eyes take me in.

Instantly he sits up and and shifts his body to face me. "Jules," he says gently.

It's like he can read my mind and he knows that the woman from the hot tub, the woman who stripped out of her dress and seduced him, is gone only to be replaced by the terrified girl standing before him.

And she is gone. I'm not that woman. I don't know who she is.

I take a step back and he stands from the lounger. I stop, and he stops.

"Jules," he says again. "You're freaking out, aren't you?"

"Freaking out?" I manage on a squeak. "Am I freaking out? We just.. we just did that out here where anybody could have seen us! I don't do that! I don't do this."

Luke takes a step toward me and this time I'm frozen where I stand. He reaches me and places both of his hands on my waist, his fingers squeezing me gently.

I stare at the ground between our feet and then I feel him lift my chin up. His ocean eyes are studying me, roaming over my face trying to understand me. He'll have no luck, I can't even understand me right now.

"Jules, that was," he looks reverent as he pauses for a moment, "this is, incredible," he finishes firmly.

This stuns me, although it probably shouldn't considering the filthy praise that was flying out of his mouth five minutes ago. But still, incredible?

Luke doesn't get a chance to elaborate because we're both halted by the sound of car doors slamming and voices carrying over the house from the front yard.

And I totally panic.

I'm standing in nothing but my underwear with the knowledge that I just had Luke's dick in my mouth and my brother and our friends are moments away from catching us.

"Luke, let me go." He's gripping my waist again with both hands. His eyes are now deep, dark pools of emotion. It's intense and frankly unsettling.

"I'm not letting you run away again."

"Luke." I grasp his forearms, the panic swelling in my chest. I eye my dress on the ground behind him at the same moment I see a light in the kitchen flicker on. "Luke, they're inside. Let. Me. Go."

I swear to God he growls. But then he lets me go, snatches up my dress and purse and shoves them both into my hands, once again grabbing onto me. "You wanted me to forget that Seattle happened but it was a mistake to agree with you. I'm not going to forget that this happened. I don't want to."

I'm speechless.

The booze, the pot, the unbelievable mouth on this guy and now the look of sheer... feeling. I can see it in his face. He's not kidding around.

"We'll talk tomorrow," I assure him. I'd say anything to get him to let me go right now, but I do mean it.

He keeps his hold on me for a few more seconds, the intense look still firmly on his beautiful, chiseled face. Good God.

And then he kisses me quickly, and just as quickly he spins me, releases me and I'm shuffling my way to the guest house.

As soon as I'm safely behind the closed door, I fall back against it and collapse into a mess on the floor.