Fitting the Pieces (Riverdale #3)

“Hi.” He said cautiously watching as the wheels in her head began to turn.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” She whispered softly as she lifted her head from the pillow and pressed her mouth to the corner of his. Her lips drifting across to the other corner to kiss softly before she took his lower lip between hers and sucked slightly on it.

“No Spunky, you’re not.” He said against her mouth, his lips quirking in the slightest of grins as he went to work on taking control of the kiss. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips slipping inside for a taste. He was about to ravish her mouth when he heard the banging on the door. He slowly pulled away from Cara his forehead touched hers. He waited a beat to make sure he wasn’t hearing things and then it started up again, this time louder and harsher. He was going to kill whoever was on the other end of that door.

Cara tapped his chest with her fingers and he looked down at her, her eyes suddenly were as wide as saucers “Luke! Oh my God, what time is it?” She pushed him off of her.

“How should I know?” He said grumpily staring down at his hard on. The banging became consistent now and he heard the muffled familiar voice of Nick. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his pants, silently vowing to kill his friend for interrupting his morning.

“That’s Nick, isn’t it?” She groaned not wanting to actually know the answer. She pulled the sheet up and tucked it under her arms, scanning the room for the slightest scrap of clothing. Flashbacks of stripping out of her dress on the terrace flashed before her, causing another groan. She dropped her head into her hands.

“Cara sweetheart, since Luke’s being an ass, mind opening the damn door?!” Nick shouted pausing only a moment from banging mercilessly on the door.

“I’m going to kill him.” Luke muttered as he zipped his slacks up, leaving the top button undone. He looked over at Cara, who was sitting wide-eyed in the center of the bed. She clutched the sheet to her body as if it was a shield. He didn’t know what was going through that pretty little head of hers, but he was sure by the look in her frazzled eyes, she was retreating.

Luke turned and padded into the other room of the suite. He stared daggers at the closed door as it vibrated beneath Nick’s fist. He pulled the door open and glared at his brother-in-law.

“Unless you’re here to tell me there’s a fire and we’re being evacuated I suggest you turn the fuck around and run…run fast too.”

Nick rolled his eyes and shoved the plastic bag from the gift shop he was carrying into his bare chest. “Yeah, you’re fucking welcome.” He looked over Luke’s shoulder to see if Cara was around before he settled his eyes on his friends. “You’re about a half hour late for breakfast. Throw your damn clothes on and get your asses downstairs before people start asking questions.”

“I don’t give a damn who asks questions.” Luke said evenly.

“Oh no?” He shrugged. “My mistake, so we’re going public with the Luke and Cara relationship?” He swiped his brow with the back of his hand sarcastically. “Well, that’s a relief. Carry on then, I’ll just tell the other’s your banging each other’s brains out and are skipping breakfast. Sam will be upset she didn’t get to say goodbye, but hey, we’ll take one for the team!” He pumped his fist in the air. “Team Lara all the way.”

Luke heard the shower turn on and he glanced back at the closed bedroom door before he looked back at Nick, who had his arms crossed against his chest and a smug smile on his face. This must be his version of payback for all the shit he gave him about getting with his sister. Karma was a bitch.

“I forgot about the breakfast.” Luke growled, running his fingers through his hair.

“Well to be fair, it seems you’ve been busy.” Nick said in a matter of fact tone.

“Did anyone notice?” Luke asked. He really didn’t give a damn who knew he was with Cara anymore. For fuck’s sake he had, the only person who matters blessing, and he carried that proof in his wallet but by the look on Cara’s face when they woke up to Nick’s intrusion, she cared.

“Probably but no one said anything yet. I mean, come on after your Patrick Swayze impersonation last night? They probably expect you to pull Baby from a corner and dance your way into the dining room.”