“I love you, too,” I whispered back, kissing him again. I shook my head at him and gave him a small smile. “I can’t believe you waited until we were fighting to tell me you love me.”
He shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, saying softly, “ I was waiting for you to realize it on your own. I shouldn’t have, though. I should have just told you.” He closed his eyes and sighed, holding me even closer to him.
We didn’t sit there in silence for too long before Luke pulled me into the house and started stripping my clothes off of me before we’d barely cleared the door. In fact, we didn’t make it out of the kitchen before he lifted me up, sat me on the counter, and was buried balls deep in my dripping wetness. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me, over and over before we both exploded, the waves of release crashing over us, wrenching us under and drowning us in earth-shattering pleasure.
We stood there wrapped in each other, trying to catch our breath when the front door opened, admitting Brandon and Jackson who froze in their tracks, their eyes wide with shock.
Of course, that didn’t last long. “Jesus H., man! I eat on that counter!” Brandon wailed, but there was no mistaking the look of relief in his eyes that belied the pained expression on his face.
Jackson just winked, a secretive smile playing about his lips before he grabbed Brandon and walked backwards out the door. “We’re gonna give you a minute to get your clothes. Just holler when its clear.” He shut the door softly behind them.
Luke and I looked at each other and busted out laughing before he kissed me gently and pulled out of me, helping me down off the counter so we could grab our clothes. Once we were dressed again, he strode to the door, opening it wide and laughing when Brandon stumbled, almost falling, from leaning on the door trying to eavesdrop.
We spent the rest of the evening hanging out with Brandon, Jackson, and Allie, who showed up about twenty minutes after the guys did. I called my mom and my sisters to see what they had wanted, and was surprised when they said that Luke had been by all three of their houses to see if I was there. What shocked me even more was the fact that Luke had never been to Jenna’s house, so how the hell had he known where to go? I called Calland, as well. Luke hadn’t gotten to him; he was just wanting to know if he could borrow my house for a party. Shaking my head I told him no, and told him not to even bother calling Leah because I would be letting her know that I said no, too, to which he replied by calling me a selfish bitch and hanging up on me.
Luke wasn’t far from my side for the rest of the weekend, and I wasn’t complaining. I was almost sorry that I had to go back to work and wouldn’t be able to see him until that evening. Christmas was right around the corner and I was hoping that the time would go by quickly because Floyd always gave me the week off between Christmas and New Years. I know, kick ass boss!
I was finishing setting up a conference with a client when my other line rang. I answered the phone, pleasantly surprised to hear Luke’s warm voice come through the line.
“Hey, baby. Just wanted to call and tell you that I love you. Busy?”
I sighed. “Yeah, a little busy, but I’m always glad to hear your voice. I love you, too, by the way.” My other line rang and I quickly got off the phone with Luke before answering.
After giving my usual greeting, I listened to the silence stretching out on the line. “Hello? Anyone there? Floyd Grim’s office…can I help you?” I shrugged my shoulders, but before I could replace the phone on the cradle, a low, gravelly laugh came through. From reflex, I jerked it back up to my ear, again saying hello.
“You know, Emma, I had high hopes for you.”
Oh, God, it was Creepy. I reached up and clicked on the recorder that Floyd had gotten me; this was the first time I’d had to use it. I remained silent, not wanting to say anything, and really not wanting to stay on the phone with him, but I was hoping he would keep talking and give me some kind of clue as to who he was or why he kept calling me.