LUKE: Complete Series by Cassia Leo Page A

a sip of mine. “Interesting.”
    “So you worked at NeoSys over a year ago and you still keep in touch with Milo? You two must be pretty good friends.”
    He set his martini on the counter without taking a sip as he waited for my answer.
    I resisted the urge to take another sip before I placed my drink next to his. “He has a crush on me. He still tries to get me to go out with him every once in a while.”
    This wasn’t a lie. It was a small, insignificant truth teetering atop a mountain of lies.
    For fuck’s sake, tell him, Brina!
    Ryan’s voice was sharp in my head, like the last time we argued, three days before he died. He found out I had been sending my parents money every month and he laughed at me.
    “You are such a fucking sucker,” he said, through tears of laughter. “They can sell the fucking house if they need money.”
    “They shouldn’t have to sell the house. And don’t call me a sucker. You’re the loser who still lives with them.”
    I did apologize later for calling him a loser, but that doesn’t change the fact that there are some uncomfortable truths that should remain unspoken.
    I reached for Luke’s tie and began loosening the knot. His hands found the button of my jeans when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
    “I guess I can’t blame Milo for trying,” he whispered, before his lips fell over mine.
    I pulled away from him and wrapped his tie around my hand as I slipped my phone out of my pocket. It was Jill.
    “Hello?”
    “I’m coming over and I’m bringing drinks and that new surfing movie. I’m in the mood to gawk at some hot guys.”
    I could hear that she was on the move, probably walking through the parking lot at the travel agency.
    “Jill, it’s not a good time for me. Can we do it another night?”
    The movement stopped. “Are you with him right now?”
    “Yes.”
    “At your apartment?”
    “Mm-hmm.”
    “Have you told him yet?”
    “No. But I promise we can get shitfaced and ogle some surfers soon. I’ll talk to you later, hun. Love ya. Bye.”
    “You’d better tell h—”
    I hung up before she could finish. I couldn’t explain to her my reason for not telling Luke when I had the opportunity in Vegas. She wouldn’t understand.
    “You didn’t have to turn her away. We could have all hung out,” Luke said, as I laid the phone on the kitchen counter.
    “Jill is very understanding.” I dragged him by the tie into the bedroom.
    He hooked his finger through my belt loop to stop me from sitting on the bed. “So am I.”
    I sighed, as I thought to myself, I sure hope so.
     

6
    I woke the next morning with Luke’s hand on my breast. I cleared my throat and his eyes fluttered open.
    “Excuse me, sir, but I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
    “This is mine,” he said, as he took my nipple into his mouth and slid his hand between my legs. “And you make sure to let Milo know that.”
    I arched my back as he teased my nipple with his tongue while his fingers teased my clit. I moaned as my body began to tremble. He removed his hand and positioned himself between my legs. He kissed my ribs as he began to move down, but I grabbed his ears to stop him.
    “No, I want you inside me. Please.”
    He grinned at the sound of my pleading. His chest slid over mine as he entered me. I wrapped my legs around him as he placed his hands on either side of my head. He looked me in the eye as he moved slowly, grinding against me as he sank in and out of me. I looked down to watch and he lifted my chin.
    “Look at me.”
    He sank down to his elbows so our noses were inches apart, but he never looked away. I could feel myself getting close.
    “Oh, Luke.”
    “I love you,” he breathed.
    “I love you.”
    He slipped his finger between my folds without breaking eye contact and I came as soon as he touched me. Within seconds, he collapsed on top of me, shaky and breathless.
    “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his breath hot on my face as he rested his forehead