Cheer Up!

Author's Note: I edited this chapter slightly to change it from brushing a cow to watering plants as what Angela was doing when she was watching Luke. She can't have a cow; she doesn't have a barn!

Also, I got one recent question about whether or not she was pregnant; I get this question a lot in all my stories. The answer is always emphatically no. I do not write pregnancies, babies, or children into any of my stories. Sometimes I explain that the characters are using birth control, sometimes I don't. In the case of these two, maybe one of them is sterile. I don't know, I don't care. They are fictional, so it doesn't matter. Here's my public service announcement, though: Hey kids! If you have unprotected sex like these two, you WILL get pregnant. So don't do it! Talk to your doctor about the pill and other birth control options! Thank you. Anyway, ahem, I know the next question is why don't I ever do pregnancy. Well, I'm a woman who's been married for almost 7 years, and I have no children. I don't like children. I especially do not like newborn babies. I don't think they bring a couple closer together, I think they drive them apart and ruin all the hot sex. That's just my personal opinion, and it's what I've personally witnessed in all the couples I know. Obviously, it's a good thing that everyone doesn't think that way, or the human race would die out. But you know, I think the other 6 billion people on earth will more than pick up my slack for not procreating. So, I will never write my couples having babies. Be disappointed if you want, but...don't you want them to keep having hot lemon? Yes? Then don't worry about babies. LOL. Again, thanks for reading, everyone, and keep the reviews coming!

Chapter 12

The next day, Luke proudly announced that he would be building an addition onto our house. This was a good thing, considering the cramped quarters the two of us had been living in. I was fine with it for the most part, since I didn’t care if we were forced close together, for obvious reasons, but still, it would be more sensible to have more room.

He departed to get prepared, while I did my farm chores. He returned with his father and Bo, as well as a large load of lumber. They set to work, building onto the house from the kitchen side. They would build a framework first, enclose it, then knock down the old wall. That was a relief to me, because for some reason, I thought that they would just cut the wall off, and build onto that. I didn’t want my house open up to the elements!

I had to admit that, as usual, I was turned on by watching Luke work. I watered my crops absentmindedly as I watched him work from the field. I tried not to openly ogle, but it was hard. He was just so sexy looking. Every muscle in his body rippled with each movement he made, and when he started sweating in the midday sun and paused to strip off his shirt, I thought I would lose it. I gazed, open mouthed, across the distance at the sight of his perfect body. The can lurched forward hopelessly, trickling water out all over my shoes, and I didn't even care. Even though I got to see it all I wanted, I could never get enough. I swallowed hard, feeling myself getting very aroused.

Then I got a cold splash of water to my arousal in the form of Dale suddenly stepping in front of Luke, blocking my view of him, and to my horror, stripping his own shirt off. I almost dry heaved at the sight of his enormous belly and saggy man boobs. I turned my focus back on my watering, tilting the can back up. I shivered a little, and vowed to secretly restrict Luke’s mayonnaise consumption in some way. There was no way I was letting him turn into that!

The three of them were quite a team, working in unison. The whole project would take two days, but even by the finish of the first day, it looked pretty impressive. The addition was almost complete on the outside. They would just need to knock down the wall inside and do cleanup and finishing touches the following day. There were already tools and supplies spread out inside the house in preparation for the next day, and I had to be careful stepping over them.

Since my kitchen would be off limits for most of tomorrow, I went ahead and made us some box lunches for the next day as I was cooking dinner. I had finished with the lunches and set a pot of rice on the stove to steam it when Luke stepped in the house. He grinned at me, then came over and swept me off my feet, twirling me around. He placed me back on the ground gently, and I smiled up into his face, tilting my head back for a kiss.

When he pulled out of the kiss, his eyes were twinkling down on me. “Heh…I saw you staring at me today.”

I felt my face get hot. “D-did you?” I wondered if he had also seen me be disgusted by his father’s body. Apparently not, and that part was soon gone from my mind; because his hands started wandering all over me.

“Yeah…I like when you stare at me like that. It’s hot as hell,” he whispered in my ear, and I trembled, my knees threatening to buckle out under me as he rubbed at me through the outside of my pants. I clung onto the front of his shirt, whimpering with pleasure. His hands went to my waistband, undoing the fixtures there, and then he slid my pants as well as my panties all the way off. I stepped out of them, feeling a little vulnerable and embarrassed.

Luke pushed me up against the wall, kissing me deeply as he unworked his own pants. He slid them just far enough down on his hips to free his hardness, then he moved in closer to me. He urged me to place one leg around his waist, and then rubbed his length teasingly against the outside of my wetness. I wanted him inside of me right then, so I pleaded, “Oh please, Luke, I want you…” He gave a pleased groan and plunged in, thrusting against me.

We both moaned happily and rocked against each other, enjoying the feeling. Although I was mostly focused on him, I kept an eye out for the rice that I was cooking, so that it didn't boil over. My attention was drawn back to him as he hammered me into the wall. I cried out in pleasure. The sensation was just amazing, and the different angle made me feel new things. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead to press on his shoulder as I clenched myself around him.

"Luke...I'm..." The rest of my sentence crescendoed into a loud moaning, which Luke matched for volume as he groaned, releasing inside of me. We both continued to make loud sounds of pleasure as I tilted my head up, fluttering my eyes open to conscientiously check on the pot of rice. My eyes focused much more quickly on the door, which was opening right then. My moan of pleasure turned into a scream as Dale walked in, carrying some more supplies. Luke looked at me, surprised, then whipped his head to look over his shoulder.

"Hey, Pops, we're kinda busy," he panted, totally calm. My eyes were wide open with shock and embarrassment, and I stared as Dale, who seemed completely stunned by the scene in front of him, turned around and walked out.

My heart was pounding, and my whole body was shaking with humiliation. As we carefully broke apart, I pulled my pants on as quickly as I could, too embarrassed to look at Luke. I could feel my whole face burning very hotly as Luke gripped me by my shoulders, turning me towards him. "Hey...it's okay. It's not like he's never done that before. I mean, he made me after all, believe it or not."

My face continued to burn. "It's still completely mortifying! Oh, Goddess, Luke," I groaned as I slapped a hand to cover my face. "I will never, ever be able to face your father again."

He grinned carelessly. "Yeah you will. You two will act all awkward around each other for a while, but it'll be forgotten eventually." Deep down, I knew he was right, but it still didn't erase the acute distress I felt at that moment. Luke fixed his pants nonchalantly and whistled, turning his attention to the stove. "What's for dinner?" he asked cheerfully. I just rolled my eyes and how lightly he took life, but I realized, maybe that was the best way, after all. Most of the stress and drama in people's lives, they created themselves. Luke was totally drama-free (if you didn't count the whole Selena thing) because he refused to fall into that trap.

So, I forced myself to smile. "Fried rice," I answered, lifting up the lid to show him the steamed rice. He opened his mouth to say something, and I answered before he could ask. "No, it doesn't have spinach in it, and I'm not going to add spinach, because it wouldn't be good. We'll have to have a spinach free night. Are you going to survive?" He nodded and laughed, and I laughed too.

The next day, the carpenter crew returned to finish the job. I still couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with Dale, and I decided to take my fishing pole and head all the way south to the beach so that I wouldn't have to face him that day. I returned home when they were finished, and I admired the work they had done. After we had eaten dinner, Luke piped up. "Let's go to the hot springs. I'm like, mega sore from all that work." I agreed, and went to get my bathing suit. "Oh, no you don't," Luke admonished. "Remember what I told you? Natives go naked in the hot springs."

"I'm not a native," I mumbled.

"Well, you're married to one, and I won't let you wear that touristy bathing suit in there. C'mon, let's go!" he exclaimed, and I grabbed some towels on the way out. We reached the summit of Caramel Falls, and went behind the screen together. I giggled a little, remembering how embarrassed, confused, and aroused I had been when he had undressed here on the first day of summer. As usual, he was totally naked before I even had a few buttons undone, and he wrapped a towel around his waist. He hurried out to the water, and I finished undressing, then wrapped a towel around my whole body.

I timidly peeked out from behind the screen, then carefully stepped over the rocks to the spring. "Come on, Angela, it's cool," Luke assured me. I slipped into the water, still wearing the towel. Luke grinned across at me as he pulled his own towel out from under the water and laid the sopping wet cloth on the rocks. "Now I'm naked," he teased me. Even though he was my husband, I couldn't help but blush, because I could remember quite vividly the last time we were at the springs. "Go ahead, take your towel off too," Luke urged me.

"N-no!" I stammered, still feeling unsure. I looked around into the semi-darkness of early evening. "Somebody might be around."

"Oh, hardly anyone uses these hot springs any more, especially not in the fall," he assured me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "I have a feeling your dad is going to come prancing up that path at any time." Luke roared with laughter, but continued to try to convince me that it was safe. I hesitated; but finally, my hands trembling violently, I removed my towel, lifting it out of the water. I then slumped and sunk in as deep as I could, my arms crossed over my chest defensively.

"Aw, you gotta relax, Angela, or the hot springs are no good!" Luke admonished, moving closer to me. He reached behind me, kneading at my shoulders gently. "Relax! You're all tense and stuff!" His hands felt heavenly, and I finally did relax, my muscles seemingly melting into the water. I moaned in pleasure, and Luke brought his lips close to my ear. "Ooh, I like to hear you moan..." he whispered there, and I trembled, this time out of arousal and not out of trepidation.

His hands slipped under the water, and he caressed my breasts gently. My head bobbed forward, and I closed my eyes, moaning softly. He traced his fingertips down between my legs, and began to touch me there with one hand. He kissed and nibbled at my neck and earlobes, and I sighed in delight. He then moved around to the front of me, and continued his ministrations from there. I took the opportunity to reach forward and grab for him. As I expected, he was already totally hard. I twisted and flexed my wrist as I stroked at him in an erratic pattern. He groaned, catching my lips for a deep kiss. We twirled our tongues together as we touched each other, and I could feel myself getting close.

I broke away from the kiss, then bit at my lip. "Oh, don't stop doing that, Luke..." I pleaded desperately, tilting my hips forward to him. He continued to do exactly what I needed, and within a few moments I was crying out, leaning forward into him and shuddering hard. I whispered his name over and over as I recovered, then I realized that he was still unsatisfied, and I began to stroke more rapidly at his length. He shut his eyes tightly, concentrating hard, and then he cried out in ecstasy as he climaxed.

His release came out under the water, and I worried for a moment. "Oh, ew, we've messed up the water."

He panted in satisfaction, then shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "Ah, big deal. I've been messing up this water for like, 6 years."

I stared at him, unbelieving. "You mean...?"

He nodded, grinning widely, as if he was proud of himself. "Yup."

I squealed. "That's yucky! No wonder no one uses the hot springs anymore! It's like...being in Luke soup."

He laughed at that. "Naw, it's cool. It dissolves into the water and stuff, right?"

"I don't know about that...anyway...ew, Luke! Don't do that anymore, okay?"

He looked at me with wide, innocent eyes. "Well, of course not! I don't have to do that anymore, anyway. I have you now..." he wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I laughed. "So now, instead of making a mess in the hot springs, you make a mess out of me, right?"

"Uh huh," he replied, kissing my shoulder. Even though a normal girl would probably have been grossed out, I sighed happily. That was my silly Luke.