Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Let’s take a shower,” Luke said standing and bringing me with him. He stepped out of the tub and holding my hand helped me out and pulled me into the shower. He angled us both so that the first jets of cool water were not hitting us. When the water warmed, we moved, standing under it. Luke washed my hair, massaging his strong hands into my scalp. I leaned back against him, letting him support all of my weight. “Stay awake for me baby. Just a little longer, I promise,” Luke said to me. I couldn’t believe I was letting him bathe me. Who was I and where in the hell was Dallas Knox. I noticed Luke’s hands were no longer on my body and I turned to see him bathing himself.
“Want me to wash your back?” I asked surprised by the fact that I really wanted to. He gave me a smirk then handed me the sponge and turned around, placing his hands on the shower wall. I took my time, washing him slowly. Enjoying the way the water and soap trickled down his back, over his toned muscular ass, and onto the shower floor. I must have lost track of the time, caught up in the pleasure of bathing him, because he broke through my thoughts saying “Hey babe, I think I’m clean.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly stepping back with the sponge. I was so scared I would do something wrong to disappoint him. Not because I was afraid of a punishment fuck. Lord knows I would be instigating fights in the future to get that again, but I wanted to please him and make him happy. It made me happy.
“Stop apologizing for everything darlin’. It’s not a big deal,” he was smiling down at me. The water dripping off his face was so sexy, I was afraid I would need another shower-a cold one. Luke shut off the water and we climbed out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I dried my hair and body, then wrapped myself up and followed him into the bedroom. He handed me a black t-shirt and I slipped it on and climbed into bed. I watched him as he slid on his tight, gray boxer briefs and climbed in beside me.
“How are you feeling, and don’t lie to me,” He asked me firmly. I loved all of his personalities, but this one was my favorite; in charge, no-nonsense, bad ass, biker boy Luke.
“I’m sore, more than I thought I would be, but it is a delicious feeling,” I answered truthfully. The aching between my legs was intense, but the reward of having him at my side was worth it. Luke surprised me when he leaned down and kissed me. His mouth was so velvety soft on mine that I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not. His warm tongue slid over my lips and I opened my mouth, inviting him in. He held onto the side of my neck, tilting my mouth up to his and rubbed his thumb softly across my jaw. It gave me chills the way he kissed me. It was almost as good as his love making-almost.
“Good night baby,” he said, kissing my head and pulling me into his arms. I was asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
Chapter 11
I opened my eyes and Luke’s chest was staring back at me. I was still folded into his arms. His slow, deep breathing let me know that he was fast asleep. It was still dark outside and I wandered just how long I had been out. I remembered what woke me when the cramp in my stomach started again. I slid out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Oh God please no, Lord please, no. I chanted silently on my way to the bathroom. The nausea was setting in and I knew that I was going to vomit. Probably that nasty ass lamb from the party, or all the liquor I consumed while I was there. The mayor probably poisoned me. I made it to the bathroom and managed to close the door before my body jerked into the first dry heave. I hated to throw up. I would rather have my leg amputated with a spoon. I wasn’t very graceful with it either and I knew it. Chances were, this bathroom was gonna look like it belonged to a middle school on chili day by the time I was through. I dry heaved again, trying to keep the noise to a minimum and trying to hold down the food that was forcing its way up my throat. I knew it was coming. It was inevitable. I managed to pull my hair behind my neck as my retching began.
“Dallas!” I heard Luke call from the bedroom. Oh shit, just what I didn’t need. Forget what I said about wanting Luke to take care of me. Right now, I just wanted him to leave me the hell alone. I tried to tell him to stay away, but I couldn’t even catch my breath. I flushed the toilet, hoping the swirling water would distract me from the nausea. No such luck. It just kept coming. After my stomach was empty, I began dry heaving, my whole body convulsing with each horrible gag. Hands were in my hair and a cold rag was on my neck. He was here. Rubbing my back and keeping my hair out of my face. My body finally calmed and my stomach settled. I laid my head on the toilet, trying to catch my breath. Luke handed me the towel from around my neck and I wiped my face, blowing my nose in a not so discreet way.