The Boys Who Loved Me - Krista Wolf Page 0,18

for a while my whole world was nothing else. But that was before Luke stepped in and made his move. When he finally did it was truly astonishing, because he showed me something that naive little me would never have believed in a thousand years:

That yes, you actually could love more than one person.

As it turned out, all that adolescent tension between Luke and I had been sexual tension. Pent-up feelings and emotions that surged to the surface in the wake of my breakup with Warren ending up exploding right here, right on this very spot. On the midnight summer shores of this very lake Luke professed his feelings for me, and I’d thrown my arms around him and done the same.

What happened after that was history.

Together we’d spent a whole summer and more, doing things we should’ve been doing since the very beginning. Luke was a generous lover, lean and strong. His lithe body was ripped from basketball and lacrosse workouts that made his stomach flat and his arms huge. But now…

Now he had abdominals on top of his abdominals! A true swimmer’s body, with all the shredded, beautiful benefits of spending so much time down at the lake.

“I love you, Kayla.”

He said the words now, just as he had at the end of that initial summer while we stared up at the stars. Back then, I’d snuggled into the crook of his arm. Told him how important he was to me, and how he’d been part of some of the best times in my not-so-happy life.

Then I’d kissed him sweetly, and told him I loved him too.

At the moment he was buried deep inside me, filling an old void that I’d pushed to the back of my mind. I sighed happily as he continued sawing away, screwing me with slow, deep strokes that made my head spin and my eyes cross.

“I never should’ve left,” he murmured into my neck. “I never once stopped thinking about you.”

They were words I’d wanted to hear so badly, back when I was nineteen. Even now they made my heart swell.

“You’ve always been everything to me.”

I craned my neck to look back at him, and my lips found his. I kissed him with fire, then told him the only truth I knew:

“Baby, I love you too.”

I let everything go after that, surrendering to the looming wall of euphoria that crashed over me in wave after orgasmic wave. Kissing my lover over my shoulder as I spasmed around him, the pressure and intensity of my own climax finally triggering his.

“Nnnnghhhh…”

Luke’s release was sweet and slow, but no less powerful. I could feel him coming so hard it was like a steady, never-ending stream. His hot seed felt like it was pouring into me, as he chewed my shoulder and bounced again and again into my soft, round ass.

What the hell did you just SAY?

I said I loved him. And I did. It wasn’t a lie.

Yes, but Kayla, why?

That part I didn’t know, but I needed to figure it out. All I knew was I’d just been made love to by the sweetest, most perfect man in the world. Someone who was both friend and lover. Someone who still held the torch for me after all these years, and who I obviously had feelings for as well.

And what about Warren?

My stomach dropped a little. Like an elevator shifting half a floor.

And Adrian?

I stiffened a bit, even as Luke slid off me to one side. He still had one big leg up, covering mine. The arm he had draped around my waist made me feel reassuring and safe.

“Tonight’s going to be hard,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “For all of us.”

I nodded sleepily, nuzzling into him. Still coming down off my euphoric high.

“Yes,” I whispered. “It will. But for one thing.”

Luke’s piercing gaze found mine. “And what’s that?”

Staring through those stormy grey orbs, I managed a smile.

“We’ll have each other.”

Fourteen

KAYLA

It was one thing to have sex in a warm, sun-kissed loft overlooking a beautiful, scenic lake.

But it was quite another to do it again.

It seemed almost sacrilegious, doing such a thing on the day of Elizabeth’s funeral. And even doing it with her ex-boyfriend, because once upon a time she and Luke had actually been lovers.

That was a really, really long time ago.

The whole affair had been a high school fling, and Elizabeth had been the one to end things. For that reason I couldn’t feel bad. I could tell though, as we lay sprawled naked