Hunger (A Stepbrother Romance Novel) by Arabella Abbing Page B

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    “Fuck, fuck— fuck ,” he grunted, lifting me up by the hips just in time for me to feel the first spurt of his cum hit my folds.
    Thinking fast, I reached between us and grabbed his cock, jerking him off and getting every drop of cum out. He let out a noise that was almost pained, but I somehow instinctively knew it was relief. Once his cock stopped pulsing in my hand, I hesitantly let go of him and tried to sit back up.
    Luke had other ideas. He gripped my arms and pulled me down, draping my body over top of his. Both of us were covered in sweat and while part of me worried about crushing him with my weight, the post-orgasmic high was too strong for me to care.
    “You’re fucking incredible,” Luke tiredly whispered as he kissed my neck. “ Mine .”
    After he said it, he bit down on my skin and then sucked hard enough that I knew it’d leave a hickey. Not that I cared at this point, but I knew I was going to likely feel differently about it in the morning.
    The reminder of the morning made my stomach flip and I pulled my head away from his neck, trying to look at him in the darkness.
    “Will you stay?”
    Luke didn’t respond verbally, but he pulled my head down to his to press our lips together. The kiss was shockingly sweet in comparison to the rough sex we’d just had and I felt my heart flutter in my chest.
    When he pulled me back, he whispered, “Go to sleep, Jenna.”
    I relaxed against his chest as he pulled me back against him and I silently prayed that he’d be there when I woke up.
    ~*~*~

Chapter Eleven
     
    The next morning, I was totally out of it when I started to wake up. The only thing my mind was truly aware of was the dire need to pee.
    But when I went to roll out of bed, I became aware of something else. A heat pressed against my back and a strong arm holding me in place.
    He stayed.
    My bladder momentarily forgotten, I craned my neck back to look at Luke’s angelic face as he slept. He looked so peaceful that it nearly broke my heart to even think about waking him up.
    But I really needed to pee.
    I tried to gently remove his arm from my waist, but all my efforts got me was a sleepy grunt and a hard tug as he pulled me flush against his body. His other arm snaked beneath me and next thing I knew—I was even more trapped.
    There was no part of me that didn’t want to lay there and enjoy this moment for the rest of my life. But if I didn’t do something soon, I was liable to piss all over myself.
    “Luke,” I said softly. “Luke, wake up.”
    He nuzzled into the crook between my neck and shoulder and let out a huff. “No.”
    “Luke, please. I need to pee.”
    Begrudgingly, he pulled his arms away and flopped over on his other side, grabbing one of my extra pillows and cuddling up to it. I smiled at the sight. I had never once imagined Luke would be a fan of snuggling.
    Wanting to get back into bed as quickly as possibly, I just grabbed my bathrobe and slipped it on before making a mad dash to the bathroom. After my bladder was voided, I ran the water in the sink until it was warm so I could clean up the mess Luke left on me the night before.
    Once I was finished, I opened the bathroom door to head back to my room.
    It was like Deja vu to see Luke standing on the other side, leaning casually against the door frame. Only this time, he was totally nude and lazily smirking at me.
    “Where you going?” he asked as he blocked my path and stepped forward. I instinctively backed up, wondering what was going on as he shut the door behind him.
    “I was planning on going back to bed to cuddle some more.”
    “Mmm, I’m up now though,” he murmured as he backed me against the sink and lifted me up to sit me right on the edge of the counter. “And I have a better idea.”
    “Oh yeah?” I asked breathlessly as his hands started to slowly part my bathrobe. “What’s that?”
    Luke grinned and reached to his left, sticking his tongue slightly out of his mouth as he stretched