We’re near the door that leads to the tunnels, opposite of that was a stationary area with a shelf and another table.
That table came in very handy on round three.
Now we’re on the floor again.
The floor is cold against my skin. It’s actually frigid, but the naked beauty I’m touching is hot as hell.
Sinfully hot and she has a guy like me eating out of the palm of her hand. Me… but it’s a give and take situation because we’re feasting on each other.
I have her on her back, lying on my shirt so she can be as close to comfortable as we can get. Her legs are spread wide open and I have my face buried deep inside her pretty pussy as I eat her out.
I hold her thighs apart as I lick and suck against her clit, teasing the bud to make it harder, eliciting her feminine moans of satisfaction.
She runs her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to taste her and take her. And I do. The rise and fall of her hips against my skin sends a blast of fire through me every time she touches me.
“Luke, I’m coming,” she cries arching her back, pressing her pussy harder into my face.
I take a second to look up at her. My damn dick is so hard already, and it gets harder when I see her face. Just knowing I produced that half pleasure, half pain filled look on her face hardens me and if I’m not careful I’ll blow my load right here, embarrassing myself.
“Come for me baby,” I tell her and she does.
Her hand runs over my head when she cries out and her body shudders with the wild buzz I feel too.
I like watching her breasts bounce, the rose tipped nipples darkening and hardening with arousal.
I can’t see tits moving and looking like that and not suck on them. So as she comes, I slide up her body and suck her breasts, heightening the pleasure and the satisfaction I want to give her.
Her breasts in my mouth feel so damn good I don’t want to stop sucking. Not when those were the things that enticed the fuck out of me for so many years.
Greed makes me want to return to her pussy to lick up the sweet nectar I know is flowing from her. What stops me is the look on her face. It stops me and holds me in place, making me wish I could see that look every day; forever.
Fucking hell, she’s so damn beautiful. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I told her it wasn’t a good idea for us to be together.
I should have just been selfish. I’m doing that now in my taking.
“Luke… ahhhh,” she hums and it snaps me out of the reverie.
I remember the feast that awaits and there it is the creamy, nectar flowing from the delicious lips of her pussy.
I go in and start lapping it up, drinking like it’s my last meal. Tasting her like she’s a rare, exotic dish I can’t get enough of.
It’s true though… she is.
There is no one like her.
I drink until it’s all gone and she seems to have calmed.
One wave of her hand over my head again makes me look up and see the delightful smile on her face.
“I want to taste you too,” she tells me.
I’m probably walking too close to the edge by agreeing. I want to finish inside her, but who could say no to that?
“Taste me baby, and do whatever the fuck you want to me.” I chuckle and she eases herself up.
I can’t get enough of the sight of those tits bobbing as she moves. It’s something I’m filing in my mind to always remember.
Amy returns to my lips for a hot, wet kiss, a salacious smile dancing on her mouth.
That mouth that’s already done so much to me is about to do more.
I can’t wait.
She pushes me back and I don’t mind the cold edge of the floor at all. It’s a contrast to the heat from her.
My cock juts up toward her, straining in her hands as she takes it.
I lean onto my elbows to give her better access and she kneels between my legs bending and gripping the base of my cock with those long slender fingers.
By the time she leans in to take me into her mouth there’s already pre-cum on the tip of my cock, a sure sign I won’t last as long as I want to when I’m inside her.
Her mouth on me, however, robs me of any thought. She sucks and her head starts moving up and down my length. Her tongue licks in rasping strokes while she sucks and it drives me insane. More crazy than I already was.
She sucks hard then… she takes me deeper, deep throating me. So deep I think she might choke.
A groan rumbles deep within my chest and the tension tightens my balls. I know then that this is it.
Either I finish in her mouth, or inside her pussy.
Since I’m pretty sure this is the last round we’ll be able to fit in I decide on the latter.
“Baby, I need you now.” I practically growl the words and she releases my cock with a sexy smile on her face.
Like the sexy seductress she is, she automatically gets on her hands and knees and pushes out her lush ass for me to take her from behind. Again.
Fuck yeah.
She looks over her shoulder at me with that hair of hers falling forward over her face and giggles when I give her ass a playful smack.
“Bad girl, you drive me crazy.”
“Maybe you should punish me,” she taunts, and my mouth waters. I almost find myself fucking drooling. I can’t believe this is the same girl that used to follow me around when she was little with her hair in pigtails and ribbons.
Jesus, the woman grew up to become a goddess.
I grab her hips, loving the feel of the silky smooth skin beneath my fingertips and I lean forward to inhale the scent of her. It’s a mingle of sweet vanilla and sex, and the passion rippling from her.
It really does drive me crazy.
“I’m going to own this body of yours,” I tell her, at the same time I plunge into her wet heat.
She takes me and her head snaps forward facing the wall.
Pleasure pulses through me in a bolt of lightning that drives my movements. It takes over instantly when my mind slips from my control. My body takes over. The primal, raw instinct to have her and indeed own her body comes over me and all I can do is hold her as I start to fuck her hard.
It doesn’t take long before we’re both lost in the hold of the carnal erotic bliss that makes us yield to the force that wants to possess us.
It makes me surrender all thoughts that this could be one night, or one moment with her.
It’s like an epiphany singing to my soul that this woman needs to be mine.
I can’t let her go again.
My balls tighten from the thought and the sight of her writhing against me, wiggling her ass into me like she wants to fuck me too.
It’s too much. I’ve tried to fight the rush as it’s built up within me, but I can’t anymore. The need to explode makes me succumb and I drive into her one last time erupting like a hurricane of hot cum.
Our breaths mingle in the silence as we come down from the high. I pull out of her and grab the little box of tissues we found on the shelf earlier to clean off, then clean her off too.
“Thank you,” she mutters on a raspy hush. Her eyes although hooded are still filled with secretive sexual promises.
I want her to forgive me. I want to pick up from that morning I made the mistake of letting her go and pretend the last year never happened.
She smiles as I watch her slip back into her top.
We’ve been putting pieces of our clothes on in between times just in case anyone does come down here.
I drag on my boxers and my pants then check my phone. It’s two in the morning, we’ve been in here for eight hours and either no one has missed us or someone has enabled this time we’ve spent together.
I don’t know which, but I’m grateful for it.
“You’re looking at me weird,” she states with a little grin.
“You’re beautiful and I want you again.” I answer.
Her smile widens then it falters. “What
happens when the sun comes up?”
I’m about to say that I’ll want her even more but I realize why she’s asking me that. It’s because of last time.
“Amy –” My next words cut when we both hear the distinct sound of the door opening.
She gasps and grabs her skirt, slipping into it.
Footsteps sound on the stone floor then voices. It’s Shauna and Ben.
I just get my shirt on by the time they get to us but they know full well what Amy and I have been up to.
If that wasn’t enough, there’s Amy’s bra on the table and the state of us. Our hair is a mess and we look like we’ve had wild sex.
Ben knows. He looks shocked as he looks from me to Amy, his little sister.
Shauna has the biggest smile on her face though. She could give the Cheshire cat a new title with that smile.
“We…. came to look for you guys,” Ben says.
“We got stuck down here,” I answer, with a noticeable quiver in my voice. I sound like a teenage Luke who has just been caught up to no good rather than Lieutenant Luke who was a bad ass alpha, known for doing whatever the hell he wants.
“Stuck?” Ben bites back a smile. His eyes are cautious though, and I don’t know what he’s thinking. This was not the way I would have wanted him to find out I was with his sister, even though the man has asked me repeatedly if I had any feelings for her. Over the years he kept asking like a broken record, telling me he’d be fine with it and he actually couldn’t ask for anybody better for Amy. I just never believed it myself.
“Looks like you weren’t all that worried about being stuck down here,” Shauna says, stating the obvious.
“We were just…” Amy attempts but her voice trails off and we look at each other.
We can’t even lie.
We look at each other and I realize I didn’t answer her question about tomorrow.
What happens when the sun comes up?
That’s not the only thing I want to give an answer for.
6
Amy
“How would you like me to say I told you so? Fast? Or, slow?” Shauna bubbles as she comes into my room.
I came up here after the most embarrassing scene of my life and went to bed. Of course I would have loved nothing more than to go to sleep in Luke’s arms like I suspected we were gearing up for but hey… at least we got out and more than that we got to spend that time together.
What I don’t know is if that was it.
Thank God no one tried to ask me any questions as much as I suspected they wanted to.
Now Shauna is here to pick up where she left off.
The little minx saunters past me and sits on the edge of the bed. At least she brought breakfast.
It’s a wide plate with ten croissants and a little pot of strawberry jelly.
I join her and her smile widens.
“I. Told. You. So. That’s how the slow version sounds. I-told-you-so, is the fast version. I can also do it in different accents and languages.”
“Or you could stop,” I laugh.
“Now why would I do that? Are you seriously going to lie and tell me that you and Luke didn’t have sex all night?” She raises a brow and narrows her eyes.
I look away to the unpacked suitcase the maids brought up yesterday. It’s next to the solid mahogany wardrobe with the long mirror holding my reflection.
I still look like a woman who’s had wild sex and my skin is absolutely glowing with it.
There’s no point even trying to lie.
I return my focus to Shauna who is still smiling.
“I’m not going to lie to you. Shauna I was so mad at him. I didn’t realize just how mad I was until we talked it out. Did you know he was injured and that he’s back for good?” I ask just because it’s so bizarre that I didn’t know. I wonder if she did and never told me.
When she gasps and shock suffuses her face I get my answer.
“Oh my God, what? What happened?”
I tell her everything and when I’m done I actually feel more of the angst I’ve been carrying all year lift with it.
“So, Luke actually thought you could do better than him and that’s why he didn’t pursue you,” she says with reflection, and I nod.
“Yeah. I feel like I wish I’d fought more, so I could have found out the real reason back then. I was just so hurt.”
“Amy, I don’t know anybody who would have fought to question a situation like that. You would feel hurt after what happened and the natural thing to do is leave it alone and not deal with it. Trust me, it played out the way it should. I’m so blown away with what he said to you though… that thinking of you kept him alive.”
I think of that and tears prick the backs of my eyes. No one has ever said such a beautiful thing to me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more valued or important.
“Luke told you the same about your job. I mean he said you could do better and you did. Look at you at Vogue, Amy. If I remember well he’s always done that in some way. He’s always wanted the best for you. I think this might be one time where I’m going to say you should forgive him. ”
I’m already nodding before she can finish.
“I already have.”
She giggles. “Sorry, of course you have. I guess that was where the makeup sex came in?”
Make up sex?
I don’t know what that was, or if we can call it that. I don’t know what happens next.
The knock that’s sounds on the door might give me an answer.
“Come in,” I say and the door opens revealing the man I wanted to see.
Luke stands at the door looking even better than he did yesterday in a long sleeved black shirt that shows off his muscles and Levi’s hung low on his hips.
“Ladies, sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he apologizes.
“That’s okay, I was just leaving.” Shauna stands and takes the plate of breakfast.
“Hey isn’t that mine?” I chuckle.
“Not anymore,” she bubbles and saunters out the door with a sway in her hips.
Luke comes into the room and I stand.
Nerves twist my insides and anxiety stills my breath.
What is he going to say to me?
I know what I want to say and if everything is as he said it was then this conversation should go the way I want. But what if it doesn’t?
“Morning,” he says reaching forward to touch my hair.
“Morning,” I answer.
“I came to finish answering that question seeing as how the sun is now up.”
I smile up at him and love the twinkle in his eyes.
“You came to give me an answer?”
“Yeah… and ask you something?”
“That sounds nice.” And promising.
“I want to be with you Amy. Just like I told you. Last year I messed up big time and I don’t plan to again. That’s my answer.”
“I like that answer a lot since… I want to be with you too.”
The corners of his lips arch into a sensual, but sinful smile. “Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m hoping you’ll join me for dinner on Monday when we get back to San Francisco.”
“Yes, I will. What happens until then? We have this whole weekend.”
“I noticed.”
Our gaze drifts to the bed at the same time and I giggle when he picks me up and we both land on the bed, our lips meeting for a kiss that tells all.
We’re going to be locked in this room all weekend.
I’ll try to remember to lock the bedroom door the first chance I get.
Epilogue
Amy
One year later…
It seemed fitting that we should get married here at the chateau.
It also seemed fitting that we would sneak down into the cellar the first chance we got, while everyone was so engrossed with dancing and drinking that they wouldn’t miss us.
Luke picks me up and carries me down the st
airs, kissing me the whole time.
We both changed an hour ago into less weddingy clothes. I’m in a little white cocktail dress and he’s in a white button down with black slacks. But those are about to come right off.
We go to our spot we’ve made use of every time we come to visit my parents and tonight will be no different.
When we get there, I see my wonderful husband has done more than I expected to make it look magical.
There’s a little cot with a sheer silky curtain draped over the headboard making it look Arabian.
I already felt like a princess when I walked down the aisle to be his. Now I really believe I am.
There’s candles lit in tall pewter sticks and rose petals sprinkled on the floor leading to a bucket of champagne.
“You are too much Lieutenant.” I giggle pressing my nose against his.
“Anything for you Mrs. Montgomery. I love you,” he says and I relish those words.
I will never tire of hearing them coming from the man I’ve always dreamed of being with.
“I love you too,” I tell him.
“Time to escape to another fantasy.”
I nod agreeing.
His words are music to my ears.
The End
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