The Sweet Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 8

LUKE

After I got home, I decided to do my assignments and catch up on my books. Now I'm in the backyard training alone. Though I'm training, I'm thinking about Jane, that girl is invading my mind like crazy, I've never felt this way about anybody in my life but her, everywhere I am, she's there. It's like she's plastered her image in my mind and whenever I see her, my body, my heart, my mind just react in some strange ways, my heart skips everytime. I can't breath, I can't think, I just can't function around, she's got me in the palm of her hand, she's directing my every move. I don't understand what's happening to me, I can't sleep without thinking about her.

I've been with many girls before and I've never really felt anything for them, I just used them but Jane, I don't want to use her, I see myself building something with her, something serious. I don't think I will ever find anyone who makes me feel this way, she's not even my type, I usually go the Kylie Jenner type of girls, she's the totally opposite but damn she's beautiful. When I first saw her, I was lusting over her but it's not lust anymore, I want her, I need her in my life. I feel like if I can get her and be with her, everything else would just fix themselves. What is it about about her? She's not special.

Oh she is special, special to you.

I'm going to get her, I will do anything to get her, I won't give up until she says yes to me. She is going to be mine, I don't care if I have to wait a year for her, I will.

I've even stopped training, I'm busy thinking about her. I should call her, I just need to hear her voice, maybe I will be satisfied for today. I miss her the smell of her hair, her body in my arms, her lips against mine, I miss cupping her face, staring in her eyes. I reach for my phone, I dial her number and call her, it rings but she's not answering. I try again but it goes to voicemail, maybe she's busy, she did say she'd be with Erika today. I'll just leave her a text message.

Hey Sugarplum! I tried calling you but you're not picking up, I guess you're busy. I just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about you and I miss you.

I press send and wait for her to respond but she doesn't. Maybe she hasn't seen it yet, I should continue practicing, she'll get back to me when she's seen it.

"Luke, dad is asking for you," my little brother Adrian informs me. What does Roger want now? I am in no mood to fight with him today, I'm in a good mood thinking about Jane and Roger is about to ruin that. Don't get me wrong but in all honesty, I hate my father, I hate him more than the devil himself. He doesn't give a damn about us, he's never here, his work is the only important thing in his life, not his sons. If I was killer, I would've killed him long ago but I can't, my brother loves him, he's always hoping that someday he'll change. He'll never change, he's proven that many times, even our mother was like him, they were never present. If Monica wasn't our keeper, I don't know what would've happened to us, to me, because I basically raised Adrian with Monica's help. I hate that man with all my being, with every beat of my heart.

I drag my feet heading to the house, I get to the living room and find him already seated down with a smile plastered on his face, manipulating his phone. I wonder who's making him smile like an i***t, I've never seen him like that before.

"Son, glad you could join us," he starts.

Son?!

He's never called me son before, he's always calling me a lot of negative names, insulting me, today he's calling me son. Whoever is on that phone must be good, they must be doing him good. I'm sure it's work, it always is.

"So..." he starts again. "As you both know that ever since your mother left us, I haven't been the same."

"What same are you talking about?" I mumble in between my teeth so that he doesn't hear me.

"Her death nearly killed me but I pulled through, I overcame everything. I had to be strong for you two and thankfully I'm still here with you."

"Why are we here, Roger?" I finally get the guts to ask him, I'm in no mood to listen to his speeches, I don't give a f**k if he nearly died or not. Matter of fact he should've died, he would've done a lot of us a huge favour. His late wife died so why couldn't he just die with her?

"Father to you, Luke," he stammers.

"Whatever, just say what you want to say, I really have to get back to my training," I stare at him with an empty expression to show him I don't give a damn about him and his speeches.

He gives me that 'I will whip your ass look.'

'Only if you knew how I want to whip your lanky ass, Roger.'

I think to myself waiting for him to continue to say whatever he wanted to say.

"Well I have good news," he mutters.

"Good news?" Adrian questions probably confused by his sudden behaviour.

"Yes, I am getting married." He states causing me to choke on my saliva. I didn't expect that, I expected him to tell us he found a new client like always but marriage, no, I didn't see that one coming. I've never seen him with a woman ever since our mother died. Where did she come from? Why haven't we seen her before?

"Great, I was getting tired of you now I have to deal with your new wife. Way to go, Roger, you've finally managed to ruin a good day for me. I'm out of here," I tell him standing on my feet making my way upstairs.

"Luke I'm still talking," he yells.

"I'm not interested, tell Adrian, he'll narrate everything to me," I say climbing the stairs and stop at the top turning to him. "Oh yes! Congratulations," I continue heading to my room.

"Getting married my ass," I mumble slamming the door behind me. I seat on my bed with my earphones on trying to block everything invading my mind but not Jane.

Damn! Just thinking of her name makes me smile like an i***t. I check my phone for any messages or calls olfrom her, I get nothing, disappointment washes over me. It's been half an hour now and still nothing from her. I scroll through my gallery and find one of her pictures, I look at it smiling like there's no tomorrow. What's up with her? Why am I so attracted to her? I'm like a love struck teenager.

You are a teenager, fool.

Of course I'm a teen, but why am I thinking about her everytime? I should just rest, I put my phone on my night stand and close my eyes listening to my music hoping to sleep but as always, nothing happens, I'm fighting a losing battle. She is in my mind, everytime I close my eyes, I see her.

"Luke, stop it, stop thinking about her," I tell myself but I lose everytime. I start tossing and turning on my bed trying to block her.

Making up my mind, I get up, taking my car keys and my phone and leave. I'm going to see her, I want to spend time with her. I head to the garage, get in my car, I start it and drive off.

"I'm coming, Sugarplum." I think to myself.

JANE

I just started sleeping after doing my assignments, Luke has been calling and texting me and I didn't respond of course. He can't make a fool of me. How dare he ask me out knowing he has a girlfriend? Am I just a joke to him? He's been stringing me all this time and I almost, almost fell into his trap. He will not play me, I'm not that desperate for a boyfriend.

The door bell rings disturbing my thoughts about Luke. Who's that now? Why can't people just stay in their houses and stop bothering others? I hate this city already, I miss Seattle.

The door bell rings again making me groan in annoyance kicking my feet on my bed. I slowly get off the bed, leaving my room and make my way downstairs. The person outside rings the bell again, irritating me.

I swear to God, I'll kill whoever is behind that door.

"Why don't you just break the damn door once? I yell turning the door nob to open. "I swear to God I'll kill you whoever you..." I immediately swallow as soon as I open the door, realizing Luke is standing on my porch. He smiles as soon as he sees me, I just melt in front of him, mixed emotions running through me like a tidal wave.

Why do I melt everytime I see him? How does he manage to control me? It's almost like he has a spell on me, he is good, I give him that.

"Hey beautiful!" He starts, my cheeks start burning, butterflies running in my stomach. What is he doing to me? Why do I always become weak in front of him? What effect does he have on me?

"What are you doing here?" I ask trying so hard to keep a straight face.

"I called you and I left you text messages," he tells me.

"Yeah, I saw them."

"And you couldn't get back to me?" He asks.

"I was busy."

"Clearly. You're gonna invite me in or what?"

"I'm quite busy inside so I don't think it will be right for me to invite you in."

"I don't mind mind, I will just sit and watch you do what you do," he says.

"I don't think that's..." I don't finish my sentence, Luke invites himself in, looking around as if he's searching for something or someone. I close the door behind me and remain standing there.

"Where's Erika?" He asks.

What?

He came all this way to ask about Erika.

"I don't know, why?"

"Weren't you supposed to spend girl time together?"

Shit! I forgot I lied to him.

"Oh! Yes, we were but..." I cut myself short, I can't find the right words to use.

Busted!

A knowing smirk appears on his gorgeous face sending electric shocks inside me.

"You lied to me," he chuckles.

"What? No I didn't, I just..."

He comes towards me slowly, pocketing his phone. I back away but the door blocks my way, he traps me by putting both hands at the sides of my head so I'm stuck between him and the hard door.

"You lied to me, Sugarplum," he whispers sending more goosebumps down my spine. He stares down into my eyes, I have mixed feelings of excitement and anxiousness.

"Fine-" I say in a low voice.

He stares silently for a short while. He then with one hand caresses my cheek before tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. My prying eyes immediately look at his lips, I bite my lower lip, looking back at his eyes. He looks at me doing so and then he swallows.

The s****l tension is taking over in both of us, I want him and by the look in his beautiful eyes, he wants me too. No words are shared but everything is said by our eyes.

"I know I said I'd wait but..." he keeps quiet, his eyes looking at my lips then back into my eyes.

"But what?" I ask him.

"But nothing," is his simply response before he backs away, giving me space to breathe, I let out an exasperated sigh of relief.

"You still have that hot chocolate?" He asks.

"Um... yes, I'll make some," I say heading to the kitchen.

"I'll make it, don't worry. Just show me where it is," he says.

"It's okay, I'll make it" he puts his index finger on my lips.

"I insist," he says.

"Okay."

He makes his way to the kitchen, I follow behind and show him where everything is then I sit on the high chair and watch him as he gets busy. I start to drool when he turns his back on me, I watch his back and how hard it is, his muscles start flexing as he keeps moving.

"Like what you see?" He mutters.

He caught me.

"Hmm?"

"You're staring," he smirks.

"You're being a dog right now."

"A hot dog right?"

"Go to hell."

"I'll go if you go," he says.

It's no use arguing with him, he has an answer for everything. He pours the coffee and hands me my cup, he takes his then comes to my side.

"What does your mom do?" He asks sipping on his coffee.

"She's a doctor."

"Nice and your dad?"

"He owns a construction company in Seattle."

"Explains the car you drive, it's dope," he amuses, I find myself sming at his comment.

"Thanks, I guess."

"You guess? No Sugarplum, that's not good enough," he mutters.

"Hard luck."

"Ouch!" He jokes holding his chest pretending to be hurt. "That hurts, deep inside." I just laugh my lungs out putting my cup on the counter.

"You're a case."

"I know, but you laughed, meaning I won," he says.

"Whatever," I say. "What are you doing here really?"

"You want the honest truth?" He asks, I nod.

"No lies."

"I missed you so I came here, that's the honest truth," he says staring at my eyes, silence fills the room. We remain staring at each other's eyes for a short while until I speak:

"That's a biggest lie."

"I'm not lying," he mutters. "I'm not lying, I did miss you, very much so I decided to come see you."

"You couldn't go see your friends?"

"I wanted to see you and I'm not going anywhere if that's your way of chasing me out," he says.

"Okay."

He looks at me confused like he heard wrong.

"What?" He exclaims. "Okay?"

"I see it sounds better coming from you."

"Now you're a case."

"Welcome to the club," I amuse, we both laugh.

"What are we watching tonight?" He asks.

"Tonight?"

"Yes, I said tonight," he stammers getting offhis chair, standing in front of me.

"You're not staying until tonight, forget it," I tell him.

"We'll see about that," he whispers in my ear and comes back to my face staring into my eyes. I stop breathing inhaling his sweet scent.

The s****l tension rises up, my heart is beating like it's going to pump out of my chest. We both move our eyes to our lips then back at each other. Before I realize I lean in, and our lips touch in a slight manner. He gives me a short yet sensual kiss that leaves me wanting more and without further ado I lean in again to actually kiss him, he puts his cup and mine aside, kissing the living daylights out of me.

I wrap my arms around his neck while he pulls my waist closer to him, our bodies touch. Then he breaks the kiss and goes down to my neck, nibbling, I moan. I gasp when he lifts off the chair, I immediately wrap my legs around his torso. I feel his bulge grow in his pants poking my inner thighs.

"Luke." I moan out his name.

He put me on the counter making me lie down. Gosh! I need him so much.

"Bend your knees," he orders me.

"I-"

"Trust me, bend your knees."

I do as I'm told, he spreads them wider kissing my inner thighs. I shiver when I feel his intoxicating breath against my skin. He slides his hands under my shirt, I have no bra on. He cups my breasts and caresses them sofly, he carries on with his attacks, kissing my tummy. A gasp escape my mouth when he pinches my sensitive n*****s. I'm getting really wet and I love the heat building inside me. He glides his hands down my waist and pulls my skirt up to my stomach and kiss me there.

He goes back to kiss my inner thighs, nibbling and sofly biting my skin, making me whimper and gasp then he kisses me through my panties making me still a little. He pulls my panties down my legs causing me to close my legs, he takes my underwear and puts it into his back pocket. He smirks, spreading my legs again and then I feel his thumb separating my folds and strokes my c**t.

"Hmm..." I moan while he strokes it carefully and slowly, building the heat in me and making my head spin.

"Ahh..." I begin to move my hips, his stroking fingers, my eyes roll in the back of my head. He increases his pace and I begin to grind my hips faster trying to make him please me more.

He began to rub faster, exactly the way I wanted, also pushing his finger inside me making me gasp.

"Luke."

He adds another digits, I raise my hips grinding and moving with his rhythm. Before I know it, I feel his the warm of his tongue on my c**t licking me up. He pushes his tongue into my little hole, I moan out loud. He rubs and licks me making me go crazy with the sensation, I struggle to keep my eyes open.

"Oh yeeees!" I grind my hips faster and faster meeting his thrusts and my walls clench around his finger as I feel my release building up.

"Oh my gosh!"

"Come for me," his words encourage me to grind faster. With one arm he manages to get me to sit up, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to a kiss.

"Ohh ahh!" I kiss him continuously.

"Come for me, Sugarplum," he says on my neck, I bite his shoulder. My walls clench even tighter around his finger, I struggle to open my eyes.

"Luke! Oh God!" I gasp.

"Let it all out, baby.

Before I realize, an o****m hits me like crazy, my head falls on his shoulder and I bite him again.

"Oh, yes!" I nuzzle my face on the crook of his neck and he holds me tighter as if he'd never let me go.

After minutes, I manage to weakly raise my head and look at him in the eyes. He winks and smirks at me, I bite my lip to hide my blushes.

"You're biting your lip," he says, I move my eyes to his lips and he leans in to kiss me deeply.

"Mmh..." he moans against my lips driving me crazy then he breaks the kiss. We stare at each other for seconds.

"Please be mine, Jane," he begs sending goosebumps to my spine.

"What about your girlfriend?" I ask surprising myself, I didn't plan on asking that.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"I mean Hope," I tell him, he chuckles.

"Hope is not my girlfriend, she never was and never will be," he says.

I give him a suspicious look, I bet he's lying to me, he's a player after all.

"I'm serious, we might have done something but that's it, we were just having fun. I want you, Jane, only you."

I freeze for a while not believing what I just heard, Luke wants me to be his only girlfriend.

"If you want me to beg, I will," he continues. "I'm asking you to give us a chance. I know we don't know each other that much but we'll work on that. Please."

I can't stop myself from smiling like a little girl, we stare at each other, I see the fear in his eyes, he's afraid of being rejected.

"Will you be my girlfriend? My first ever girlfriend." He asks, I nod meekly.

"Yes."

"Really?" He doesn't believe me.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend," I say and the fear I saw in his eyes slowly disappears. His eyes are sparkling again, a sincere smile plastered on his face.

"You almost had me there," he says leaning forward to kiss me so sensual and deeply. I love his kisses, they're possessive yet tender.

We kiss for a short while then we pull back resting our foreheads together.

"I promise you won't regret your decision," he mutters.

"I know," I say and he smiles wider and kisses my forehead and hugs me to tight.

He is amazing, everything about him is amazing, kisses, hugs, touches, everything.

Lord, please don't wake me up from this dream.

"On one condition though," I say.

"Anything."

Can we keep it between us for now, please."

"Okay, I can do that, I like stolen moments, makes it more fun and kinky," he jokes.

"You're such a pain."

"I know."

"Can I have my panties back now?"

"No, I'm keeping this one."

"That's gross."

"I think it's great, plus you're my girl now so get used to it," he says kissing me and pulls back biting my lower lip making sure to linger, I giggle running my hands on his shoulders then on his hard chest. I'll never get enough of him.

Gosh, he's so yummy.