*Sang*
Tuesday was more of the same. I woke up nestled between Kota and Victor which severely decreased my desire to get up and go to school. I was thrilled they both stayed, but sadly we didn't have time for any fun before school. Kota saw Mr. Morris's car was back on the street from my window which led to a heated discussion of how to play off the fact that Victor's car was in my driveway overnight. Eventually both boys snuck out the back; Kota headed home and Victor went to Nathan's through the woods. After everyone had gotten ready we all met back up in my driveway, hoping Mr. Morris would see Victor walk over from Nathan's and not think too much of his car being at my house.
I rode to school with Victor and the rest of the day was deceptively normal. Classes, flirty texts. I'd love to say that night was as exciting as the one before, but alas with Mr. Morris watching once more the boys thought it was too risky. In fact, between Academy work keeping them busy, Marie voicing her discontent at every turn, and Mr. Morris watching my house the boys have been unwilling or unable to stay over at all this week. But today is Friday and I'm determined my dry spell will be ending.
There's a home football game tonight, so I selected my outfit for the evening with Silas and North in mind. A dark blue and black plaid pleated skirt that doesn't come close to meeting the dress code and a matching blue shirt in a soft jersey material. I'm also wearing Silas's lucky wristband, though it doesn't really match the rest of the outfit. Sean's working at the hospital tonight, Gabe and Nathan are holding down the fort at the diner and Kota, Owen, and Victor are out on assignment. Luke was probably supposed to be working at the diner tonight, too, but when I asked him to take me to the game he said yes before I even finished the question.
Unfortunately it's too cold for a short skirt and thin tee, so I added black tights, black boots, and a white Columbia jacket; I learned my lesson after the first football game that Kota took me to. I'm just giving myself a last look in the mirror when the doorbell rings; I can't help but smile. Normally Luke would just walk in, but I think he's enjoying the idea of our date night. I open the door with a wide smile and drink in the beautiful boy on my porch. Luke is wearing jeans that are distressed and hug him in all the right places and a light blue hooded zip-up over a white t-shirt. The hoodie is unzipped and the t-shirt clings to his chest and stomach in a way that makes me want to forget going to the game altogether.
"Damn," he mutters under his breath, pulling me back to the moment, "you look fantastic, Sang Sweetie. My brother is going to be drooling over that skirt." Well that was the goal, after all. I step out onto the porch and Luke wraps me up in his arms; holding me tight to his chest he buries his nose in my hair and inhales deeply before pressing a quick kiss to my temple. Pulling back he asks, "you ready to go? Or," his voice drops to a whisper, "do you want to skip the game and stay here instead?"
Mmmmm, "As tempting as that is," I tell him, "I promised North and Silas. But," I quirk an eyebrow at him, "I was thinking maybe I'd spend the night at your place." His grin is broad as he nods his approval.
I step back into the house to pick up the overnight bag I packed and then lock up. As I turn back toward the driveway I notice for the first time that North's Jeep is there. I turn back to Luke, "nice ride." He winks as he opens the door for me, "North's been with Silas all afternoon; I knew he wouldn't miss it." When he starts the car a rock song I recognize streams out of the speakers, I think it's an AC/DC song. He reaches to turn it off but I grab his hand, "Don't, I like it." He smiles at me and leaves it. After putting the car in drive he threads his fingers through mine and holds my hand, tapping out the beat with his fingers as we drive to the school.
After buying our tickets Luke heads straight for the concession stand, "wouldn't be much of a date if I didn't feed you, would it?" he asks with a wink. After we are loaded down with hot dogs, nachos, and soda we head up to the stands. He lays down a blanket he brought from the car to insulate us against the cold of the metal bleachers and then we sit down and dig into our food. The cheerleaders are out on the field practicing their halftime routine and Luke keeps up a running commentary on their (lack of) grace; I'm laughing so hard at his quips I almost choke on a piece of hot dog.
As I cough and continue to giggle Luke laughs next to me while thumping me on the back, "sorry, Sweetie, you okay?" I nod through the last few cough/laughs and lean my shoulder into his chest. He leaves his palm between my shoulder blades and my cheeks warm at the tiny display of affection. I love having his arm around me, but I hope no one is paying attention to us, I don't want Silas to have to deal with more rumors. The cheerleaders clear the field and a rumble comes from the stands across the way as the opposing team takes the field. After they've lined up on their sideline the fans around us start to stand in anticipation. Luke squeezes me to his side and presses a quick kiss to my head before releasing me and standing to cheer on his brother and Silas as they run out with the team.
I get to my feet next to him and clap and yell as the Ashley Waters team takes the field. I spot North and Silas more easily now that I know what I'm looking for. They slow to a jog and pause side by side on the 20 yard line, searching the stands. Before I can even try to wave my hands and get their attention I'm releasing an involuntary squeal as I fly through the air. Luke dipped down and scooped me onto his shoulder, wrapping his arm tight around my hip and standing, lifting me up like a cheerleader. I grab at his head and his arm trying to steady myself, but I don't need to worry, Luke has a firm grip on me and I'm not going anywhere.
I curl my ankle around his rib cage, counterbalancing my weight and with a hand on his opposite shoulder to steady me further I lift my free hand to wave to them, a huge grin on my face. Silas spots me first and claps North on the back, pointing in my direction. They both wave happily and then blow synchronized kisses in my direction and my heart warms at their display. After they turn and jog off to rejoin the team Luke pulls me back down to my feet, being careful to keep my skirt down. I stand for a moment with his arms around me, catching my breath from the adrenaline rush. Luke grins down at me and for a moment I get lost in his brown eyes. Suddenly with a quick shake of his head and a squeeze to my hips he lets me go and turns his attention back to the field. I close my eyes and take a moment to remind myself why it is a supremely bad idea to kiss him right now and step back to his side, turning toward the game.
*Sang*
We win the game 34-28, thanks in large part to North and Silas who were clearly the stars of the show as far as I'm concerned. Maybe I'm biased. Luke and I head back to the Jeep and debate if we should wait for them or just tell them to meet us back at the Taylor house. When we saw Greg leaning against a pick-up two spots down from the Jeep we shared a look that clearly said we're leaving now. We hopped into the Jeep and just as Greg's eyes locked on me and he stood up from the truck Luke put the Jeep in drive and we took off. I texted both North and Silas as Luke drove and then sat back, linking my fingers with Luke's once more and enjoying the ride with the eldest Taylor brother.
We pull down the long driveway and I take in the details. North's trailer is dark, which is to be expected since he's still at the school, but the main house is dark too. Once Luke pulls into the garage and turns the Jeep off so we can hear each other again I ask, "where's Uncle?" Luke glances over his shoulder at me and there's a definite twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he answers, "away for the weekend." My eyebrows rise as my interest peaks, "the whole weekend?" Luke just smiles as he nods. My heart rate accelerates at the possibilities of an entire weekend uninterrupted.
I come back to the present as Luke opens my car door for me and reaches in to take my hand. He grabs my bag out of the back and leads me toward the house, clicking the Jeep locked as we walk away. As soon as we get through the back door he tosses my bag to the ground and spins on me, wrapping his arms around my waist and wasting no time covering my lips with his. My arms circle his neck and I return his kiss with enthusiasm. The sexual tension has been building between us all night and I am completely ready to release it.
His lips move over mine and he bends, reaching low with both hands he runs them up the backs of my legs and then slides them roughly up toward my ass. His fingers curl in, brushing against my inner thighs and when he reaches my ass his fingers brush lightly over my core before his grip tightens and he straightens, lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs instinctively around his waist and grind down against his growing erection. He releases a growl against my neck and turns, taking us deeper into the house.
A few steps later I'm set down on a hard surface and realize he's only made it as far as the kitchen table. His mouth coasts over my cheek and neck while his hands are busy unzipping my jacket and peeling it down my arms. Once I'm free of it I lay my palms flat on the table, leaning back slightly to open myself up to his exploration. His mouth moves over my collar bone and then he tugs on the bottom of my shirt, stretching it down so that the lace edge of my bra is visible over what was a fairly modest scoop neck. His tongue traces the newly stretched neck line of my tee and he gathers the material from the bottom hem up, preparing to lift it off me all together.
As his knuckles brush against my breasts he pauses and pulls back, looking me up and down. A thoughtful look crosses his face and he releases one side of my shirt. With a gentle push he coaxes me to lie back on the table and then pushes the shirt up just under my breasts, baring my stomach. "The guys would kill me if I deprived them of seeing this outfit. Guess you'll just have to keep it on for now." And with that declaration his mouth descends on my skin once more, now trailing down my stomach, his tongue circling my belly button. I close my eyes and my fingers gravitate into his hair, my fingers slipping through his soft locks as his mouth gets lower and lower. He moves right past the waistband of the skirt and kisses my hip and upper thigh through the fabric, then his large hands rub down my sides, past the skirt, and back up my thighs, pushing the skirt up as he goes.
"I think you can lose the tights, don't you?" I nod eagerly, I didn't want to wear the tights anyway. He hooks his fingers into the waist and tugs. I wiggle side to side, helping him slide them off and enjoying the wet trail his tongue leaves behind as it explores the newly exposed skin of my hip and upper thigh. Luke only gets the tights down to my knees before we both realize the boots have to come off first. He makes quick work of them and then steps back as he pulls the tights all the way off. His eyes glaze over a bit as he gazes down at me; still technically dressed but almost completely exposed. He rubs a palm over the stiff member I can see outlined through his jeans and then peels off his zip-up.
I pop up onto my elbows to get a better view and press my fingertips hard onto the table, wanting to grab hold of him, but holding back to enjoy the show. I am mesmerized by the way his tee clings to his chest and stomach and the way his muscles stretch as he moves; first to pull the zip-up off and then as he kicks off his shoes and reaches down to remove his socks. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure building in my core. His hand goes back to rubbing along his hard length as he watches me squirm and then he slips his free hand under my right knee and slides it down the length of my calf, straightening my leg and lifting my foot.
He lifts my foot up level with his face and presses a kiss to my ankle. His right hand grazes over my calf and then the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, followed closely by his lips. He hooks my knee over his shoulder, squatting in front of the table, and turns his head to kiss along the opposite thigh, eventually laying that leg over his shoulder as well. With his eyes fixed on mine he slides me closer to the edge and then he lowers in face, pressing his nose against my lace covered mound. With his eyes still on mine he inhales deeply and his lids flutter shut. "Fuck, Sweetie, you smell so good," he growls out. I spread my legs a little wider, desperate for his mouth on me, and he finally gives me what I'm craving. He tugs my panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off, and then plunges his tongue as deep as he can get.
I let out a strangled cry and tip my head back as my eyes close. He works magic with his tongue, flicking and stroking and probing. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire and a tingle starts to spread; I never want it to end and am simultaneously desperate for the conclusion. When he slides one long, slender finger into me my core clenches tight around him and I explode; every muscle contracting and shaking with my release. As I come back down Luke stands; drawing his finger out of me he slides it into his mouth and sucks my arousal off his skin.
I need him inside me and sit up, reaching for him. I lift his shirt to get to the button of his jeans and am momentarily distracted by his tan, tight abs. I lift his shirt higher, running my lips and tongue over his muscles. My mouth makes its way down to his jeans and I remember what my original goal was; as I slip the button through the hole and reach for his zipper the back door flies open and we both instinctively turn towards the noise. North steps into the kitchen with Silas a step behind him and stops in his tracks when he sees us. "Thank fuck you're here, brother," Luke tells him, "this outfit wasn't going to last much longer."