Family Secrets by Moon Lightwood Page B

control of himself and regret what he'd done later
if he had a conscience, and Luke definitely had one.
    As a child, he'd seen his uncles knock their
wives around every now and again and they'd tell him it was okay,
and even though he'd laughed with them so he wouldn't get knocked
around himself or called a wimp or a sissy, he'd always felt uneasy
about such a thing even as a young boy. It hadn't seemed or felt
right to him, but he hadn't had a father to turn to for advice or
anything of the sort because his own dad had abandoned his family
when Luke had only been a child. He'd heard that it had something
to do with his father's drinking, but he'd never known the truth,
and he doubted he ever would. The bottom line was all he'd had were
the bad examples when he'd been younger, but he'd had enough common
sense and his own mind to know that he didn't have to be a certain
type of man just because he'd been raised around certain
behavior.
    But after he grew up, he realized that
adulthood was a slippery slope. Some things he'd done right—or better than his own father at the very least—but he'd done
plenty of wrong as well, and standing over Brittney's bed, just as
she began to stir, was evidence of one of his poorer lapses in
judgment. But there was also no turning back time.
    Seeing her stir in that unassuming way
ignited the anger in him again. It wasn't the needling rage he'd
felt before when he'd first come into her room and had seen her
naked under the bed sheet, but the anger was back again and he
wouldn't deny it its due this time around.
    He pulled the bed sheet the rest of the way
off the lower half of Brittney's body and took a few seconds to
pause and appreciate the round, firmness of her ass. She hadn't
exactly been flat-as-a-board before, but her ass had definitely
rounded out between the time Scott had started fucking her when
they'd been younger and when Luke got his hands on her. With his
anger paused, he took at her supple little body that could do so
many tricks on his hard dick that sometimes she still managed to
shock him.
    Then he snapped out of it. There were other
matters to attend to; he could admire her later. This wasn't a time
for admiration, it was a time for her to take her medicine whether
she wanted it or not.
    The second he made up his mind was the very
second that he noticed the wet spot in the bed right underneath
where her crotch was positioned as she lay there on her front. He
looked a little bit closer, but he needed a better view.
    He grabbed her hips with the same swiftness
he usually managed in most endeavors, and hoisted her up so that he
could process that damage. As soon as he'd done that, she'd
stirred, her body protesting as her eyelids fluttered and peeled
back, revealing sleep-addled eyes.
    "Lie still," Luke commanded her with a
fierceness in his voice that he hadn't used with her for a while.
"Don’t you fuckin' move one inch until I tell you to move."
    Immediately, Brittney's body stilled and she
stopped the subtle moaning that had been rising from somewhere in
her chest as her disorientation evaporated and her brain acquainted
her with the situation she was dealing with.
    After she and Scott had finished with their
double sex session, she'd been too exhausted to make her way to the
shower to clean up and douche. Besides , she'd told herself, Luke'll probably be too tired from work to step foot in here by
the time he gets off. And on top of that, I'll probably wake up at
round five feeling yucky, and I'll end up jumping in the shower
before he gets home anyway since he won't be here till six or
seven .
    She hadn't known about Luke's change in
schedule since she was no longer living at home, only dropping in
every now and again when she knew Susan wasn't at home so they
could spend some time together. No way had she thought he'd be back
in the house hours earlier than he used to be.
    She'd told herself that Luke wouldn't find
out about what she and Scott had done—it wasn't as