place. It’s kismet.”
“I’m probably too old to learn now.”
“Bullshit. No such thing.” Sam says.
I try to picture what it would be like to play guitar, and all I can think of is a sad, broken boy in an Irish bar in Hell’s Kitchen playing Blackbird by The Beatles. “I don’t know. It’s kind of Luke’s thing, isn’t it?” I say softly to Morgan.
“Pfffttttt. Please . It was your dad’s thing first. It might be a good way for you to get closer to him.”
“Mmm.” I’m still unsure.
Sam rolls the sleeves of his t-shirt up, exposing even more ink and some rather delectable biceps. Morgan pretends to faint back onto the couch. Sam ignores her, though he can’t hide the wry smile on his face. “If you can play an instrument in front of a crowd, you can do anything, Avery. Anything in the world.” Tilting his head to one side, he waggles his eyebrows. “So, what do you say? You in or you out?”
ELEVEN
AVERY
TEN WEEKS AGO
“I just want to breathe you in. I want to fucking eat you all up, Miss Patterson. You’re too damn delicious. I can’t leave you alone.” Luke’s hands find their way underneath my t-shirt, slightly cold from playing guitar outside. When I came home after class, he was sitting on the stoop of the building, the collar of his gray wool jacket popped up against the chilly wind, his cheeks colored red, and he had a small picnic basket on the ground between his feet. His gig bag was leaning up against the railings next to him, his guitar obviously inside. When he saw me, he grinned, got to his feet and told me he was taking me for lunch at Bushwick Inlet Park.
It was beautiful, the food was amazing, and Luke’s private little show had me desperate to relieve him of his clothes. He has that affect on me; I want him so badly all the time—as soon as he opens his mouth and starts to sing, it’s basically game over. He wasn’t complaining when I suggested we pack up the rest of the amazing spread he put together and take it back to the apartment so we could finish it in bed.
His hands find their way underneath my bra, now, making me squeal as my nipples tighten, reacting to the cold. Luke smiles slowly, mouth open a fraction, like he really is contemplating taking a chunk out of me. His eyes are filled with desire, mirroring the emotion that sings through me, lighting me up from the inside out. “Take your panties off,” he commands, slowly shaping his mouth around each word, his breath hot against my cheek, down my neck, making me tremble in the most embarrassing way. He presses his lips against my neck, grazing his teeth and his tongue over my skin, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“Oh my god, that…that feels amazing .”
“Good. Do as you’re told, Avery. Take off those panties for me.”
I love this possessive, demanding side of Luke. As we spend more and more time together, figuring out each other’s bodies, learning the secrets of each other, he’s becoming increasingly outspoken. It’s such a turn on for me. Knowing what he likes is amazing. Knowing what he wants from me is even better. A shiver of pleasure rolls through me, starting at the backs of my legs, working its way up and over my stomach and my buttocks, traveling up to my breasts, where he’s cupping and squeezing me with both hands.
“I—I can’t,” I sigh. “I need to take my jeans off first.”
Sliding his hands all the way up my body, Luke pushes one hand out of the neck of my shirt, and then the other, laughing like an idiot as he does it. He places his palms against my cheeks, lightly holding my face as he leans down and kisses me. “Then you’d better get moving, girl. I have to go to work soon and I’m getting impatient. I need to fuck you.”
It drives me crazy when he says the word fuck , too. There’s just something so sexy and raw in the way he says it, the way his teeth press into his bottom lip on the F. The way his mouth remains open upon
“I’m probably too old to learn now.”
“Bullshit. No such thing.” Sam says.
I try to picture what it would be like to play guitar, and all I can think of is a sad, broken boy in an Irish bar in Hell’s Kitchen playing Blackbird by The Beatles. “I don’t know. It’s kind of Luke’s thing, isn’t it?” I say softly to Morgan.
“Pfffttttt. Please . It was your dad’s thing first. It might be a good way for you to get closer to him.”
“Mmm.” I’m still unsure.
Sam rolls the sleeves of his t-shirt up, exposing even more ink and some rather delectable biceps. Morgan pretends to faint back onto the couch. Sam ignores her, though he can’t hide the wry smile on his face. “If you can play an instrument in front of a crowd, you can do anything, Avery. Anything in the world.” Tilting his head to one side, he waggles his eyebrows. “So, what do you say? You in or you out?”
ELEVEN
AVERY
TEN WEEKS AGO
“I just want to breathe you in. I want to fucking eat you all up, Miss Patterson. You’re too damn delicious. I can’t leave you alone.” Luke’s hands find their way underneath my t-shirt, slightly cold from playing guitar outside. When I came home after class, he was sitting on the stoop of the building, the collar of his gray wool jacket popped up against the chilly wind, his cheeks colored red, and he had a small picnic basket on the ground between his feet. His gig bag was leaning up against the railings next to him, his guitar obviously inside. When he saw me, he grinned, got to his feet and told me he was taking me for lunch at Bushwick Inlet Park.
It was beautiful, the food was amazing, and Luke’s private little show had me desperate to relieve him of his clothes. He has that affect on me; I want him so badly all the time—as soon as he opens his mouth and starts to sing, it’s basically game over. He wasn’t complaining when I suggested we pack up the rest of the amazing spread he put together and take it back to the apartment so we could finish it in bed.
His hands find their way underneath my bra, now, making me squeal as my nipples tighten, reacting to the cold. Luke smiles slowly, mouth open a fraction, like he really is contemplating taking a chunk out of me. His eyes are filled with desire, mirroring the emotion that sings through me, lighting me up from the inside out. “Take your panties off,” he commands, slowly shaping his mouth around each word, his breath hot against my cheek, down my neck, making me tremble in the most embarrassing way. He presses his lips against my neck, grazing his teeth and his tongue over my skin, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“Oh my god, that…that feels amazing .”
“Good. Do as you’re told, Avery. Take off those panties for me.”
I love this possessive, demanding side of Luke. As we spend more and more time together, figuring out each other’s bodies, learning the secrets of each other, he’s becoming increasingly outspoken. It’s such a turn on for me. Knowing what he likes is amazing. Knowing what he wants from me is even better. A shiver of pleasure rolls through me, starting at the backs of my legs, working its way up and over my stomach and my buttocks, traveling up to my breasts, where he’s cupping and squeezing me with both hands.
“I—I can’t,” I sigh. “I need to take my jeans off first.”
Sliding his hands all the way up my body, Luke pushes one hand out of the neck of my shirt, and then the other, laughing like an idiot as he does it. He places his palms against my cheeks, lightly holding my face as he leans down and kisses me. “Then you’d better get moving, girl. I have to go to work soon and I’m getting impatient. I need to fuck you.”
It drives me crazy when he says the word fuck , too. There’s just something so sexy and raw in the way he says it, the way his teeth press into his bottom lip on the F. The way his mouth remains open upon
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