to work her pussy. Then, I move her hair, exposing her shoulder. I begin fucking her harder, my eyes closing at the pleasure I’m experiencing.
“Luke,” she cries as her orgasm starts.
There’s nothing fucking sweeter in the world than hearing Jasmine call out my name as she comes. It’s so fucking good my heart stutters in my chest. I pound her harder, feeling that familiar heat moving through me, starting at the base of my spine.
“I’m never letting you go, Red,” I growl as I unload inside of her, painting her womb with my cum, emptying myself into her with each fucking stroke.
“Luke,” she cries again, as we finish together. Her body slumps against the couch and I lean over her. I come so hard that my damn balls hurt.
As I slip from her body, I hold my hand between her legs, feeling my cum leak from her body and refusing to let it.
“Christ, Red,” I rumble against her ear, placing a kiss on her shoulder. I don’t know what I want to say, but I think she understands, because her hand comes up, her fingers tangling in my hair and she hums her approval.
I close my eyes at the sweetness of her touch. I told her I was never letting her go. I don’t know if she took me serious or not, but she should have.
There’s no way I’m letting her slip away from me.
I’m keeping her.
12
Jasmine
“Hawk, just promise me you won’t say anything to Mom and Dad right now,” I plead, closing my eyes. My brother is being a jerk and there’s nothing I can do to call him on it, since I need him to cover for me.
“You’re in Virginia with a man you barely know, Jazz. Fuck, you know Dad would lose his shit, Jazz.”
“I wouldn’t say that I barely know him,” I mumble, my body growing warm from the memories of the day before.
It’s the next night and I’m still in Luke’s house. He was gone this morning, but before he left he made me breakfast in bed and got me off with his mouth. We haven’t had sex after that first, intense time. Instead, he held me all night and I slept. I slept like a baby. I felt safe and content.
I can’t remember feeling content, at least not in a long time and never this satisfied. I’m not talking physically either—although I can say Luke does that and more. This is a soul-deep satisfaction, a happiness that doesn’t fade with the sunrise, it just gets better. I didn’t know that was possible.
“Sis, be serious here,” Hawk growls, clearly not happy with me.
“I am being serious. I really like Luke. I need time to figure out exactly what he’s doing and how he feels about me,” I return, hating the fact that I sound like I’m whining to my brother. I don’t whine. I really need for him to sit on this, though. If he doesn’t, it could all end way too soon.
And it wouldn’t end well for Luke—of that much I’m sure.
“You don’t think Mom and Dad are going to blow a gasket when you don’t come home? They’re only going to buy that you’re staying at Gabby’s for so long, Jazz.”
“I know. I’ll think of something. I just need you to sit on this. At least for a little while, please?”
“If Dad or Mom asks me point blank, I’m not going to lie, Jazz, not even for you.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re going back to school and won’t be around,” I mutter.
“Won’t help. Unlike you, I talk to our parents every night.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re the golden child. I’m the black sheep,” I mutter, trying to ignore the bitterness that tries to rise up.
“Stop being like that, you know Mom and Dad love you. They’d do anything for you.”
“Except believe me.”
“Jazz—”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Hawk. Will you please just stop giving me this grief and sit on this for a little while?”
“You have to check in with me every day,” he mutters.
“Hawk—”
“Every single day, Jazz.”
“Fine,” I huff.
“Good. You know I love you, Jazz, right?”
“You realize that you’re my little brother, not my big one, right? It’s not your job to rescue me,” I mumble, instead of answering his question.
“Someone has to rescue you, you never look out for yourself,” he returns.
“I’m hanging up now. Luke will be back soon.”
“Take care of yourself.”
“Always,” I tell him and then, with a sigh, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of