LUKE: Complete Series (15 page)

Four shots of tequila and one ginormous plate of nachos later, Milo finally got me to talk.

“He already has another girlfriend,” I slurred, as I waved a half-empty glass of water in Milo’s face. “And you should have seen his face when she kissed him. Oh, God! It was disgusting.”

“Brina, you are a major fucking lightweight. You only took four shots.”

“I haven’t eaten.”

“You just ate nachos.”

“Whatever.” I took another long swig of water then snatched my straw out of the glass and pointed it at him as I continued. “Then he follows me outside like it’s some kind of fucking movie and he’s going to say something beautiful—but, no! He didn’t say anything beautiful. He… he pissed all over my plan. Just pisssssssssss.”

Milo took the straw out of my hand before I could put it in front of my crotch. “Alright, that’s enough for you. It’s time to get you home.”

“I don’t want to go. I don’t want my dad to see me like this… it’s freaking 12:30 in the afternoon.” I giggled as I realized I was tragically drunk at noon on a Monday, but Milo didn’t find it funny. “If Ryan were here he would laugh.”

“You can sober up at my apartment.”

I narrowed my eyes at him as he stuck my straw into his glass of water. “You’d better not try anything funny.”

He rolled his eyes. “Or what? You’ll pretend to piss on me? Come on, Batgirl—”

“—To the Batmobile!” I said, finishing his sentence.

He shook his head as he plunked down a couple of hundreds on the table and nodded toward the exit.

“Are you sure this is your apartment?” I asked, as we entered his apartment in Capitol Hill. “It’s so pretty.”

I scooped up a hammered steel vase from a dark table near the front door. There was nothing inside the vase. Everything was so clean and modern.

“I didn’t do any of this. It was all my interior designer.” He tossed his keys onto the dark table and moved further down the hall toward an open space with a large wall of windows.

I followed him inside and was struck by how similar the furnishings were to the furnishings in Luke’s bungalow. I wondered if they had the same interior decorator.

“I bet all the girls just drop their panties the second they see this place,” I said, as I dropped my purse onto the coffee table and plopped down on the plush cream sofa.

“Do you need an aspirin?” he called from the kitchen, totally ignoring my comment. “I’ve got some snacks if you’re hungry.”

“Aw… Milo’s taking care of me,” I teased him, though I didn’t need anyone to take care of me. I was starting to feel quite sober.

He walked in with a glass of water and two aspirin resting in the palm of his hand. “Take these and I won’t force you to play video games with me.”

I took the pills from his hand and swallowed them down with a few gulps of water. “Do you have Mortal Kombat?”

“Do I have Mortal Kombat? What kind of question is that? Of course, I have Mortal Kombat. You play Mortal Kombat?”

“It’s the only game my brother taught me how to play.”

Milo narrowed his eyes at me as he turned on the TV and switched the input to the game system. “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

He scrolled through a bunch of games that were apparently saved on a memory card until he got to Mortal Kombat.

“Yes,” I hissed. “You’re going down.”

Seven games later I jumped to my feet and spiked the controller down on the carpet.

“I win again!”

Milo scooped the controller off the floor and tried to hand it to me. “One more. Best eight out of fifteen.”

I pushed his hand away as I sat back down. “Nuh-uh. I am undefeated and I’m done humiliating you.”

He placed the controller in my lap. “Come on. One more. If I win we go best out of fifteen. If you win we quit.”

I picked up the controller from my lap and placed it on the sofa between us. “No. I’m done and I’m the champion so I make the rules.”

He held the controller in front of me again. “Here you go, champ. Just one more.”

I laughed as I pushed his hand away. “You’re such a sore loser.”

He put the controller back in my lap and I immediately picked it up and chucked it across the floor.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “That’s it. You’re going down.”

He chucked his controller aside and lunged at me. I screamed as I held my arms and legs straight out to hold him off.

“Stop it!” I squealed through my laughter. “Don’t be gross, Milo!”

His hands groped my armpits and I laughed maniacally as I kicked and pushed, but he was surprisingly strong and agile, dodging my kicks and grasping both my wrists in one of his hands.

“There’s no use resisting. I’ve got skills you’ve never heard of.”

My limbs were so weak from laughing, I couldn’t resist if I wanted to—and suddenly I didn’t want to. As soon as I stopped fighting, we locked eyes.

“What kind of skills?” I asked.

He let go of my wrists and my hands fell onto the pillow under my head. A slow, devious smile formed on his lips as he eased himself between my legs.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

I was still breathing so hard, partially from the laughter but mostly from the anticipation. I nodded quickly and his hand slid under the bottom of my T-shirt. I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers lightly brushed the skin over my ribs. His eyes were still locked on mine as his other hand easily unfastened the button on my jeans and pulled down my zipper. I was breathing way too fast.

He grabbed my leg behind my knee as he eased himself down on top of me. “Relax.”

The weight of his body on top of me did relax me. He sank down further, his eyes still locked on mine, as our lips connected. He kissed me slowly and tenderly as his hand slid under the small of my back, lifting me so our bodies were pressed tightly against each other.

His mouth tasted faintly sweet from the tequila. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as I ground my hips against the growing erection under his jeans.

He pulled back and frowned at me. “Slow down, Batgirl. It’s only three o’clock.”

I almost laughed. “Ooh, Milo’s going to take all day to seduce me.”

He rolled his eyes as he leaned in to kiss my neck. “Just give me a few minutes and you’ll stop referring to me in third person.”

He kissed my jaw and I smiled. “How am I going to refer you?” I asked, as I softly raked my fingernails over his lower back.

He shuddered as he kissed the corner of my mouth. “You’ll be calling me big daddy.” I laughed harder than when he tickled me and he poked me in the side. “Oh, you just wait. Stand up.”

He stood up and watched me with a seductive look in his eyes as he waited for me to stand.

I faced him and he smiled. “Put your arms up.” I tried not to roll my eyes as I raised my arms and he lifted my T-shirt over my head so I was standing before him in my bra and unfastened jeans. “Turn around.”

I turned my back to him and he quickly unfastened my bra then grabbed my hips to turn me back around. My bra straps fell loosely down my shoulders and he watched as I let it fall to the floor.

He gazed at my breasts for a moment before he looked up at me and shook his head. I pushed my jeans down until they hit the floor and I slinked out of them. I stood before him in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties feeling more empowered than I had all day. I knew Milo had been waiting for this day for a long time and, now that it was here, I realized I had been waiting for it, too.

He shrugged out of his hipster T-shirt and jeans, but he didn’t stop there. He took off his designer underwear and my eyes widened.

He was huge.

I thought Luke was big, but I had gotten accustomed to leaning forward when I was on top. When he was on top, he would watch my face for signs of pain to make sure he wasn’t going too deep.

But, apparently, that was nothing. I was seriously afraid of the erection pointing at me at that moment.

“Oh, my,” was all I could say as I stared at it. He stepped toward me and my body tensed. “Oh, God.”

He chuckled at my obvious trepidation. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Part of me wanted to grab my clothes, run out into the street naked, and hitchhike home. Another part of me, a very curious part of me, saw this as a challenge to be conquered. I wrapped my fingers around the base and my hand didn’t even cover half of it.

“I can do this,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. I looked up and I could see he was holding back his laughter. “This is not funny. That… that looks lethal.”

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me toward a door to the left of the wall where the TV was mounted.

It was a home gym, complete with two treadmills, weight machines, floor mats, and exercise balls.

“What the hell? Are you going to make me work out first? Do I need to bench press a hundred pounds to qualify?”

“Nah, I’ve got something a little more exciting in mind.” He rolled an exercise ball onto the middle of one of the mats and patted it. “Sit down.”

I raised my eyebrow. “You’re not kidding. And I find it strangely hot.”

I sat on the ball and he knelt in front of me. “I am going to give you the most intense orgasm you have ever had in your life.” I gulped as he pulled my panties off and spread my legs open as I sat on the ball. “Lie back over the ball.”

“Really?”

“Really. Lie back.”

I took a deep breath and he held tightly to my hips as I lay back until my head was upside down. Before I could complain about the fact that I wasn’t facing the mirror, his tongue parted my fleshy folds and found my center.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered.

Something about being in this position made me feel both totally powerless and totally in control, as if I were a queen being tended to by a servant. My thighs rested on his shoulders as he held tightly to the ball to steady me. But it was his tongue that was the star of the show. He licked me softly then firmly making my lower half quiver while the blood rushed to my head, making me feel slightly panicked and dizzy. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain I had never experienced.

“Oh, yes.”

His tongue massaged me in a rolling motion and I could feel the orgasm building throughout my entire body. I shuddered as he gently rocked the ball back and forth.

“Oh, God!” I whimpered, as my legs clamped around his head and my entire body curled inward then collapsed over the ball as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

I swore the ball was going to roll sideways and I was going to fall off, but he somehow managed to hold it steady until my body stopped trembling. He slowly rolled me forward to lower me down until I was sitting on the mat.

“What the hell was that?” I whispered, as I tried to catch my breath. My legs were still shaking and my arms were a bit wobbly as I attempted to lean back.

“Lay back and relax.”

My arms shook as I lowered myself back until I was lying before him.

“Don’t wrap your legs around me this time,” he said, and I had a feeling I knew why. He wanted to be able to control how deep he entered me.

He slid forward between my legs, but I pushed down on his shoulder to stop him before he entered. “Do you have a condom? I haven’t been taking my pills.”

“Come on. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Once we reached his bedroom, where his nightstand was stocked with a lifetime supply of condoms, everything went hazy. It turned out Milo did know tricks I had never heard of, and it took a bit of self-inflicted amnesia to let him teach me those tricks without thinking of Luke.

I woke to find the other side of the bed empty, but still slightly warm. I ran my hand over the silky sheet for a moment before Milo walked in wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and a gray hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

He grabbed his phone off the dresser and slipped it into the pocket of his shorts. “Kickboxing. I go every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. You can stay. I’ll only be gone a couple of hours. Feel free to make yourself some coffee or whatever the hell you do in the morning.”

I rolled out of bed, making sure to keep the sheet wrapped around me. “It’s no big deal. If you’ve got stuff to do, I can get dressed pretty quick. Have you seen my shirt?”

He watched me from the doorway with a bemused expression as I clung desperately to the sheet. “Brina, relax.” He walked toward me and my body tensed. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“Kickboxing?” I muttered, as he looked me in the eye, his face just inches from mine. “But you’re so…?”

“Geeky? Yeah, that’s what the kids at school used to say until I started kickboxing.”

“Aw…. Was little Milo bullied?”

He reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear as he leaned in to kiss my neck. “Not for long,” he whispered in my ear before his lips fell over my skin.

I drew in a sharp breath as his right hand slid around my waist while his left hand cradled the back of my skull. He forced my head to the side to open up my neck, as if he were a vampire getting ready to suck me dry. His lips moved softly over the curve of my shoulder, up my neck, until he reached my jaw. He pulled back and looked me in the eye and that’s when I realized I had dropped the sheet. He never attempted to look at my body as he held my gaze.