Chapter 63

Clothes were removed slowly. But that kind of made it even better. To prolong this awesome night, which I soon realized was the night I've been secretly dreaming spending with him (you pervs know what I mean). After all, I've been looking forward to this impossible idea for a long time. It was going to happen; I could feel it vibrating in my bones. Like I said, I was feeling like a girl... I mean even more so. So call me pathetic - and shut up - when I say that my insides felt to nearly be quivering in anticipation. Because tonight I was going to have sex with the man I love.

He kissed me, and took my body tightly against his. In the sweetest but most heated way possible. Our limbs wrapped together over the ruffled blankets along the mattress, and I don't recall ever feeling this way before. Just... pure love for him and the need to make him happy to the point of surrendering myself to him. I just wanted him; it was like a fire burning that felt just so damn good. And we gave ourselves over to each other to burn in that fire. Until all that was left was just my panties, my bra, and his boxers.

The sensation of his bare skin on mine when we removed our shirts and pants left me breathless. So warm... his scent too alone warmed me as I breathed him in from being so close. He did the same as well. Especially right now, as he just buried his nose in my hair, his mouth moving and teasing the skin along my neck.

Moaning at his sweet lips, I let my hand slide up his back, trailing along his dressing against his upper back I forgot about. After all, the last thing on our minds was our sore bodies. I even forgot about my own bandaged back. Of course, this didn't slow us down any. It was too beautiful of a moment to slow down. When my fingers reached his neck and slid up into his soft and slightly curly hair, I gripped him gently and held him against my neck more. Even arching it for his sweet lips.

"Luke," I breathed out into the dark air around us. My eyelids slowly fell shut, taken over. I welcomed it... so much. One of his hands delicately slid up my bare stomach, so softly and slowly. Until I could feel his fingers crawl up my chest, resting on my breast. His other hand, a mystery until now, found the back of my neck once more. And those cool fingers that sent shivers over me twined in my tight hair below my bun. And I could see where that hand was heading from a mile away that I was already smiling as he continued kissing my neck.

As I guessed, his fingers reached up and found my bound hair. And the source as his fingers started to pick at my hair tie. In the process, his mouth became even stronger. It made me laugh slightly. "Is my hair getting you excited?" I said; my laugh was cut off by a moan when his lips magically massaged a sweet spot behind my ear. As if to show I was vulnerable to his touch, and to not test his position. I heard his muffle chuckle against me as he finally got my hair free, kissing back down to my neck again and I felt his teeth slide back and forth, even hitting my necklace in the process that I knew wouldn't be removed throughout this beautiful night. I could only hope that that will be the only thing remaining on our bodies by the time this is over.

"Don't tease me, lady," he said in a funny voice, making me laugh. And in the process, my legs tightened around him. I couldn't help it either, not when I felt him start to grind against my body. And his erection was at full attention I could feel now. Through his boxers, I felt it rubbing between my thighs, and pushed it up against my panties, making him break from my lips and moan himself.

He leaned up over me, his hand that released my hair was now stroking it out around my shoulders with gentle fingers. His other hand was squeezing against my breast. And I was forced to whimper as I dug my teeth into my bottom lip, it felt so good. I smirked as I stared up at him. "Then don't tease me. Bitch," I said.

He grinned down to me. "You know, I'm giving myself over to you..." he said in a seductive and teasing, playful voice. "So don't call me bitch," he said and laughed, and in the next moment, he thrust his hips harder against me. It pressed his bulge closer, making me groan. And with how playful we were... I was surprised it wasn't more awkward. But... that wasn't us, to shy away in embarrassment even with this going to be the first time we have sex together. We could laugh and play and tease and still make it so loving.

With that teasing thrust against my hips, I moaned and smiled. "I can hurt you," I warned, moving my hands up his back, over his bandaged back, to his shoulders, rubbing his skin there and saw him moan himself.

"I know you can," he said with a smile, leaning back down over me and connecting my smiling amused lips with his, taking me away again in the pleasure of just... him. His fingers on my breast played with the top of my bra, running his index finger along the skin that touched the hem. It only made me arch my back up against him more, moaning with my eyes closing. And with my back arching, he took that chance to wrap his other arm around me, grasping my back and holding me up against him as he was laying over me. Pressing more weight down purposefully... I could feel that pressure building between my knees and wanted to act on it.

Pressing harder against me, it forced my lips to break away from his in a hiss from how good that felt. God... and all that's separating him from moving inside me was his boxers and my panties. Opening my eyes as I stared up at him, he gave me a lustful gaze as I felt his hand on my back move. Move up and play with my bra clasp.

His jade eyes lit up in the soft candle light (and yeah, I know the coincidence of candles and this happening was strange). But I was happy I had that light to brighten his eyes; it was like I could stare and search deep inside him. And right now, there was... an overwhelming gentleness after that lusting look left. He gave me a small smile, and his hand on my bra moved up to my face. He was so close to me... eyes so beautiful as was his shy smile as he played with my clasp. His hand that reached my face caressed my chin and ran his thumb along my lip.

"Are you okay?" he asked me in a whisper I could barely hear, as if he was afraid to ask. I could feel the need to tell him raise in me to eliminate that worry from him. His eyes searching mine, I moved my hands up and around his neck now, one resting on his back, the other on the back of his head.

"Yep..." I said, deliberately stretching it out for my excitement. I couldn't cover my huge grin and I saw him offer me a small chuckle at my word choice and him seeing how ready I was. But more seriously, as I stared up at him, I bit my lip... and we just stayed that way for a moment. I leaned up closer and pressed my forehead against his. And though we have been laughing and teasing, I needed him to know how much this meant to me. "I'm happy I'm losing it to you. I wouldn't want this with anyone but you. Because I love you," I said in a whisper. And though I'm not good with offering up romance through words, I needed him to know how important this was for me.

At my words, I felt his breath hitch through a smile that showed his teeth. My head moving back, he stared at me as he unhooked my bra.... And it was from there, the pace picked up again. His breath was getting harder and it made mine pick up as he unclasped my bra and moved his hands to my shoulders, dragging the straps down my arms before I knew it. And though I was surprised, I was smiling like an idiot the whole time and helped him as I sat forward slightly. My heart was jumping up and down in my heavy chest, and I felt him pull away my bra and discard it on the mattress after he pulled the straps away with the bra. And then, through that fast movement, came the sweetness he packed behind it.

"I couldn't ask for a more beautiful woman," he whispered, lowering his face closer to mine. And with it, I felt his hand move delicately up my stomach and this time, his hand clasped my bare breast. His other wrapped back around my back possessively, his eyes swallowed in mine and a dumb smile matching mine crossed his features as he stared down at me. He raised and lowered his eyebrows in suggestion and I could only throw my head back and laugh at him. At his sweet amusing gestures. I felt his lips tilt down and under my chin, pressing his moist mouth to my neck. Kissing down my chest, past my necklace, and I could feel that smile remain on his face as his head lowered down in between the dip of my breasts.

My breath hitched, and I felt it instinct to want to move at his touch. But I didn't; he felt so damn good, even if this was unheard of for me. I gave him my permission, myself and I trusted him. Fully. And if his lips are getting me riled up like this, I can't imagine what it will be like if he put's his length in me. After all, I said that thing had powers; every time I was close to it, I felt compelled to go closer. Now I would folks. I was never so exposed like this before, so open.... Raw. That's what drove me in wanting more. Because this man opened me up (not like that - yet) and drilled into my desires, tricked my instincts, and made me love him and myself more.

His mouth eventually moved up and over my right breast, sucking my nipple. And it made me groan, and wrap my hand in his hair, holding him there. It made me respond... of his manipulating my body. And oh, did it feel wonderful. I welcomed it, loved it. His sweet mouth and loving caress as the hand that wasn't around my back moved up to stroke my hair. As he did so, I felt his mouth open wider, taking my breast deeper in his mouth. It made me want to melt into pieces, shivers crawling up my body. It hit my nerves with a tenderness that made me moan much louder, my eyes closed tight. Tighter in pleasure when he tongued my nipple too. Until he stopped after a couple minutes, knowing with how I was wiggling beneath him to grind against him that if he did that anymore, I wouldn't be able to handle it.

He crawled back up my body and it allowed for me to tighten my legs around him more, my arm circling his neck as my other cupped his cheek when I pushed my lips up and into his. His kiss... consuming. His head tilted, I felt his extra messy hair brush along my cheeks, making me smile as he continued playing with my own hair, causing even more sensations to run over my body and in my bones.

"This is torture," I whispered against his lips. They tilted up slightly for me.

"Good, I'm not the only one that thinks so," he replied in a husky voice, his lips hitting mine again as he gripped me harder against him. "This is how you make me feel all the time," he whispered and I felt a smirk form along his mouth. "That's why I want to make you my queen."

I groaned, rubbing my hand up and down his back and partial dressing. That was until I couldn't take it and moved that hand between us, down... and grasped him through his boxers. There was no thought, no hesitation. I just did it and wanted it and the best part was I knew it was okay. He justified so as his smirk dropped and lips parted and broke, groaning harder. And hell, he had a lot of merchandise in that package of his.... I felt him, much more detailed than before and ran my hand along it through his boxers. Oh yes. Very big.

"How are you going to make me your queen? I want a crown," I said in a matter of fact voice that made him chuckle against my lips through that groan of pleasure. He shook his head, moving back and up slightly to look into my eyes.

"Oh you want a crown now, do you?" he said, and his hands moved down swiftly to my sides, grabbing me and holding me against him. And in the next second, he sat up with me in his arms and completely moved me up closer on the mattress, letting my head fall onto the pillow as he fell over me, making me laugh loudly at his movement and his playful tone. "Then I'll get you a fucking crown, master. Jesus, it's like I'm your slave!" he said in a snotty, over dramatic, and high voice that made me laugh harder. Yet, at the same time, my hand was still on his erection when I looked down at it. Smirking, I looked back up to his eyes.

"Good. I'm going to need one after taking on this beast," I said, raising a brow and flushing slightly. My eyes looking down between us, I bit my lips and gave him my own suggestive look. He grinned with hunger at me and shook his head, moaning as he moved to lay flat over me again. And as he did, bringing his lips closer again, he laughed.

"You've got a deal," he said, kissing me harder, and he didn't waste time in moving his mouth deep in mine. And with my head now on a pillow, I felt him roll to his side too, pressing the side of his head on the pillow too as we kissed. So good... his lips tasted sweet and his breath was simply refreshing and minty. The sensations were running wild, especially now on our sides. Because now, with his weight not over me, I could easily slip my hand into his boxers. Which was exactly what I did, grasping his cock in my hand and stroking it slowly, kissing him deeply still.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Kissing, touching, with him stroking my bare skin and holding my ass close to wrap against him. Until we couldn't take much more. So it started with tugging his boxers down first. After all, there was no point if my hand was already busy with him. And as I slide his boxers down and off, kicking them away, I could feel his hands start to play with my panties as he kissed along my neck and shoulder. Until... until his heavy breathing picked up and his lips stopped, needing his mouth to breath harder as I stroked him more. It was then I felt him hook a finger around my panties and start to push one end down my hip and towards my thigh. I could feel the tremors start within me... at the excitement, the quivering feeling, and the sweet way he was doing this.

With us on our sides, it wasn't hard for him to push the other end of my panties down. Which is what he did... slowly moving it down my thighs and legs, straining as he took them off me and threw them to the floor, not pausing for a second when his lips ended up raising to meet mine again. His hand resting on my thigh, he pushed me tightly against him... our bare bodies pressed like puzzle pieces. I felt his erection against my thighs and I squeezed closer, moaning as we kissed more. And a moment later, I felt a delicate brush... one of the sheets on the mattress. He pulled it up and over our bodies... and he used that to his advantage I felt. His hand gripped the hem, and tightened the sheet, flattening me against him, making me chuckle softly against him.

However, though he tightened me, he groaned in reluctance when he broke away from my lips. And I watched him when I opened my eyes lean up on his elbow, and strain his body towards the edge of the mattress. What was he doing...? He leaned over towards the edge of the mattress, leaning up. He raised a hand above his head and he quickly reached towards a side table with a little drawer. He reached up to it and slid the drawer open, reaching in and moving his hand around, trying to find something. I watched him pull out something I couldn't quite see. But with where this was heading and the sound as he took it out of the wrapping, I knew it was a condom.

I chuckle softly, watching him move back down next to me. "Why is there a stash of condoms? In a guest room?" I asked softly, watching him take it out and move back, sliding it down his body to put it on.

Luke gave a husky scoff before he was done and looked back to me. "Dad wanted condoms in every bedroom. As he put it, to 'please every family's member that comes to stay,'" Luke shook his head. "It finally came in handy," he said, offering me a wide smile as his hands returned, wrapping around my back. Only a moment later, he pushed his body closer and his hands guided us to roll - with me on my back again and him over me as he stared down at me as I laughed at what he said his dad's reasoning was.

My breath quivered, staring up at him as I felt him press down and closer to me. His lips were an inch away... just as he rubbed it against me, making me groan. My arms wrapping around his neck and back, I twined my leg up and around his too. I smiled up to him, wanting him so bad. He only stared at me for a long moment, his hand on my back slipping up my side to my chest... up to cup the back of my neck. And with that touch, he gently raised my face closer to his and gave me a soft and fragile kiss. And when our lips softly untwisted, that hand came to cup my cheek as he stared down at me. As he stared down at me, his hand on my back slipped away and down between us, taking his length in his hand and pressing it against my entrance. And slowly... he pushed it closer.

"If I hurt you, please say something," he said carefully, biting his lip with loving eyes. It made my heart drown... in how careful he was with me. I nodded up to him. Because I knew more than anything, he would do everything he could not to hurt me. If anything, I was more worried about disappointing him. After all, this was my first time. I had the urge, not the experience with it.

With that, and giving me a light peck against my lips, he slowly moved back his lips... as he pushed his dick forward. He pushed up... up and inside me.

I gasped instantly. And in result, I felt my nails automatically dig into his back. Just as his quickly gripped my back again and his one on my cheek grasping my side the next second. His face above mine... showed a pressure. His jaw tightened at how tight I was - and it only made the fire in his eyes grow in heat. He moaned gently, pushing inside me slowly, trying not to make it hurt too bad. But that was unavoidable. He realized it too with my loud whimpers, my tight and shaky arms. He was big and this was my first time. But I wanted it so much now, I could feel the massive amounts of pleasure start to come through. And yes, massive amounts.... I never felt so overwhelmed with that good feeling before.

"Ahhh," I sighed out, breathing very hard now. His eyes never left mine until he pushed himself all the way in - which felt to me like a very long process. But now that he was in me, and I was use to his size, I moaned and could feel my thighs tighten as much as they could. I loved this... and I could only imagine how incredible the build up with be. "Fuck," I groaned, closing my eyes gently. They soon opened though as I felt Luke begin to thrust - slowly too, watching to see if he was hurting me. The pleasure was quite clear across his face though at the same time. His lips parted, his eyes caressing as he looked me over... I felt his excitement in me speed up gradually.

He gradually moved faster, and I held him tighter, grunting with every time he moved his hips deeper. With it, I eventually thrust back with him. In sync, in the love we were sharing together. His teeth eventually grinded together as I watched him, until he lowered his head and cut off my gasping lips and grunting voice. Kissing me hungrily as he moved in the sweet pattern over me. And I moved against him, moaning more as well. My tongue searched his mouth as he thrust into me, and with it, I arched my back more against his bare body, so warm and so full of delight at the power that was growing between us. His hand that was holding me with possession against my back as he moved into me, his other moved up my arching body as I groaned harder in his mouth and squeezed my breath, making my lips twist up in his more. Until I couldn't keep my moans muffled and I was forced to breath away, taking deep breaths and moaning. My hand that was on his back moved up to cup the back of his neck as we meshed our bodies together and went slightly faster.

"Albany," he whispered, staring into my eyes and penetrating my soul. Until a shot of lightning reached me - and him too as he closed his eyes and moaned. "You feel so fucking good.... Oh," he groaned under his breath. "You're so soft and smooth," he said as he opened his gentle green eyes, searching my face and holding my body closer. "You're so beautiful sweetheart."

I bit my lip, moaning and a pressure built up more... of pleasure that made me want to go even faster. And I did. I gave him that permission. I wound both my legs around him and tighter and I thrust faster. Moaning as hard as I was, I tried forcing myself to stop moaning for a moment as I moved both of my hands to cup his cheeks. And the second I did, I rose up and hit his lips with mine. I needed to kiss him again... I needed to touch him more, go deeper into this bond. I never felt so open, vulnerable, and so happy before. And it was because he goaded me to come this far, with a promise I wouldn't regret opening up. And I wasn't, I couldn't regret feeling so much love for him and showing him through taking him inside me and offering him the pleasure he was giving me.

To think... this was the same man that arrested me. This was the same one that didn't believe me before. I've hit him, tried to run away more than once before from him. Tried to get him out of my head and tried to help him realize the truth at the same time. And with all that considered... it was clear at how far we have come. He was the last guy I figured I'd ever want to be with. Now, he's all I want. It went from him not believing me and trusting the law, to him being on my side. Breaking me out of a mental institution... and letting himself break state and morale laws for me.

I've changed even more to get to where I am now. Because... months ago, he wasn't an option. Let alone sex with him. It wasn't an option and even if it was, I wouldn't have wanted this then. Because I was so closed in and defensive, protective only of myself. And here we are now... with him over me, moving inside me. The guy I came to shockingly love.

Kissing him between where my hands cupped his cheeks, my hands gradually fell down to his shoulders. And from there, I wrapped both my arms around his neck. And though he was patched up, I couldn't help but grip him. He was so warm and he didn't seem to mind. Especially when my lips moved down and tilted, moving to suck along the skin of his neck. And with every thrust, I would buck against him, only to moan out before grazing my teeth and lips along his neck.

From that, I could feel his hand move around my neck, and grasp my hair to hold me against him. At the same time, as we thrust together, he buried his head in my neck too. His breath was moving in and out fast, brushing my skin and I could feel his gentle breaths turn into moans when he dipped his nose down near my shoulder and in my hair. Where he could smell my hair... which always made me smile as we moved together.

I could feel the mattress under us shake slightly as we moved. And wrapped under a small sheet, I could feel that sheet slowly slide down from us, down Luke's bare back as we moved more. And wherever this took us, I didn't care. Just as long he kept making love to me like he was, so sweetly and so full of passion as I did the same back. It made me feel uncontrollable, something that before was scary. I wanted to dive right in to this though, and lose myself to what I was identifying as animal instincts. In the music of our moans and the rhythm of our movements.

That feeling increased. Significantly. As the minutes passed between us, our thrusts became more urgent, and our groans louder. We panted, we moved our hands all over, and it intensified everything. To the point where I could feel the ultimate release come. It was nearing.... and to reach it, he continued to thrust into my wetness as I responded. My hands now around his neck, one on his lower back, I pulled him in more... and more. As he did the same, staring down at me. I felt his legs around mine tighten, his body tensing and I knew he was ready.

Breathing hard as I was staring up at him, his hand rested on my upper thigh and part of my ass, holding me against him and around him slightly. And his other... was in my hair, gripping and I loved the sensations it sent through me. It pushed me more - and my words. "I'm... oh. Oh fuck," I moaned in a breathy voice, unable to stop myself as I felt it near. Our thrusts became deeper and his eyes in mine fueled that feeling. "Don't stop."

His hands grew tighter and I felt that pressure... my hand on his back found his arm, gripping the muscle beneath it as I held him harder. As we went harder. His head dipped back down, around my neck. Only this time, his lips nipped gently along my earlobe, and with that breath that made me shiver, he whispered. "Albany...." he groaned. "You feel so perfect," he said, moving deeper and I could feel us both hit deep at the same time. Especially after he said that.

That did me in folks. I grunted hard, and felt my body pulse violently. I hit the edge, hit it full on and went over. I grunted loudly, and bucked up hard against him with gasping lips begging for air through my release. I felt myself pulse around his dick... and it return, he gave one hard thrust into me, staying deep and with my hard grunt, I felt him moan loudly with me, coming with me at the same time.

I quivered hard... and was so overwhelmed. And when that feeling shot up immense amounts of hard lightning bolts through me, I knew it was worth it. It was more than I expected. Especially with my old fear of giving myself to him emotionally. Not only did I do that, offer up my emotions and welcome my vulnerability, I felt those emotions translate through my twitching body. Like emotions, I had no control over my movements once he made me orgasm. And it wasn't scary. It was beautiful.

As our orgasms started to simmer, his eyes locked on mine, and there was so much love. His eyebrows dipped as he stared down at me and he lowered his lips, sweeping me up in a kiss. One that reflected how happy I was at this moment. To have shared something so intimate with him, to witness his passion being released. And the deep satisfaction I took in showing him how much I loved him, to show him how much he affected me.

Wrapping his lips in mine, he cupped my neck as he rolled off me, onto his side and holding me to him and his lips. My hands, gripping his hair, I felt a smile form through our kiss on his lips and called for mine to do that same.

"I love you," he said, raising a hand and brushing over my forehead, moving it over my moist forehead of slight sweat to my hair as he stroked it. His whisper against my lips made my stomach twist, my body tremble in the sweetness he was coating me in. His voice... even a little shaky as he spoke those words sent my heart into spasms; it never got old to know that feeling of his love.

I kissed him deeper, pressing my body deeper into his embrace and never wanting to leave his strong hold against me. When our lips broke, I cupped his cheek and stared into his eye. And at the feeling in me, I bit my lip and smile down. "I love you too," I whispered under my breath up to him. His breath still slightly hard with mine, I watched a large smile spread over his lips. And at that point, we did no more in those seconds but lay there in our love and slight sweat, warmth, enjoying this. Until, I remembered what was said earlier and what I needed to ask him now.

I smirked to him. "Did I wear you out, copper.?"

He erupted in laughter, like I knew he would. Rubbing my side as he propped his elbow up on the mattress, resting the side of his hand in his palm, he looked down to me. He shook his head, teasingly at my words. And in an ashamed voice, he sighed and said, "Yeah, you did."

"Good," I said, leaning up and kissing his cheek before laying back on my side, looking up to him.

"Did I wear you out?" he asked, our breath still slightly labored.

I sighed, and gave a thoughtful look to play with him. Finally, I said, "Yeah," I sighed. "You did a good job," I said, knowing that would get a reaction out of him.

He looked outraged, and it made me chuckle up to his expression. "Good job?!" he said loudly. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

I bit my lip, and in the process, I moved up against his bare body and pushed him to his back, going with him as I laid over his chest, staring down into his eyes. The only thing between us was my necklace pressing into us. "What does it sound like, Luke?"

"Sounds like I'm going to have to kick your ass."

I gasped and playfully slapped his chest. "Oh really? I'll tell on you. I can get Jan on the phone, say you have been a bad boy and is about to kick my ass."

He laughed to me in a husky voice, searching my eyes above his. "You wouldn't dare," he said in a warning voice. He cocked an eyebrow. "You're such trouble. Since the moment I met you," he shook his head, his lips moving from a smirk to an adoring caressing smile. He brushed my hair back along with rested his other hand on my back. "You could never stop getting under my skin. Until it was too late," he said, his eyes searching my face and I felt my cheeks blush at his soft words to me.

I swallowed, smiling down to him. Searching his eyes, I lowered my head and gave him another kiss before I wrapped my arms under and around his neck more before breaking the kiss. And when I did, I moved my head down to rest in the crook of his neck as I took a deep breath, smiling. "To be fair... you got under mine," I whispered. And in response, I felt him turn his neck and down, kissing my forehead. And it wasn't long after this that I eventually fell asleep over him, so warm and so satisfied. With him so buried in my heart.

***

"When we get out of this mess... have you thought about what you might want to do when you graduate? Any idea about a future?" he asked, laying flat on his back as he stared up at me. His hair was a mess, his eyes bright and awake and smiling up in mine. His torso was bare, the sheet we were wrapped in last night covering below his hips. And I was wrapped up in clothes. After all, I couldn't let him have his clothes. He needed to stay bare and beautiful ladies and gents. So I took them and was wearing them before he had the chance to stop me.

I was sitting up on the mattress though, staring down into his sweet eyes as I chewed the breakfast he brought to me in bed. Yeah, I know. He made me fucking eggs and sausage, brought them to me in bed. And though I teased him for doing something so typical, I wasn't complaining. I was hungry and was scarfing the shit down like an animal. That was something I liked about us. I didn't have manners when it came to some things but he didn't mind and I wasn't embarrassed about it with him. With what we did last night, I don't know if I could be as embarrassed as before that happened. I felt we knew each other so much better. Physically and mentally of course.

I thought over his words, lowering my eyebrows. The light on in the room (we needed to keep the windows blocked) I saw his eyes were searching in mine for an answer. And he brought this question to me once before. I didn't have an answer then.... And I really don't now. I mean, I haven't had much time to think about that kind of stuff. It seemed too normal to be concerned over it.

"I... really don't know. I mean, I haven't thought about it much still," I said, sighing as I looked up from him to the tray he set up on the mattress for me. Spearing my ketchup eggs, I rose them to my mouth and took a bite, glancing back down to his thoughtful face as he stared up to me.

"Well, after all this is over, I want you to start thinking. Because I want to put you through college, I want to make you happy," he smiled up to me. And I nearly choked on my food in my mouth. I had to guide my way through swallowing... because my mind felt melted and chest felt ready to roll over, I wasn't expecting those words. Though I guess I knew I should have; he was rich, he had the means, I didn't have any money. But... I didn't consider the idea of him paying for me to go to college.

"What?" I choked out, taking a sip of milk to get it down. Staring down at him with wide eyes, he gave me a bright smile and chuckled softly. One hand moved to rest on his chest, the other behind his head to see me better... and when he did, I saw a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Come on Albany, how else are you going to pay? You're telling me you didn't think I'd put you through college? I paid Pauly over a hundred thousand; what makes you think I wont do this for you too?"

"I-I..." I paused. I knew he paid Pauly all that money. But that was because it was to save my life. This isn't nearly as important. "That was to save me, not for college!"

"Either way," Luke laughed. "I'll pay for whatever you want to go into. So you should start thinking. You could do anything. You're not trapped anymore; you're free."

I sighed. I mean... I can't believe he would do that for me. It was more surreal to think about what college would give me. I never thought... about a future like everyone else could. I was more concerned about getting by alive; I never thought about college. I was insane, how could I get in? Never an option. But as I stared down into Luke's sweet eyes right now, I could see he saw no reason why I couldn't go to college. And at the same time, I knew he was right. I had every right; I knew that. But with him on my side, as determined as he is, I knew I would be able to get a future. Months ago, before things got out of control, he told me many times how he was working on cleaning up my past reputation and making a path for my future. And now, with this hopefully all ending soon, we could start thinking like that again. Like how to live normally again. That included considering college.

I bit my lip. Because to think... I had a guy so awesome, he'd be willing to do this. The chances this would give me.... He was right. I needed to start thinking ahead. I needed to consider what I could do with my life; what I like and what I would love doing. I was 18 within a week; and time seemed to be flying by. Eventually, the time would come where I will need to have to decide.

"I..." I chuckled, shaking my head. This was so amazing what he is willing to do. "I don't know what I would want to do," I said, grinning.

"Well, you have time. You don't have to have it decided. Just start thinking about it," he said, his hand on his chest moving down towards the mattress. I watched a smile form across his sweet face as his hand slide over the blankets to rest over my hand propping me up. His thumb started to rub across my skin, making circles and it made my lips tilt. When I glanced back over to Luke, his eyes were back and in mine. "Okay? Just as long as you promise me not to become a hooker," he joked, making me erupt in laughter.

"I promise," I smile and rolled my eyes. And I was... so happy. I couldn't believe he was serious about paying for my education. He didn't see it as a big deal; especially with the next topic of discussion that came up as I took a bite of one of the sausages, setting my fork down at seeing I had eaten half of my food. The other half I was giving to him. I could have given him my whole plate and it wouldn't amount to this stuff he was talking about giving me today. Especially with his next words.

"But there is something I need you to decide on very soon. And that is what you want for your birthday," he said.

I scoffed instantly at his words. I loved the teasing and expected tone he used with me; because he knew I didn't consider my birthday important. I never had a birthday before celebrated so I didn't see the big deal. He did though. "Luke, I don't want anything; I don't need some party or whatever you want to give me."

He sighed and before he could speak, to hold off his words for one more minute because I knew it was a protest, I picked up a sausage and hovered it over his mouth. Chuckling, his eyes found the food I was dangling over his slightly propped face. He opened his mouth and I lowered it between his teeth where he took a bite. "This is all for you, you know?" he said as he chewed the small bite. "I don't need to eat."

I groaned. "I saved you half the plate. And you are eating it, mister."

"Only if you feed it to me," he said after swallowing. Smirking, he didn't get off track with the whole birthday thing. "Anyway, I want you to tell me what you want. Because whether you want to or not, I'm getting you stuff."

I groaned. "Fine, you know what I want?" I said smiling as I offered him another bite of the sausage. "I want my crown," I smirked down to him and he snorted, rolling his eyes as he nodded.

He offered me a flirtatious smile and voice after he swallowed. "Okay, I'll see what I can do about that. You deserve it," he said, winking up at me at the reminder of last night, making me chuckle. And at the reminder, I felt my cheeks flush. I mean, I never felt so wonderful like I did when he made love to me. It was such a beautiful moment - and I can't believe it still fucking happened! I was wowed last night and when I woke up, wowed at recalling everything. Food was a bonus this morning and I knew he was perfect.

"Nothing expensive either," I said, dropping the rest of the sausage in his mouth as I turned to the tray and took a sip of milk. I smirked down to him. "Want me to give you a drink?" I asked, teasing him as I lowered the glass and hovered it over his face.

"Don't even tease me," he said, laughing. "You pour milk on me, you suffer."

Rolling my eyes, I put it down and ate another sausage. "Fine," I said and as I did, I watched him softly sit up. Unfortunately, he managed to wrestle his boxers away from me so he wasn't completely naked; he had those on. But I was reminded of me winning his clothes as he looked me over and rolled his eyes. He was still mad I swiped his clothes this morning and wouldn't give them over.

"You are going to give them back to me eventually. If I have to rip them off you or not," he whispered, sitting up next to me and leaning down, kissing the side of my face and making me chuckle, looking down at my plate.

"I hope so," I said, smiling as I softly moaned as he kissed me.

"Look at me," he whispered and I groaned, turning my head to meet his eyes facing me from where he was sitting close beside me. His jade eyes were in mine and questioning, his smooth skin a tease for me as I felt my heart jump at just how beautiful he was. "Tell me what you want for your birthday," he pushed again.

I groaned, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know!" I chuckled. "Christ, I told you a crown. No more."

"Technically that doesn't even count. When your birthday comes, expect to be pampered."

I rolled my eyes as answer. And that was enough for him. He smiled with my neck craned to the side, he took advantage of being close and looking into my eyes. He leaned forward and connected my lips to his, kissing me softly. Birthday presents or not, I knew it wouldn't matter. Just as long as he was here with me as I kissed him back. Him and food, to be precise. That's all I would ever need.