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A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, its much appreciated. See, I got reviews and I post. But don't expect everything to be like that. The whole oil thing, well, I actually wrote a story like that, not involving them. Don't ask. As always, R&R or whatever! Thanks!!
Sophia's POV
After what had transpired between us, I tried to avoid Luke like he was the Plague. It didn't help the fact that he sought me out every chance he got. Worse that I was staying at his place.
Now, one might wonder why me, Sophia Donner, would be staying at Lucas Cates' house. And one also might be shocked to hear that it was my dad's idea.
Ok, that's not entirely true, but it's close enough.
See, Dad went off on this Cop Talk in Seattle for a week or something, and he refused my request to stay at home alone. And I couldn't stay at Kit's, since well, I was waking up with wolf's eyes almost every morning now. So I had to stay with someone. Mrs. Cates heard us arguing (or more like shouting at each other) and offered her place. Dad wasn't all to thrilled with the idea, but it was the best offer we had. She would be there most of the time so her son couldn't deflower the Sheriff's only daughter, she had room to spare, and she was pack. Plus, I think that it was getting sort of lonely with just her and Luke.
So I guess it was more of Mrs. Cates' idea.
Anyway, I was going insane, trying to avoid Luke while he spent almost every minute trying to find me. Which wasn't hard for him.
I know that Mrs. Cates' suspected something, but she didn't say anything. How do I know she suspected something? Well, the fact that I wouldn't even look at him when we were eating dinner, and that I tried to evade any sort of physical contact with him might have been a clue.
Let's face it, it's hard not to touch that man. And he wasn't making it easy for me either. One time I tried to watch TV, the arrogant bastard had the nerve to sit right beside me! I was not going to play the game, I decided, and calmly walked away.
Ok, so I lied. I freaked, jumped up and scampered away.
Hell, he was plaguing my mind. It was bad enough that I was dreaming of the guy, he didn't have to flaunt himself around when wasn't sleeping.
Yah, I dreamed about the guy. And the things that we did… Well, Dad would so forbid me from ever coming back here again.
It would start out ok. He would be giving me a massage with scented oils. Though, at first, it wasn't sexual. I know it wasn't, not for either of us. But then…
Well, the boy is very good with his hands. The scent of the oil made me think sultry thoughts that made my nether regions quiver. The way his hands would move up and down my back so gently, like a lover's caress, would make my blood afire. He would touch me and his fingertips would leave a burning ache in their wake. I would crave more of his touch. His hands across my back made me want to purr like a cat, or moan in a voice thick with sensuality. Instead, I kept my hands by my sides, tightening my grip on my closed hands, my fists balled so I wouldn't reach for him. Still my grip tightened, my going knuckles white. I could almost feel my nails breaking through my skin. I was having a hard time trying not to pant, resisting the urge to arch my back in ecstasy. It felt so good, the way he explored my back with his oil-slicked hands, going lower, lower. He stopped and I had to control myself from whimpering. I wanted to scream, wanting him to continue the sexual torture he put me through. I looked behind me to see why. He was pouring more oil in his hands, rubbing them together to heat it up. A satisfied smile graced my face, and I was pleased to know that my own orgasmic hell would continue. His glistening hands returned to the place on my back where he had stopped, once again putting me in a lustful animalistic state. I never wanted his hands to stop touching me.
I would wake up at that point, panting, eyes bright like a wolf's, sensing my own lust in the air. And believe me, there was a lot. Enough to go into the next room, his room, and wake him. I could sense him beyond the wall, wanting me the way I wanted him, knowing that he knew I wanted him.
I wanted more than anything to be able to walk to his bedroom door and go through without looking back.
What's stopping you? You might ask.
Three words: Mom and Dad.
Yes, those three words were the only things stopping me from giving in to my carnal fantasies. But those three words were enough to stop me.
My Dad would not only kill Luke; he'd kill me too. And he'd have broken a promise to my mom. Now, I'm not sure if what she meant by Keep her safe was the same thing as don't let her flip, so I'm pretend like that's what it is. So, for as long as it is in my power to do so, I will not flip.
Never said it was going to be easy though.
Especially with Luke Cates around.
