“Probably.”
“I’ll see to him.”
“Okay.” Luke grins at me before turning and walking out of the kitchen. It seems that, even leading up to us getting married, Luke isn’t going to be completely honest with me.
Can I really marry him when I know that he is keeping secrets?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Turns out that I am a better actress than I ever thought possible. I have managed to contain my thoughts about Andi, and possibly Deana, over the last few days. I haven’t told a soul. I haven’t mentioned it again to Luke, and I don’t intend to…yet.
I am quietly led in the bath enjoying a long soak and a glass of wine whilst Luke is taking care of Oliver downstairs. I haven’t given Deana an answer yet in regard to my maternity leave being cut shorter than planned. I still haven’t made up my mind. That could also be put down to the fact that my mind has been a cluster-fuck of random thoughts over what Luke may be hiding. I replay the conversation I heard him having the other night on the phone, when he thought that I was sleeping, over in my mind.
“I told you that I didn’t want Charlie being hassled in any way, but you went and bumped into her any way,” he says, sarcasm lacing his tone with the word ‘bumped.’ Obviously, I can’t hear the other person speaking, which is so frustrating, so I only have Luke’s side of the conversation to go on. I am perched on the bottom step of the staircase and Luke appears to be in the lounge. I just hope that he doesn’t decide to walk out, because if he does then I will be busted for eavesdropping on him.
“For fuck’s sake, Andi, how many more times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to leave here on some wild goose chase.” Wild goose chase? What is he on about? He works in construction for God’s sake.
“I’m not going and that’s final. I don’t care what kind of shit I’m going to get from the top… You need to leave my family out of this… It’s my job to keep them safe… It better not be like the last time, Andi. I’m serious. I nearly lost her for good. I won’t let that happen again.”
At this point, I hear Luke move about and I lose my nerve. I quietly but quickly tiptoe my way back up the stairs and climb into bed. I knew there was something amiss, and hearing his conversation just now has confirmed it. And I have an awful feeling that, somehow, what happened with Ricardo and Gavin is going to come back and haunt us.
I sigh as I try to figure out what it is that I am missing in all of this.
“Babe?” I hear Luke shout from outside the bathroom door.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in a minute?”
“Sure,” I reply. Luke opens the door, and his eyes immediately zone in on my legs which are resting on the side of the tub seeing as I am led down but I am too long for the bath. The fire ignites in his eyes. I love that I can still do that to him.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Well, I’ve just put Oliver to bed, and I was wondering if you might need some attention from me right now?” He quirks one eyebrow and I feel my lips pull into a smile.
“Oh really?” I decide to drag this out a little bit. Just to get him going. “Hmmmm. Can I think about it and get back to you in about half an hour?” The look of shock on his face is priceless. I burst out laughing.
“Minx,” he says as he comes over to me and bends down, capturing my mouth in a heated kiss. I let my tongue slide against his and I let out a soft moan as his hand makes its way up the inside of my leg. We haven’t had as much sex as we usually would have, due to being new parents, so I switch my mind off and just enjoy the sensations that are flowing through me.
His hand reaches my pussy, and he gently parts me until he finds my sensitive spot. I pull my lips from his and he trails kisses down the side of my face until he reaches my neck. From there, he licks along my collarbone. I grip his arms with my hands and hold on to him as he continues to work me into a frenzy.
“Luke,” I whisper as I release a shaky breath.
“Hmmmm,” he mumbles against my skin. He inserts one of his fingers into me, and I part my legs more, allowing him easier access. His tongue circles my nipples one at a time. His touch is so soft, and I need more friction as I get closer to release.
“I need you inside me,” I tell him. With these words, Luke removes his hands from me and lifts me out of the bathtub.
“Luke!” I squeal as he lays me on the bathroom floor. He undresses himself as I watch. The floor is dripping wet, but I couldn’t give a toss. All I can focus on is Luke’s manhood which is stood to attention. When he is completely naked, he lowers himself down and I spread my legs, allowing him to nestle in-between them. The smile gracing his face makes me even hotter.
“You ready?” he asks as he pushes himself against my opening. I am rendered speechless at the intensity of the moment, so I just nod my head in response.
“Oh God,” I say as he slowly starts to push into me. I wrap my legs around him, urging him all of the way in. When he is fully sheathed in me, his lips reconnect with mine. Our groans mingle together as Luke’s rhythm picks up pace. He holds my arms above my head, pinning them down. My breasts rub against his chest, causing a tingling to work its way down to my core. My climax starts to build again. I hear a shift in Luke’s breathing to signal that he is getting close, and I clench every muscle within me to intensify his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lips. I run my tongue along his top lip which elicits a deep growl from within him. I meet each thrust as Luke quickens the pace. I clench harder. I cry out as I hit my peak. I free fall through my release, Luke following seconds later, calling out my name. He slows the pace as we work through our combined orgasms. He stills on top of me, our panting being the only sound in the room. Luke releases his hold on my hands, and I let my fingers run through his hair. He places his hands either side of me and places a gentle kiss on my lips.
“I can’t wait until you officially become Mrs Sanders.”
“Me either,” I reply, genuine in my answer. Whatever may be going on, I know that I want to be Luke’s wife more than anything. And if I eventually do find out what he’s been keeping secret, I hope to God that it isn’t anything that could break us. Because if it were to break us, then it would break me. And I don’t know if I would ever fully recover.