Fitting the Pieces (Riverdale #3)

“So am I.” he said automatically. He wanted to feel her flesh to flesh. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around his cock more than he wanted to draw his next breath. Fuck it, this was Cara, he thought and he gave in to his ultimate desire.

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her lips as he wrapped his arms around her and slowly lowered her back onto the sheets. Cara spread her legs and he settled himself between them. He pressed his palms into the mattress on either side of her head and pushed himself up, looking at where they would join, lining the engorged head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He was poised and ready, he lifted his eyes to hers. Those hazel eyes, giving him all the permission he needed to see this through. He kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’ve waited my whole life for you, Cara. I just didn’t know it was you I was waiting for.” He whispered, moving his lips to her mouth as he worked his cock slowly inside of her, stretching her slowly and steadily to fit him.

She gasped, not sure if it was because Luke was moving inside of her or if it was his declaration. She was pretty sure it was a combination of both. She had sex before, she had even made love before, but what they were doing was unlike anything she had ever known. It was as if their bodies were created for one another, and then she replayed his words back in her head. Maybe, just maybe they were both waiting for one another, and neither of them knew how life would change and bring them together. He filled her to capacity and she arched into his thrust. His hips jerked and he slid out of her, only to push right back inside. In and out, inch by inch, he picked up his speed, frantically. Her body was on fire as she matched his pace. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold back from releasing, a heat curled low in her belly, spreading through her body. Luke thrust in and out of her, his face etched with determination, little did he know she was there, she felt the friction he created along her clit and was so close to seeing stars.

Christ, he forgot what it was like to be bare inside of a woman. But the last time he was, he would bet his life on it, it didn’t feel like this. It was sensational having his cock buried inside of Cara, the walls of her pussy clamping around his dick as if it was made for her and her alone.

As far as he was concerned, in this moment, he was made for her. Just as he knew with his whole being that the woman who writhed beneath him, clawing his back as she began to come, screaming his name, was made for him. He lifted a hand off the mattress and gently turned her face. Those eyes… He forced them to look into his. This time she would know it was him, giving him that mind-blowing orgasm. It was him driving madly into her, coming right along with her. It was him and she wouldn’t forget it, this time. He slammed inside of her, once, twice, and grunted into her neck as he came inside of her.

Cara clung to Luke in the wake of their orgasms, sheen of sweat covering their tangled bodies as they struggled to catch their breath. After a few moments he lifted himself up, relieving her of his weight while he looked down at her. Strands of her hair had plastered to her face and he gently moved them away. She found his eyes and smiled softly at him, and noticed for the first time in a long time, Luke looked… well, he looked relaxed. As if he wasn’t reaching anymore.

“You okay?” He asked tenderly, searching her eyes.

Cara lifted her hand to touch his clammy cheek, lifting forward to kiss his lips lightly. “I’m so much more than just okay, Luke.” She smiled reassuringly. “And for the record, you’ve completely earned your nickname, Stud Muffin.”

He chuckled slightly bending his head to meet her lips again, thinking he found his heaven on earth.





Chapter Twenty Two


Nick glanced down at his watch before he looked back at the entrance to the dining room. There was no sign of Luke or Cara and it was only a matter of time before people started to ask questions. He and Sam would be taking off for the airport after breakfast with their family and friends, to embark on their honeymoon. He scanned the room his eyes falling onto his beautiful wife, who was surrounded by her parents. She looked up, her eyes found his and she winked at him. He was one lucky son of a bitch, Nick thought, smiling at her in return. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried Luke’s cell again. It didn’t even ring anymore and went straight to voicemail.