Page 10 of Such A Good Guy
Though Luke was tall and lean, I felt corded muscles underneath my warm fingers.
My stomach lurched.
Fuck, I didn’t think our flight had been that bumpy. But apparently I was still a little motion sick.
I closed my fingers around the succulent and pulled my arm out of his.
“Just a little something,” he said. “I know you must be feeling kind of low.”
“I don’t know how to feel,” I replied, brushing the plant’s soft leaves.
Luke had always given me presents with no hope of anything in return. That was one of those things that made him such a good man.
If I’d had the confidence to, I could have encouraged him anytime I wanted. He was tall and handsome and a really sweet guy. Just not for me.
CHAPTER 3
Luke
Is she pregnant?
As our limo speeds through the early autumn evening, I force my breath to slow down.
On the leather seat across from me, Luna is glowing with life and energy, but then she always is. Her dark, velvet-black hair is wound into a bun, with the little strands falling down her elegant neck, and my eyes gobble up her dark big eyes, those lashes sweeping across her cheeks.
I want to take those lashes in my mouth and suck on them, lick them so devotedly that one comes off in my mouth and I swallow it down reverently.
But she’s awake, so I can’t.
Her mouth is a perfect plump pink, and I try not to stare at her belly, her tits, wondering if they’re filling with milk already, wondering if that’s my baby in there growing strong.
My skin is buzzing so hard with the idea that she might be pregnant with my baby that it makes it even harder to drive down that feral monster inside me and act like the kind of guy she’s always said she wants.
Kind, thoughtful, emotionally self-aware and engaged, respectful and gentlemanly
I can be those things.
But my monstrous desires are crawling through my skin, wanting to burst from my flesh, and my fists are tightened so hard nails are cutting into my palms.
But the pain doesn’t calm me down, doesn’t stop me from wanting to grip her by the hair and shove my cock past those pink lips.
There’s only one thing that can calm me down when I’m afraid that jagged beast inside will come out.
But I’m nervous.
Don’t touch it
Don’t touch it
It’s going to look suspicious if I reach under my clothes and start fiddling with it. But I can’t help it. It would calm me down, I know it.
Words like, “You look fucking amazing. Now take your panties down and spread your pussy or I’ll spank your round little ass” or “I need you so badly precum is soaking my goddamn thighs” hover on my lips.
But she said it’s better to appreciate women for their accomplishments, so I don’t.
“How’s your shop doing?” I ask instead. “Were you able to compensate for the increase in shipping costs with the whole-goods bulk rate?”
Her lips twist up as she looks at me.
