~Chapter 23: Two Fucked Up Lovers
I could feel Lukas moving. He was tossing and turning in bed beside me.
I opened my eyes to look at him. He was laying on his stomach, gripping the pillow beneath him extremely tight. His forehead was covered in sweat and there was a pained look on his beautifully sculpted face.
I sat up and placed my hand on his shoulder and shook him while I
called his name. He didn't respond immediately.
I called his name louder, hitting his arm hard and his eyes opened and he lifted his head from the pillow.
His green eyes were haunted almost as he stared into my eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He shut his eyes and wiped his face with his hand. "Nothing. I was just having a nightmare."
I scooted closer to him. "What about?"
He sighed as I laid on my side, facing him and hitching an arm around his shoulders.
"It was nothing, Peyton."
I shake my head. "Don't give me that shit."
He closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath. "Brian. He was doing things to you."
My body froze.
He knows, just like me that those years I spent with him and Natalie were the worst years of my life. And things were ugly. I didn't want Lukas to see that or experience the sick stories of what Brian used to do in detail.
I rubbed his back soothingly. "It's done. It's over. You got rid
of him and he's not coming back." I whispered.
He nods his head and shifts so he's on top of my body. He slides his hand underneath my head and grabs my hair. "I thought that I'd be really fucked up over doing this but I'm not. I don't want anything keeping us apart. I don't want anything to keep you from me."
"Hey, handsome, does it look like I'm running?"
He smirks and shakes his head. "No. It doesn't."
"I'm not. I want you. I need you. My heart needs you." I say before leaning up to kiss his lips. "And my body needs you." I whisper before kissing him again.
He smiles that shy smile that shows his dimples. I love that so
much. It's so sexy to me.
Lukas's hand slide down the length of my torso before he hitches my leg over his waist. "Peyton, I'm addicted to your heart, and to your body. And they both belong to me, love. Wherever you are, wherever I am, it doesn't matter. Half across the fucking world and the only thing that will be on my mind is you."
My cheeks go warm as he admits this to me, and my breath grows shallow.
He kisses my lips and caress my mouth with his tongue.
We toyed with one another until we were to tired to keep our eyes open any longer. He turned over, allowing me to sleep on his chest.
When I woke up the next morning, I was no longer on the warm and
muscular torso of my boyfriend, but the softness of the bed. He
wasn't in bed with me.
My eyes went to the dozen of red roses sitting on the nightstand beside the bed.
They weren't there last night.
Beside the roses was a red velvet box.
My eyebrows furrowed.
I reached over and grabbed the box.
I sat up, staring at it as it laid in my hands. No. No. I'm being
stupid. This isn't what I think it is.
I opened the box and sighed in relief.
If it was a diamond ring, I would have probably broke Lukas's face.
Inside the box was a silver, diamond necklace with a silver 'P' mixed in a crazy and complicated design. It was beautiful and it was 'me'.
I smiled at it and hooked it around my neck.
I slid out of bed and grabbed the roses from the nightstand, while I went to find Lukas.
I still didn't tour the house so it may take me time to actually find him.
Surprisingly, he was in the living room on his laptop so it was
pretty easy. He looks up from his laptop. He was shirtless, in no
more than a pair of black sweats that hung from his hips. I could
tell he didn't have boxers on and it turned me on just imagining
it. His feet were propped up on the coffee table in front of the
couch and he looked like god's gift to women. Well, he was my
He smiled at me.
I walked to the couch and looked down at him. "Why'd you get me
these?" I asked.
He raises his brow. "I expected a 'thank you' before anything."
"Thanks, Handsome. Now answer my question."
He chuckles and I fall instantly in love with the sound. It made my heart lighter. He puts his laptop aside on the couch cushion. "I haven't made my feelings clear?"
He made them clear, alright. Last night. "Yes." I sat the roses
down and toyed with my necklace.
"Then you know exactly why I bought them for you."
"Oh. I thought it was because of the good fuck from yesterday."
He smirks. "I thought we were making love."
"It might have been a combination of both." I said as I sat on the couch next to him.
He turns his torso slightly towards me and stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"I've been wondering since last night if you wanted to know what I did to him. To Brian."
I never thought of what Lukas might have done. I was too focused on the fact that Brian was dead and out of my life.
"It doesn't matter. Do you feel like you need to tell me?"
He sighed. "I don't know."
"Just tell me." I said.
Lukas ran his fingers through his messy just-fucked hair. If he
had it, I'm sure I had it.
"I own Getty's restaurant, Peyton. When you told me where your mother was meeting you, I was very reluctant towards it because I dislike her so much. I knew your mother and Brian were in town a day before you found out."
"Wait…you knew and didn't tell me?"
"It would have freaked you out. Shut up and listen."
I rolled my eyes, sat back, and listened.
"I thought it was interesting how she just so happened to pick a restaurant that I owned. I had a friend of mine get her name before you arrived at the restaurant. My friend gave me the name and I looked up the address."
"Are you saying 'My friend' because your friend is a female?" I
Lukas looked caught.
I shrugged it off…for now. "Continue."
He nods, seeming relieved I didn't start an argument. "I found
the address and I went to their house. Thankfully Brian was the
one who opened the door. The second I saw him, I lost it. You can
almost say I blacked out. All I remember really is punching him
repeatedly and the next thing I see is him laying on the ground
with his face covered in blood and mutilated." He paused. "I put
my finger to his nose to see if he was breathing, and he wasn't.
His chest didn't rise or fall. He was just still."
My eyebrows rose is surprise.
He looks to the wooden floor. "I didn't think I could ever get
that angry. It was almost scary." He catches my eyes again. "But
it felt good."
My lips wore a ghost of a smile. "Sounds like it. So my mother is not aware?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Not that I know of. When I was done with him, we were a block from the house. I think he attempted to run from me a couple of times but he definitely fought back."
The worst thought in my head was Lukas facing my rapist. I closed
my eyes and shook my head.
I opened my eyes to look at him. "When I woke up and you weren't there, I was so fucking scared, Lukas, I don't even want to think about it. Don't ever leave me like that again."
I lean over and lay into his lap. "Prick."
He chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair.
"I won't leave you again, love. You can count on that."
I smiled as he tangles his fingers with mine and squeezes mine gently. "You can be sweet when you want to be."
"You can too."
"I thought you loved my bitchiness."
"I do," He grabs my chin so I'd look at him. "It's what makes you so charming."
I grin at him. "What's for the agenda today, Kary?"
"First off, breakfast."
"You're finally going to cook for me?"
He smirks. "Nice try. No. You're going to cook for me. Consider it a three month early birthday gift."
My brows furrow. "When is your birthday?"
I reach up and caress his jaw, rubbing the stubble on his face. "You were born on New Years."
He nods and turns his face to kiss my hand.
I smile at him. "Fine. I'll cook you breakfast. What do you
"Whatever you feel like making."
"I don't feel like making anything so be specific, handsome."
He shakes his head, smirking. "Fine, make me pancakes."
"You want flat or puffy?"
I nod and sit up. "Puffy it is. You're making me breakfast one day just for you to know. Anyone I cook for has to cook for me at least once. I don't do this shit for free."
"You want me to burn down the kitchen, love?"
"Lukas, when was the last time you even attempted to cook something?"
"Seven years ago."
"Exactly. You need to see if your skills evolved."
He rolls his eyes as I go to the kitchen. It takes me a moment to find it, but I finally do.
I grab a pan from the bottom cabinet and place it on the glossy black stove. It looks brand new and exclusive.
Lukas comes into the kitchen and leans against the table while he
watched me cook.
I find the mix and add some water to it before turning the heat on on the stove
I turn as I mix up the pancake mix with a spoon. "Have you heard
from your aunt?"
Lukas nods his head. "I called her earlier this morning."
"What'd she say?" I asked as I stopped mixing.
"They are some friends of hers in the bureau. She told them what
happened and they are working together to keep the truth hidden,
trying to get rid of as much evidence as possible. She found my
phone in your mother's yard."
My eyes grew wide. He could have been caught right then. People would have known.
"She grabbed it and is holding it for me until we go to see her."
"We?" I asked.
He nods. "You did say you wanted to meet her and she wants to meet you. We're taking risks to cover up what I did to your step dad and she just wants to meet the woman I did this for." He said.
I continue mixing. "Is she…irritated with the whole situation?"
Lukas shook his head. "Oddly enough, she's fascinated."
"Fascinated? Fascinated that you killed someone?"
"Fascinated that I killed for someone. Fascinated that I went to this length for someone I love. I have to admit, it's not something I ever expected to do. I never thought I would but…then again, you have an unpredictable effect on me, Peyton."
I stared at him. Every time I think of what he did, I never know how I actually feel about it. I'm relieved. I know that. But we're not out of the woods yet. If he has to go to prison because of me, I wouldn't be able to take it. It'd be too much. I'm scared of that.
"I can tell whenever you think about it because you always get
this lost look on your face." He says.
"I'm not thinking about it."
"You're a bad liar."
"Fine. But it's still a lot to take in, Lukas. All of it. I just
have to get use to not having him around anymore, alright?"
He nods. "I understand."
I poured a little grease in the pan and waited until it was hot
enough to pour some of the mix in.
While the pancakes were cooking, I found a glass vase, filled it with water, and place the roses in it. I set it in the middle of the table and rearranged them.
Lukas watched me and I winked at him before going back to the pancakes.
After we ate, we went to the back patio to look over the lake
I leaned against the balcony with a glass of lemonade in my hands. "I want to make love to you out here." I say.
He smiles. "That can be arranged."
"You are just ready all day every day, aren't you, Kary?"
"Can you blame me, love, you have an effect on me no woman has
"What you got bored with them too easily?"
He nods. "Very easily. All women I've gotten involved with has been the same. Obsessed, pushing to have more with me, doing unnecessary things to get my attention whereas with you, you didn't have to do anything to get my attention. I was attracted to you the moment I laid my eyes on you."
"Same, handsome and what about the obsession part?"
He nods and leans against the balcony, his eyes still on mine. "As far as obsession, you're not overly obsessed with me."
"I like to think of it as an addiction."
He smiles. "An addiction is what you have, and the feeling is mutual so no. Your addiction to me and mine to you is no problem for me. I spent a great deal of my life being emotionally unavailable and the second you step in, you just turn shit around and knock me on my ass."
I smirk at him. "Sorry to ruin your plans of staying emotionless
your whole life."
He snickers. "It's okay. I rather have you anyway."
My cheeks go warm at his comment and my heart flutters lightly.
I roll my eyes at the warm feeling I'm getting in my body just from being near him. It's like my body just knows when he's near. I never felt anything like that before.
I grab the 'P' on my necklace and toy with it between my fingers.
"Let's see how long you'll keep me around before you find a
Lukas raises his eyebrow. "You're beginning to piss me off with that."
"You've been assuming since the day I admitted I wanted to fuck
you that I'm going to toss you aside."
"You're known for that, Kary."
"Yes. That's in the past." He turns to face me. "You think I even looked at another woman since I been with you? You think I can?"
I shrugged. "There's too much pussy in the world to ignore,
"And who can compare to you?"
"I'm sure there's someone out there."
Lukas shook his head. "Doubt it, love. I seriously doubt that."
"So," I took a sip of my lemonade. "What you're saying basically
is that I'm pretty much-"
"Exactly what I've been looking for."
I froze, staring into his green eyes. They were on me and they were serious, truthful, and filled with an emotion that made me want to cry.
It was happening, he was letting me in his heart…completely.
The wind blew my hair across my face and I tucked it behind my
He looked out to the lake. "I don't like spilling my guts but there you go." He shrugged.
I stared at him as he kept his eyes on the lake.
I reached over and grabbed his hand. "I'm guessing that's your way of saying we're perfect for each other."
"I like to think so." He said, clucking his tongue.
I squeeze his hand before releasing it. "How can two fucked up people possibly love one another?" I asked looking down at my lemonade.
Lukas didn't answer but I could tell he was looking at me. From the corner of my eye, I see him shake his head. "I don't know. I guess it could be that neither of us expect perfection from the other because we both been through shit and just want to protect the other from pain."
"That sounds pretty fucking accurate."
Lukas smiles. "You do realize you say 'fuck' or 'fucking' every other sentence, right?"
I shrugged and put my lemonade down. "Yep. Another thing you have to get use to. My foul mouth."
He steps in front of me, his body close to mine. It makes me feel tingly on the inside, and I grow wet with the close contact.
His thumb traces over my bottom lip. "I love your mouth." He whispers. His eyes are dreamy, seductive as he stare into mine. His hand slides down the length of my torso holding me to his body and then slowly descends to my buttocks, pressing me hard against his now-growing erection as I moan. His lips go to my neck, kissing me, making my skin grow hot from the contact.
I reached down and grabbed his buttocks as I was pressed against the balcony. His lips went to mine while his fingers tangled in my hair.
Regardless of his past…of mine…this was us, together, and it didn't feel like maybe he would be my first love and eventually these feelings would leave and I'd find someone else.
Lukas felt like the one. It was soon. Way too soon. I don't know. I just hope nothing breaks us apart.