A Little More

You guys can’t seriously tell me that with all of the ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ hype there haven’t been at least a billion fanfic ideas floating out there! C’mon, Jessica Simpson in barely-there shorts? Sean William Scott in faded jeans and washed out t-shirts? And last, but certainly not least, Johnny Knoxville in aviator sunglasses, worn jeans, and those lovely, lovely button down work shirts? This had to be written and it was before I even saw the movie – I just recently became acquainted with the Knoxville Phenomenon and he’s sprouted a muse here in my head that begged for this to happen. So just sit back. Read it. And if you’re a hardcore Dukes fan, don’t go foamin’ at the mouth now, y’all hear? I liked them Duke boys the first time around, but nobody ain’t got nuthin’ on my sweet Knoxville Knockout.

The song mentioned is ‘Ruby Don’t Take Your Love to Town’ by Kenny Rogers and The First Edition. It’s actually quite catchy – I used to play it late night when I bartended to help move people towards the door at closing. If you listen to it, you can almost imagine Luke pulling up at a lakeside lot in the General Lee late at night, going to meet a girl for a little lovin’.


Standard Disclaimers apply. I own nothing but Genie Cooper and her friend Angie.
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“You have got to be kiddin’ me, cuz!” Bo Duke exclaimed from his seat at the bar. He stared at his cousin Luke with wide eyes and shook his head. “Yer leavin’ me to do what?”

Luke Duke smiled against the lip of his beer bottle and took a small swig. Swallowing with a satisfying ‘ahhhh’ and a smack of his lips, he clapped the younger man on his shoulder. “Take a drive by the lake,” he said, his dark eyes full of mischief.

“Take a drive by the…you been into that moonshine again?” Bo eyed Luke and raised an eyebrow. “Yer startin’ to sound like Daisy, what with your romantic ideals.” Bo took another sip from his own drink and then turned to Luke. Pointing an accusatory finger at him, he said, “There had better be a girl involved.”

Luke shrugged. “There might be,” he answered cryptically. “Come on, you can catch a ride home with Daisy.” He looked across the bar to where his other cousin, the one who looked better in shorts, was busy giving a customer an earful of her no bull-shit attitude. “She’s off in a few hours.” Luke nudged Bo in the ribs with an elbow and then nodded to the girl at the jukebox. “Besides, that lil’ redheaded gal over there has been lookin’ this way all night, and I’ll be damned sure she ain’t lookin’ at me.”

“What?” Bo asked as he spun on his stool. “Where?”

Luke laughed. “Right there,” he said, pointing in plain sight at the girl with the long red hair and painted on jeans. She gave Bo a pretty smile and blushed, and then turned back to the jukebox and pretended to look at the song list.

Bo made an exaggerated sigh in his throat and shrugged. “Oh, all right,” he groused. He winked at Luke. “I’ll go make nice with the ‘redheaded gal over there’. But you owe me some details when you get back.”

Luke slapped Bo on the thigh and laughed. “We’ll see, cuz,” he said, throwing a few bills on the bar and standing to pull on his denim jacket. “We’ll see.”

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“You’ve painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair…Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere…” Luke softly sang to the song on the radio, an old one by Kenny Rogers and the First Edition, and he tapped the steering wheel to the beat as he steered the General Lee up the dirt road that led to the makeshift parking lot at the head of the lake. The headlights flashed onto the plates of an old but well cared for GMC pickup. A pair of cowboy boots was perched out of the open driver’s window and Luke recognized them right away.

Genie Cooper never went anywhere without those old boots. She watched now as headlights flashed across the windshield and she sat up from her sprawl across the bench seat of her GMC. She heard the roar of the General Lee and she pulled her legs back through the window and opened the door just as Luke pulled up and killed the engine. A moment later he appeared from the driver’s side window, perched on the edge, folding his arms on the roof of the Charger and winking at Genie. It was quiet here, with only the water lapping at the lake’s edge and the crickets chirping in the darkness.

“Hey girl,” he said with a more pronounced twang that he normally spoke with. It was no secret that the heavier the drawl, the more easily Genie was swayed by Luke. He watched her now, with amusement, as she shook her head and sighed, leaning against her truck. She tucked her hands into the front pockets of her low slung jeans and cocked her hips suggestively.

“Hey yourself,” she replied. She leaned her head to one side, checking the passenger side for straggling Duke cousins. It was empty and she looked up with a grin. “You managed to lose Bo?”

Luke shrugged and licked his lips, watching now as Genie took a few steps forward and ran her fingertips over the flame orange paint job of his car. She looked up at him with sparkling turquoise eyes.

“I think he was hopin’ I’d end up making out with some pretty young thing in the front seat of the General here,” Luke admitted with humor in his voice.

Genie’s smile grew wider. She was a sucker for Luke, plain and simple, as her friend Angie had pointed out only nights before. He was trouble, her mama had told her, an older guy setting his sights on such a young girl. Genie had bristled at that. She wasn’t that young. Luke knew she was only twenty one. Hell, he’d be pushing thirty in a few years. He didn’t care, though, and so Genie didn’t either. And the first time he had kissed her, down on the docks at the Fourth of July fireworks, she had all but melted into a puddle at his old shit kickers. She was no slouch either, he had told her later as he had delved a hand into the front pocket of her jeans and let his fingers graze her through the thin cotton of pocket and panties, his tongue wrestling with hers as he leaned her against the side of her granddaddy’s barn.

“C’mere a sec,” Luke said, pulling Genie out of her favorite memories.

Genie played coy, a game that Luke loved, and she chewed her lip and dug the toe of her boot into the dirt of the lot. “I dunno, Luke. My mama warned me bout’ boys like you.”

“Oh really?” Luke breathed. He pushed himself from his spot in the window and came around the back of the car to Genie’s side. She looked up at him and took a step back as he advanced. Luke paused a moment and gauged her reaction. “Come on now, darlin’,” he purred as he moved again. “Nuthin’ to be scared of. I ain’t no big bad wolf.” His hand snaked out and he caught the waistband of her jeans and hauled her forward.

Genie put up a small struggle, but she couldn’t help the feeling of wild anticipation that raced up and down her spine as Luke grinned down at her, his brown eyes dark and heated. She let Luke pull her to him and he slid his hands down to hold her waist. “I just want a lil’ kiss, sugar, that’s all.” One hand left her waist and cupped her cheek, tilting her chin up as he leaned down. His lips brushed hers in an innocent touch and he pulled back to brush the honey colored hair from her eyes. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Mmm,” Genie hummed. She opened her eyes and looked at Luke. “I dunno. You might have to kiss me again just to make sure.”

“I can do that,” Luke breathed before setting his mouth against hers, this time with a little more force. He smiled as he felt Genie’s hands slide up his back, over his shoulders, to rake through the thick, dark hair on his head. Encouraged, he pressed his tongue against her lips until they opened and her tongue touched his.

Genie felt the fender of the General Lee against her backside and she broke her mouth from Luke’s with fake shock. Luke settled her back on the car so her feet were dangling and he stood between her knees and let his fingers dance over the pearly snaps of red western shirt she had tied beneath her breasts. The forefinger slipped between the snaps and tugged, and the first two fastenings of her shirt popped open, revealing delicious swells of tanned skin. Genie gasped and caught Luke’s hand in her own.

“I thought you only wanted a little kiss,” she pouted playfully.

“Well,” Luke drawled as he pulled his hand free and set both of them on the outsides of Genie’s thighs. “Now I want a little more.” He moved in, causing her to lean back, and Luke pulled her forward on the fender so that his hips fitted snugly in the cradle of her thighs. He rocked a bit, grinding their pelvises together, and when he heard Genie whimper softly, he knew he had her. But he still wanted to play. “Gonna let me have a little more, Genie?” He bent his head and ran his lips down the length of her throat before tasting her collar bone.

Genie rubbed her nose in Luke’s hair and inhaled, loving the smell of him. It made her toes curl and she hugged his hips with her knees as his mouth lit a path of heat on her skin. When his tongue snaked out and ran across the tops of her breasts, Genie sighed and leaned back on her elbows, giving Luke better access. “Just a little more,” Genie agreed.

Luke pounced again, this time settling Genie on her back. She arched her spine away from the heat on the hood, the night being hot enough, and Luke let his lips wander from the tops of her breasts to the soft cotton of her shirt. He brought his hands up and ran his thumbs over her nipples which were straining under her shirt and bra, and he reared up, opening his mouth on hers and kissing her deep and wet. She kissed him back with fervor and hooked her hands into the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Jesus, Genie,” Luke gasped through their kiss. He brushed his lips across hers again and again, growling at the taste of her mouth. “How about a little more?”

Genie giggled and craned her neck, looking down to where Luke had ground his pelvis against hers. He was hard as oak and she could see the outline of him pressed against his jeans.

“Call that ‘a little’?” she joked, wriggling underneath Luke to press her knee against his groin.

“Daaaaammmmn,” he growled. A balled fist came down on the hood of the car beside her head and Genie laughed again. “Yer killin’ me, girl.”

“I know,” she whispered. She leaned up and pecked Luke on the cheek. “What did you tell Bo you were doin’ tonight?”

Luke grumbled again, frustrated. “Why you bringin’ him up?”

Genie shrugged, as best she could pinned beneath Luke. “I dunno. I was just wondering.”

“Told him I was takin’ a drive by the lake,” Luke mumbled against her shirt as he nuzzled her breasts once more.

“Oh?” Genie asked as she suddenly sat up, upsetting Luke’s ministrations. She watched Luke fall back a step and fix her with a questioning gaze. “We don’t wanna be liars, do we? I mean, if you told Bo you were takin’ a drive by the lake, don’t you think we should take a drive by the lake?” Genie slid off of the hood and went to do the snaps on her shirt up again.

Luke sighed and tilted his head up, playing the part of the exasperated lover. “Genie,” he growled as he looked at her again. “Don’t go playin’ games with me, girl.”

“Who, me?” And she winked before turning her back and leaning into her truck to grab her purse. She looked over to where Luke was leaning against the General with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark features were sullen and she smiled at his pout.

“Lu-uke,” she sang as she turned on her boots and waltzed towards him.

“Mmm,” he grunted stubbornly.

“Baby, don’t be like that.” It was Genie’s turn to pout now and Luke tried to fight the grin from forming on his face.

“All right, all right,” he finally relented. “We’ll go for a drive.”

Genie shook her head. “Let’s walk. You got a blanket in there?”

Luke looked at her for a moment before recognition made his grin split his face from ear to ear. Genie felt her knees go weak – that boy’s smile would make a nun think twice. She watched him all but tear to the back of the Charger and pop the hood, pulling out one of the blankets there. He bundled it under his arm and took Genie’s hand in his, leading them from the lot along the bank of the lake.

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Genie stole glances of Luke as they walked in comfortable silence. She had been toying with the idea of them for weeks now, and they had done everything but have actual intercourse. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to – hell, it took all of her willpower not to jump him that first night he kissed her. But the first time she had sex, it was a disaster, and the second time had been awkward. She hoped that it wouldn’t be like that with Luke, but she couldn’t help being cautious. This guy – this man – did something to her, made her feel like…like she was for him and he was for her. Sure, she had heard the rumors about the Duke boys, and she knew that Bo had had his share of conquests. In fact, it was her redheaded friend Angie that was probably at this point giving Bo the ride of his life. But Luke? Luke was different. She just knew he was. He flirted and joked with women, but when he looked at Genie, it was like everyone else just didn’t matter anymore.

Luke knew that Genie was looking at him, but he kept his eyes trained on the trail that ran next to the lake. How could he look at her and not turn into a pile of nerves and garbled speeches? She had hit him between the eyes like a two-by-four that day he had seen her in town, leaning over the hood of her GMC, her tiny little tee shirt riding up and her jeans sitting dangerously low on her hips. Grease had streaked her nose from where she had swiped at it, and when he had asked if she needed help and she turned to look at him, he couldn’t help but reach out and wipe the mark from her face. The smile she had given him made his guts quiver like apple jelly and she slapped a wrench in his hand instead of shaking it and nodded to the GMC. Then she leaned back and let him take over. He liked that about her – she could hold her own, but when it came him, she would just let him take the wheel and drive. Maybe that’s why she was reluctant to initiate anything beyond the occasional grope.

“Hey, Genie,” he said suddenly, the sound of his voice surprising him. He stopped walking.

“Yeah?” She came to a halt and turned to look up at Luke.

“I was just thinkin’…I mean…” he sighed, looking for the right words. “All right, look. You an’ me, we’ve been together for over a month now, right?” He waited until she nodded before continuing. “An’ every time I kiss you good night, it kills me, Genie, it really does.”

The corner of her mouth rose in a half grin. “What are you tellin’ me, Luke?”

“Genie, do you want me?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “What kind of a question is that?” she asked gently. Then it dawned on her. He was struggling with the same thing she was. She looked around. As luck would have it, they had stopped near a clearing that was well hidden by trees. Her smile grew and she took Luke’s hand and dragged him up the small incline to the secluded area.

Her hands cupped his face and she pulled him down into a kiss, surprising him. He groaned and dropped the blanket before wrapping his arms around her and letting himself fall into the kiss. Genie took a step back and pulled Luke down with her onto the grass. He fell between her legs and stared down at her with glassy eyes.

Her fingers wound into his hair and she beamed up at him. “I want you, Luke.”

“Not just a little bit?” He asked softly, twirling the ends of her hair between his thumb and forefinger.

“All of it,” she breathed, pulling him down for another kiss.

“Well, all right then,” he drawled heavily. He smirked as Genie squirmed beneath him, pushing her hips up into his. He felt her unsnap his shirt down the waist of his jeans and then tug it loose before pushing it from his shoulders. Sinking back to his knees, he tugged his hands free of the shirt and grabbed at the front of Genie’s top. The knot pulled loose and he grabbed the cotton on either side of the snaps and pulled. Underneath Genie was wearing the pale pink bra that drove Luke wild and he stroked his fingers down between her breasts, across her belly, to the belt buckle of her jeans.

Genie’s fingers stroked over the tops of his hands as he worked her belt open and she inhaled deeply when she heard the metallic click of the buckle. The zipper slid down easily and Luke curled his fingers into her belt loops and worked the worn denim down off of her hips. Tiny, pale pink panties greeted him and when he had flung her boots and jeans to one side, his hands caught her knees and he pressed his nose into the cotton, inhaling deeply.

“Goddamn, Genie, you smell like strawberry pie.” He kissed her cotton-covered mound softly, rubbing his tongue against her and making her gasp and snap her hips up. He trailed his tongue up over her navel and licked her softly before he pressed a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses up her naked torso. Leaning down on one arm, Luke grasped her ass with the other hand. Holding her tightly against him, he rolled them both until he was on his back and she was sitting in his lap. Luke bobbed his eyebrows comically and Genie leaned down to kiss his chin. Then she was standing and Luke let out a sound of protest, hands grasping at her thighs, trying to pull her back down.

“Cool your engines, Luke,” Genie said thickly as she stumbled to where he had dropped the blanket. He leaned up on his elbows and watched her spread the quilt out on the ground before pointing to it. Luke grinned and rolled to it, settling back on the softness. It did feel better than the damp grass against his naked back. Then Genie was back in his lap, pushing his hands away from her breasts and letting her fingers trail over his shoulders. Her lips followed the path, tasting the clean sweat that had developed there and the soap that Luke used. Then her head moved lower, and she kissed his chest, letting her tongue sneak out to flick at a hardened nipple.

Luke moaned and wrapped a hand in Genie’s hair, stroking her back with the other, and still Genie moved lower. Her nose brushed the dark line of hair that started at his navel and she let her tongue dive just past the waist of his jeans. And then she stopped. Luke picked his head up and met Genie’s mischievous gaze. “You ain’t plannin’ on stoppin’ are you, darlin’?”

“Only if you want me to,” Genie replied in all seriousness. She could only laugh as Luke shook his head rapidly. Her hands made short work of his belt and the button fly of his jeans parted easily.

She laughed even louder now and it yanked him from the land of happies. He scowled. “I don’t know if I wanna know what yer laughing at,” he mumbled. He sat up and looked down to where Genie’s eyes were trained. He cursed then and his head hit the ground with a thump. It had to be tonight that he was on his last pair of boxers – white with bright yellow happy-faces on them.

“I can make short work of those,” Luke promised as he lifted Genie from his lap and stood, letting his jeans slide to the ground. He toed off his boots and kicked them to one side, only to be joined by his pants. He looked over his shoulder to where Genie waited and he winked as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of the boxers. He slid them off of his hips and stepped out of them, turning just in time to see Genie reach for the clasp of her bra.

“Wait!” he gulped as he crashed to his knees between her legs. “I wanna do it,” he explained as he reached behind her and gently unhooked the undergarment. That was tossed aside as well.

Genie’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt Luke’s hands cup her breasts and push them together. He bent his head and laved each nipple in turn before turning his attention to one. Sucking gently, he brought the peak between his teeth and bit down until she cried out sharply and tugged at his hair. Releasing his grip, he moved to the other breast and paid it equal attention.

“Did I ever tell you,” Luke panted between licks, “that you have the best pair of tits this side of the Mississippi?”

“Ohhhh…no…you didn’t…” Genie hissed air between her teeth.

“Well, you do,” Luke amended as he let her go and slid his hands down her ribs. He swallowed thickly as his fingers found the sides of her panties. “Genie, look at me, darlin’.”

Genie forced her eyes open and found Luke staring down at her intently. She nodded at the question in his eyes. “Yes, Luke. I’m sure.”

He grinned. Slowly, her panties were pulled off of her hips and she held her knees together until the cotton passed her ankles. Luke’s hand slid between her legs, pressing them open, and his fingers slipped down into the slickness of her sex. “Aw, girl, you’re so wet,” he whispered against her mouth before kissing her again. One finger slid easily inside of her, making Genie stiffen and moan into Luke’s mouth. He pulled back and returned with two fingers now, fitting them tightly inside of her smooth opening. Genie’s hips pushed against his hand and her tongue slid against his.

“Luke,” she mumbled against his jaw as she broke the kiss. Her hands came up and stroked his hair, his ears, the back of his neck.

Luke looked up from staring where his hand was.

“Now. Please,” she whined, flattening her hand against his chest and sliding it between their bodies to hold his erection at the base. “You’re not gonna hurt me,” she started as she slid her fingers around him. “Much,” she amended, feeling the size of him in her hand. She knew he was big, bigger than most, but the thought of having him inside of her, filling her up until her eyes crossed was making her synapses fire too rapidly to comprehend. She tilted her hips and pushed against him, feeling the broad head of his cock slide inside of her.

“Genie,” Luke hissed, catching the hand that held him and holding her still. He pulled back out and took a moment to collect himself. Without taking his eyes from her, he felt around for his jeans. Finding them, he pulled his wallet out and opened it. Ah. Thank God. Luke pulled the condom out of his wallet and waved it in front of Genie’s eyes. He was, after all, just a good ol’ boy.

Genie waited with baited breath as Luke slipped the latex on and then he was back with her, pushing into her, pulling her thighs up around his hips and making her tilt her hips up. Luke slid a little further, his eyes falling to lusty slits, and he paused, feeling a tremble run through Genie’s thighs. He was just over halfway in and he looked down at Genie’s face, seeing concentration there.

“You all right?” he breathed.

Genie let out the breath she had been holding and nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah, Luke. Oh, I’m fine,” she drawled lazily. “Keep going.”

She was tight as he sank into her, and the heat made him shake with anticipation. When he met a little resistance, he licked the pad of his thumb and brought it down to slowly circle her clit in tiny, maddening circles. That made her wail and curse him, but she opened more and a new rush of moisture eased his way. He groaned as he slipped further, still circling that little bud of flesh and making her breath become short and choppy. Finally he had worked his way in and he paused when he was fully seated inside of her.

Genie opened her eyes and stared up at Luke in awe. He fit her perfectly. Her toes curled in the blanket beneath her and the look in Luke’s eyes was enough to turn her into marshmallow. His breath was warm and sweet as he hovered over her, looking into her eyes.

“Still okay?” he asked gently, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“Perfect,” she purred, pushing up with her hips. “You?”

Luke groaned as she moved and he buried his face in her neck for a moment. “Do that again,” he said thickly.

“What?” Genie asked. She pushed her hips up again and tightened around Luke’s cock. He growled louder and she smiled. “That?”

“Yeah, that,” he grumbled as he began rocking his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Luke laid down then, pressing his bare chest against Genie’s breasts, and he purred at the sensation. She ruffled his hair playfully and relaxed into the ground, taking Luke’s weight on.

“I like you on top of me,” she admitted plainly.

Luke kissed her, slowly and deep, as he gently rocked them back and forth. Her arms wrapped about his shoulders and he braced himself on his forearms so that he could see her face as he pushed in as far as he could and then pulled out painstakingly slow. They built heat like that, and sweat formed on her belly and in the small of his back. It beaded on his shoulders and her fingers slid across them. He sucked the sweat from her neck, laced his tongue along her earlobe, whispered dirty little things in her ear that made her cry out and buck her hips against his.

“Your mama warn you ‘bout this?” Luke grunted as he suddenly jerked his hips hard.

Genie wailed sharply and she opened her eyes wide, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’m not gonna discuss my mama with you right now, Luke Duke,” she purred.

Luke smirked and pushed up to his knees, tilting Genie’s hips more as he did so. The sight of his cock sliding out of her was mind-blowing and he shuddered with pleasure as he breathed heavily through his nose. He began a series of short, fast strokes that caused the tip of his erection to bump Genie’s g-spot.

“Luke!” She gasped sharply. Her hands gripped his forearms and she pushed up, meeting his thrusts, causing herself more pleasure.

Luke’s face screwed up with pleasure and he watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Genie slowly came undone under him. Biting his lip at the feeling of Genie clamping her muscles around him, Luke’s breath left him in harsh pants and grunts. Skin met skin and he watched Genie’s hand wander from his arm to the place where they were joined, not only stroking his length as he pulled out, but brushing her clit in time with his thrusts.

“Ohgenie,” Luke moaned. He redoubled his efforts, moving faster now, stroking her with all that he had. Sweat rolled down his back and clung to his forehead and Genie’s face was flushed with passion. Her breasts moved back and forth and Luke reached out to hold them, to tug sharply at the reddened peaks and bring forth another string of moans and whimpers from the girl under him.

Breathing deeply, Genie felt the first twinges of her orgasm start to swell in her spine and wash out to her fingers and toes, and then rocket back to her belly to roil and tingle marvelously. Luke’s name became a breathy chant for her and as he drove her harder, her knees pressed into his sides and held him tight. With a long, low groan, Luke’s hands came back down and cupped Genie’s ass, pulling her against him, pushing her further open as he stroked faster.

He felt her suddenly tighten around him, release, and then put his cock in a stranglehold as she held her breath and keened loudly. The sensation of her cumming so hard caused Luke to swear a blue streak to the moon overhead and he growled and put the hammer down, destination: his orgasm. He felt the white-hot shiver begin in his balls and glide up his spine.

Genie was a mass of sated flesh, her legs shaking from her orgasm, and she could feel her internal muscles try to grasp onto Luke and hold him. It was no use trying to, however. All Genie could do was lay there and let him take her where he was going. Luke’s hips began to falter and the way his breath caught in his throat told Genie that he was about to go off like a rocket. His hips bucked once more, then twice, and with a hoarse shout and a shuddering groan, he began to cum. He managed to pass his fingers across Genie’s clit again and that, combined with the lusty sounds coming from Luke, caused another tiny climax, shaking her to the core. Luke moaned, falling forward on his elbows, and his breath stirred her hair as he struggled to regain some composure.

Shaking with the aftermath of his climax, Luke rose up on his forearms and stared down at Genie, his fingers wiping away the hair that clung to her cheeks. His kiss was soft and warm, his mouth opening against hers, and he pressed his tongue against hers in a silky caress. Genie moaned in her throat and smiled against Luke’s mouth, and then curled her arms about his shoulders and felt him relax at her touch.

“Goddamn,” Genie whispered against Luke’s ear, a perfect replication of his favorite expression.

He chuckled and nuzzled his nose into Genie’s neck, inhaling deeply. “You can say that again, darlin’.” He felt her shift underneath him and he rocked his hips back, slowly pulling away from her soft heat. But he did not leave his spot between Genie’s legs and instead lay his ear on her chest and wrestled the blanket over their bodies. “Kinda glad we waited for that,” he admitted.

“Hmmm,” Genie mumbled, raking her fingers through Luke’s hair. “Me too.” Luke’s breath ghosted across her bare skin in an easy rhythm and soon Genie found that the elder Duke cousin was sleeping peacefully, his face all full of boyish charm. She rolled her eyes at that. He might have been a good lover, but he was a man after all. She knew that he was sleeping because of exhaustion, not because he didn’t want to talk. Genie yawned as well and then tried to make herself as comfortable as possible under the lanky frame. When Luke slept, it was like the dead, and so she wasn’t likely to be going anywhere for a while.

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TBC