Page 27 of Hell House
Lukas
I’m laying in my bed, with Skye just a few feet away wrapped up in her blankets. Every noise she makes is torture. I had to find a different spot to eat at dinner, so I didn’t stare at her like some creep as she licked the homemade ice cream Graham had made for our new guests. Double chocolate flavored with and cream on top. I don’t know where the dude found cherries, he was a freaking food genius, and was able to obtain whatever food he desired on our remote island. I guess with his family’s restaurant connections it wasn’t too surprising.
I try and still my thoughts, letting darkness sweep me into sleep, but I’m unsuccessful. Instead I find myself tuning into the low moaning sound Skye keeps making. Fuck it’s so hot.
I wrack my hands down my face. Having her within reach and not be able to do anything about it is killing me.
I don’t know what it is about this girl that has me so captivated. Besides her obvious beauty, there’s a goodness to her that follows her around, but there’s a darkness too. Like she’s been hurt but made it through to the other side, and damn if that doesn’t intrigue me. I’d been hurt more times than I could count but felt like I was drowning in it.
Ever since I’d found Mom… no I couldn’t think about that tonight, even though that was the moment that forever changed me. Sometimes I wondered what it would have been like if she had chosen different, and not left us. Sometimes, I was ashamed to admit, I wondered what I would have been like if Pierce had been the one to find her. Or Dad. I rub the rose on my hand, feeling the sense of guilt eat at me. If I had gotten there just a little earlier. Had I noticed the signs, just maybe she’d be here still, and I wouldn’t be so broken.
Shit, I promised myself I wasn’t going to go there tonight.
“Lukas…”
My entire body goes rigid hearing my name out of Skye’s mouth. The room is too dark to see anything, but I hold my breath to see if she says it again.
I swallow, my heart hammering against my chest. “Skye?”
I wait to hear her response, but only hear the soft whine of an inhale. I let out a grumble. It’s only night one, how am I supposed to do this for the rest of the year? Maybe I could desensitize myself…
Skye lets out another moan, and my head snaps to the side trying to make out if she’s awake, but it’s too goddamn dark in here. Is she dreaming about me?
I hear a rustling in her sheets and some mumbling that I can’t make out.
Great. Just great.
“Are you awake?” I venture, holding my breath for her response. I hear more rustling.
“Don’t you feel weird sharing a room with someone you don’t even know?” Her light voice asks and it’s music to my ears. I inhale, turning in the dark to face her.
“What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know.” She thinks for a moment. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Black.”
She lets out a laugh. “Figures.”
“Why what’s yours?”
“Blue.” She sounds exhausted. “Together we’d make a bruise. Black and blue.”
“Eh. That’s not so bad.”
“Why not?”
“Bruises are a reminder that you survived the pain.”
“That’s incredibly insightful for this late at night.”
“Get some sleep, Skye.”
I wait, listening as her breathing becomes steady. She lets out a little moan and Lust takes notice. The sound takes me from zero to a hundred. I can feel the sensation of desire spreading from me to the room around me. It overwhelms me to the point where I need to grip my cock to release this pressure.
“Ugh oh my god, Lukas yes.” I hear her whisper and it sends me over the edge.
My lips tug up into a smirk, I knew she wanted me. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
