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“I want you looking at me,” he demanded, voice now hoarse.

I tried to look at him but my eyes were half-mast, I was deep in a hot-sex fog and I couldn’t focus.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m gonna come just watching you.”

I smiled, leaned forward, thinking to kiss him but instead I gasped his name just as I cl**axed, hard, my mouth against his.

I wasn’t even close to finishing before he flipped me to my back. My arms wrapped around him as he lifted my h*ps and slammed into me, over and over again, prolonging my orgasm and once the first one was done, another one rolled in right after it. Luckily, the second one coincided with Luke’s.

It was heaven.

In the end, my manipulate a macho man plan only half worked.

I won on the Family Meeting, lost on the Range Rover and tied on the living arrangements.

I could live with that.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Two Kinds of Women

In the middle of the night I woke up, limbs tangled with Luke’s in Nighttime Alpha Position.

I pressed into him, he fell to his back, I rolled over him and he came with me.

I settled on his other side, assuming Nighttime Beta Position, hooking my thigh around his hip.

His arms came around me. “Babe,” he muttered, voice sexy-husky-drowsy.

“No pain tonight?” I whispered.

His arms got tight. “Not anymore.”

I cuddled closer to his warm, hard body then I fell back to sleep.

* * * * *

Wake up call number one:

Luke, sliding the covers down my back while saying softly, “Ava Babe.”

“Sleepy,” I replied as I snagged his pillow and hugged it to my body.

I heard a chuckle, my torso was pulled up, I kept hold of the pillow at my chest as I was twisted and the pillow and I hit something solid. I burrowed my face into Luke’s neck as I wrapped my arms around him (and the pillow) and I mumbled, “Kiss me quick so I can go back to sleep.”

I didn’t really want him to kiss me quickly but I did want to go back to sleep.

The pillow was tugged, it slid out from between us, my br**sts hit bare chest and my eyes opened.

“I don’t want to just kiss you, beautiful, I wanna f**k you,” Luke said.

I lifted my head to see Luke, fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around his hips, cheeks cleanly shaven and droplets of moisture still on his shoulders. As if possessed by Bad Ava (and I probably was), I leaned forward and licked a drop off his collarbone.

Then Luke demonstrated the undeniable fact that days of hunting intermixed with fighting with me, lots of sex, parking lot fisticuffs and not much sleep had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever. It was so energetic we ended up on the floor having rolled there after a short wrestling match over who would get to put their mouth (me) or their fingers and mouth (Luke) where (I lost).

After, he moved us to the bed, me on top, one of his arms locked around me, the other hand drawing patterns on the small of my back. He had a knee lifted and I was part straddling, part wrapped around his thigh, my nose pressed into the space between his ear and jaw.

Then Sissy’s idea from yesterday popped into my head.

“Luke?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you keep handcuffs on you all the time?”

“No.”

“Most of the time?”

“Depends. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

The arm locked tighter and the hand stopped drawing and cupped my ass.

“Why?” he pressed.

I lifted up on my elbow and looked at him, feeling weirdly shy even though I was sprawled on top of him na**d after having energetic, part wrestling sex. “How would you feel about being, um… cuffed to the bed and erm… letting me have my way with you?”

He half-grinned and I thought he liked the idea and it made my very sensitive, post-orgasm, special girl parts tingle.

“I like to be the one in control, babe.”

My eyes narrowed, I dropped down and started to roll but he foiled my escape plan and came with me. This meant both his arms went around me holding me to him and his thigh was pressed deep between my legs.

His hand fisted in my hair and tugged it back gently so I would look at him.

His face was not amused, it was soft. “I might not like that particular idea Ava, but I do like that you’re up for adventure.”

“I’ve just decided it’s missionary position until the end of time,” I retorted.

That’s when he face got amused. “Bullshit,” he murmured.

He was right, it was bullshit.

Still.

“Are we gonna fight over how we have sex?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I replied, sounding bitchy.

“So now that we don’t have anything to fight about, you’re inventing things?”

“I’m not inventing things! You’re not being fair. How come you get to cuff me to the bed and I don’t get to do the same to you?”

“Because I’m stronger than you.”

This was true. This also didn’t make me happy so I scowled at him.

He got close or I should say closer. “Make you a deal. Tonight, I’ll bring the cuffs. Whoever manages to get the other cuffed to the bed gets to play.”

That was hardly a good deal for me.

“You just pointed out the obvious, you’re stronger than me.”

“Babe, you’re not using your imagination.”

I have a good imagination, Bad Ava reminded me, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Me too, Good Ava surprised me, her voice sounding dreamy.

I smiled slowly.

Then I said, “Deal.”

He touched his lips to mine, eyes open, and murmured, “Never thought life could be this sweet.”

My stomach got melty. “Really?” I whispered.

He rested his forehead against mine. “There are two kinds of women. The ones you go to bed with and the ones you wanna wake up with. Lots of the first, not many of the last. If a man’s lucky, he’ll find the last.”

He touched his mouth to mine again and I took that as a definite sign I was the last.

Oh… my… God.

My whole body went melty.

“You got somethin’ you wanna say?” he asked softly.

He knew. He knew I loved him. And he wanted me to tell him.

Eek!

I shook my head.

“I’ll wait,” he said then he kissed my nose and rolled off the bed. He dressed while I watched, came back to me, sat on the bed, pulled me into his arms and kissed me long and deep.

Then he was gone.

I cuddled into the pillows, smiled to myself and went back to sleep.

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