Fitting The Pieces (The Riverdale Series Book 3) Read Free

his
boxers. She closed her hand over his dick just as he slid his fingers under the
lace thong she wore. He bit back a moan as he dipped his fingers into her slick
folds. Before he could think of, all the reasons he shouldn’t, he ripped her
panties down her legs, shredding them in the process. She didn’t make a sound
as he slipped them off her leg in a rush. She glanced up at him and that’s when
he noticed the condom in between her fingers. He pushed his pants down in a
hurry, along with his boxers. He took the wrapper from her trembling hand and
pulled the condom out. He rolled it over the head before she took over and
finished slipping it over the length of him.
                Cara braced her hands on the side of
the desk, her eyes closed as he drove himself into her. It didn’t matter how
wet she was, she was tight and with each inch he slid inside her he felt her
muscles clench all around his dick. He looked at her as he slid himself out.
Her eyes were still closed, so he pressed his finger under her chin and leaned
over, his lips a breath from her ear.
                “Open your eyes and look at me.” He
whispered gruffly. Her eyes fluttered open under his command as he drove
himself back into her, her body arching in response. He wanted her to see it
was him who was making his way inside her. He wanted her to know it was him she
was wrapping her legs around bringing him deeper inside of her. And if only it
was this one time he’d get to be with her, he wanted her never to forget it. He
wanted her to suffer right along with him, because he was sure from this point
forward he’d never be the same.
                His hips crashed against her, flesh
smacking against flesh, and he could feel her tighten around him. Her nails
clawed at his shoulders as the friction their bodies created rubbed along her
clit and brought her to the edge. He kept his eyes on her as her body awakened
in a violent outburst. She writhed and shook her head as if she was fighting
herself not let herself feel what was happening. Her body won the battle and
she cried out as her back arched and her walls clenched around him.
                Cara was a sight on a regular basis,
but watching her as she came was something raw and beautiful. An image he’d
never forget, one that set his own orgasm off. He thrust into her again before
he exploded buried to the hilt inside of her.
                Luke braced his hands on either side
of the desk as he tried to control his ragged breathing. He didn’t know what to
do. Did he kiss her? Did he take her in his arms like he wanted to and promise
they’d figure this out? He pulled back slightly and searched her eyes, in hopes
to find the slightest hint of what she’d wanted from him.
                Her eyes never looked up at him
though. He didn’t press either instead he pulled himself out of her and
carefully discarded the condom. He heard her hop off of the desk and when he
turned around, she was tugging on the hem of her skirt. He slipped himself
inside his boxers and buttoned up his jeans. Say something, he told himself.
                Cara dressed as quickly as she
possibly could without turning around and facing him. He ran his fingers
through his hair roughly. “Cara.”
                She turned around abruptly finishing
with the buttons of her shirt. “Don’t.” She said her voice was hoarse and full
of remorse.     Her eyes brimmed with
unshed tears and a haunted detached look that disturbed him.
                Luke stared at her for a moment,
watching as she struggled to hold back her tears. He hated himself in that
instant when her eyes met his again. She closed her eyes for a moment as if to
put on a mask of sorts and when she opened them again they were cold and her
stare was hard.   More than a little
confused by the mixed emotions playing in her expression, he took a step back
giving her