Chapter 41 : Overcoming the Past

Cat POV A limo pulled up beside me, and Luke opened one of the back doors from the inside. He motioned to me, and I slid into the limo beside him. "We can go back to the villa if you'd like," he said, pulling the door closed. "Yes, please," I said, nodding. Luke gave the instructions to the driver and then leaned back in the seat. He slung an arm over my shoulders, and I leaned against him. I didn't know how this suddenly became the norm, but I was loving every second of it. "I was right about this not being such a good idea," I said, sighing. "Why would you think that?" Luke asked, turning his head to me. I kept my eyes on the partition between us and the driver. I'd told Luke I'd had a run-in with Aaron and Fiona, but it was a lot more than that. "Aaron was being a complete ass," I said, twiddling my thumbs. "Yes, you mentioned that he and my sister were fighting because he'd tried to get you back." "Aaron took me aside, pulling me into a closet.... He said all these things about his marriage to Fiona being fake and really wanting to be with me, begging me to come back to him…" I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I had already told him part of that, but not in so much detail. "Well, I did not see that coming. I thought he learned his lesson the last time," Luke said, chuckling. "I turned him down flat. Well, I was a little harsher than flat. Fiona caught us, and Aaron completely changed his tune, telling her how much he loved her and that I was jealous," I continued. "So, you and my sister got into it a little?" Luke asked. He picked up the broken strap of my dress and then let it fall back into place. "Until I told her I'd kick her ass and she might lose her baby," I said. "Not my finest moment." "And are you?" Luke asked, running his finger up and down my arm where the dress strap used to be. "Am I what?" I asked, turning toward him slightly. "Jealous," he clarified. "Oh, no. If nothing else, this whole thing showed me just how much of a scumbag he is," I explained with a heavy sigh. I leaned against Luke again. His warmth was so comforting against the limo's cool air. "Then I'd say it was a good idea for you to go," he said. "I'm sorry that Aaron is still trying to get to you." "I don't know if he'll ever stop," I admitted. "Well, once the baby is born, I'm sure his attention will be focused elsewhere," Luke suggested. "Let's hope." I closed my eyes and ran over everything in my mind that Aaron had said and done, then how he changed when Fiona showed up. He was a con artist. Fortunately, not a very good one. At least, I didn't think he was very good. Fiona seemed to buy into it. "I know Aaron is a bad guy. Fiona and I aren't that close, but I feel bad that she's stuck with him. She isn't the nicest person herself, but this guy is bound to make her miserable," Luke said with a sigh. "You didn't try to stand up for her before, tell her that Aaron wasn't right. Isn't that what older brothers usually do?" I asked. "Sometimes. In Fiona's case, if I tell her not to do something, she wants to do it more. If I tell her to do something, she thanks me for my permission," he explained. "Your family is a little messed up," I commented. Luke chuckled and squeezed my shoulder. "Aren't they all? At this point, if I did anything to Aaron, it would cause problems between me and my family. I'd much rather be far away, living a quiet, private life." "That sounds nice," I admitted, leaning against him again. The limo left us at the entrance boardwalk. We headed back to our cabins. Luke slipped his arm through mine and walked me to my cabin door. We paused out front. "Thank you for pushing me to go to the wedding," I said, looking down at my expensive shoes. "I'm sorry about the dress." Luke waved off my concerns. "Don't worry about it. I'll bill my sister." I giggled and looked at my doorknob. Biting my lower lip, I slowly raised my eyes to Luke's. "I'm sure you're tired from the day's festivities," he said. I thought he was going to leave, but he didn't move. Shrugging, I opened the door. I held it open and nodded for Luke to follow. "Not that tired," I said, giving him a seductive look. He grinned and swooped through the door behind me. Luke slipped his arms around my waist from behind and held my back against his chest. He kissed my bare shoulder and nibbled on my neck. My skin felt warm, and my stomach dropped. I reached around and grabbed the back of his head. Luke walked forward, guiding me to walk toward the bedroom ahead of him. When we got to the end of the bed, he slipped the one remaining strap on my dress down my arm. The dress, which barely held onto me in the first place, slid down my body and pooled on the floor around my ankles. Luke ran his hands up and down my bare sides before snapping open the clasp on my strapless bra. Tingles ran over my body, and I shuddered. From behind, Luke cupped my breasts and gently played with my nipples. I hooked both hands on the back of his head as his lips moved up and down my neck. I moaned as his hands moved down my stomach and slipped into the waistline of my panties. He pushed them down my legs, and I wiggled my thighs together until my panties joined my dress on the floor. Stepping out of the bundle of fabric around my feet, I lifted a leg to the bed and reached for my fancy shoes. "Leave them on," Luke demanded huskily in my ear. I nodded, my stomach fluttering. I had never felt so sexy and wanted in my life. Luke squeezed my hips and nudged me forward until I lay down on the bed on my stomach. He knelt on the bed behind me, running his hands from my ass to my shoulders. With strong, powerful fingers, he caressed me from head to toe and back up again. I squirmed under his touch, my core heating as his featherlight touches shot jolts of pleasure straight into my cl*t. I lifted my hips off the bed, moaning and panting as he ran his fingers up my spine. Luke grabbed the back of my neck, holding me in place. I couldn't turn my head, but I heard the zipper on his pants. He leaned over my back, the silkiness of his dress-shirt sliding smoothing against my spine. I shuddered and bit my lip as another moan rose to my lips. The inside of my thighs was slick with arousal. I wanted him inside me. Needed him. Luke's fingers tightened at the back of my neck, and he slipped his other hand between my legs, gently coaxing my thighs apart. His fingers brushed against my slit, and he slid two of them inside of me. I gasped and lifted my hips into his touch. He slid his fingers against my insides, curving them and stroking against my inner walls. I writhed around on the bed, moaning as his fingers pulled me deeper and deeper into bliss. When he pulled his fingers away, I groaned in frustration and lifted my hips again. Luke leaned in and moved his hand to kiss the back of my neck. He nibbled lightly, and my fingers clenched around the comforter, balling it up in my hands. I felt Luke's thick, hard c*ck press against the cleft between my ass cheeks. He moved his hips slightly, his shaft rubbing against my skin. Lifting my hips, I pressed his throbbing er*ction between my butt and his stomach. Luke gasped and pressed his weight on me more heavily. He sat back on his knees, using them to push my legs even further apart. My p*ssy ached and begged for him. Luke coaxed my lips apart and pressed his heated, mushroom tip to my entrance. I gasped and held my breath, gripping the comforter tighter as he moved inside of me. My core blossomed and unfurled with pleasure, and I moved my hips back, pressing against him. Luke leaned over me again. He grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the bed with his hands and his hips. Relentlessly, Luke thrust inside of me. His c*ck stretching my insides pleasantly and sending shock after shock of pleasure through my entire body. My legs trembled, and I squirmed on the bed. I moaned and lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. My swollen cl*t throbbed, needy for some kind of friction. Luke seemed to know what I needed, and he released one of my wrists. He moved his hand between my legs, and his fingers found my engorged nub. He started rubbing it in perfect, blissful circles. I cried out in pleasure, my legs shaking even more. Luke covered my back with his body. He kissed my neck, his lips hovering close to my ear. Each breath was ragged and husky, heating my skin and sending shivers down my spine. He released my other wrist and wrapped his arm around my body, pinning me to his chest. Moving my hips back and forth urgently, I felt myself getting closer and closer to a divine release. Moaning, I twisted back and forth on the bed. Luke's fingers circled again and again around my cl*t, my muscles spasming and clamping around his firm c*ck. Moaning and groaning, Luke thrust faster and harder, his heavy breathing on my neck. I reached around and grabbed the back of Luke's head, trying to hold him as close as possible as we moved together, getting closer and closer to sheer ecstasy. Suddenly, I cried out and sobbed as pleasure racked my body, making me tremble and shake and twist against Luke. He groaned in my ear, then kissed my neck, and his arms tightened around me as he released. In the aftermath of our climax, Luke clung to me, his cheek on my back. He panted, his arms still around me. We stayed like that for a long time, breathing heavily, stuck together with our tangled limbs and sweaty skin. Reluctantly, Luke released me and got off of me. He still had his shirt on and his pants were only around his knees. When I rolled over, I was careful not to accidentally stab him with my sharp stilettos. I took the shoes off and let them fall to the floor before I collapsed in a blissful puddle on the bed. Luke removed his clothes the rest of the way and snuggled up next to me. He pressed his cheek to mine and spooned me. My eyelids grew heavy fast, and we fell asleep together.