by Eva Andrews
Genevieve’s mind was spinning, she got up from her seat and marched directly to her room, she needed to pack. She needed to see him; she needed to fix the damage she created before it was too late. She had gone an entire week without laying eyes on him, or touching him. She missed his smell, she missed his touch, enough was enough.
She knew her father was right; her damn pride is what was keeping them apart. Luke had been trying everything possible these past days. He was kind and sweet, and overly patient while she acted like a spoiled child. He had left her flowers and notes, and yet he still came back day after day.
The thought of him traveling to Ireland made her panic, she hadn’t seen his face in almost a week. The thought of him leaving for an undetermined time caused her to become short of breath.
Had he given up on her? Did he hate her?
The mere thought of losing Luke made her sick, she knew she wanted him, she knew she loved him, why didn’t she just say yes? This entire thing would have never happened. Why hadn’t she opened her damn door each day? She was such a fool.
Walking into her closet she pulled out her traveling trunk and let it fall to the floor, she began filling it with dresses and items she’d need on her trip. She wasn’t going to let Luke go away without her. Writing a quick letter to her parents, she left it on her bed. Throwing on her dark cloak she pulled it over her head and grabbed her trunk and headed down the back staircase.
She knew his ship’s name; with her father in the shipping business she was familiar with Luke’s fleet of ships. Luke had many ships, however he only used a select few for his own personal use. She slipped into one of her father’s carriages and asked to be taken directly to the wharf.
An hour later he pulled up to the St. George house, Luke eyed the tall brownstone with hesitation. He had toyed with the idea of leaving and letting Genevieve stew in loneliness, however couldn’t leave the country without saying goodbye to her. He didn’t know how long he’d be gone, he thought it right to tell her himself, even if she refused to see him.
Phillip, Genevieve’s father was at the table with his wife Selina when the butler escorted Luke in.
“Good morning Luke, the dragon left her room this morning, albeit temporary, I think you might have luck today!” Motioning for Luke to go ahead, Genevieve’s father continued reading his paper beside his lovely wife.
Running his hand through his dark hair, he took the stairs two at a time and arrived at Vieve’s door, just like the mornings before. Gently knocking he awaited an answer, “Vieve, I came to say goodbye kitten. I have to leave on business for a while, I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
Silence was his only reply.
He was sure she was blatantly ignoring him; he did avoid her for a few days. Maybe she was trying to punish him? Being short on time he stood in front of her door and leaned his head against her door in frustration, “Vieve, I’m sorry. I wish I could see your face before I board my ship, I will miss you every second I’m away.”
Running his hand down the door he pushed away and walked down the stairs. Shoving his hands in his pockets he walked out of the house without even saying goodbye to her family, confused at what he did so wrong to illicit this type of cold shoulder from her was staggering. He had never experienced this type of treatment before, certainly not from Genevieve. He would have never guessed her to have the tenacity to hold out this long.
With his trunks packed in the waiting carriage, he slid in and shut the door behind him and let out a frustrated sigh. Pounding his fist on the carriage roof, he directed the driver to the wharf. Within seconds, he was on his way to his ship, The Dark Horse, which was tied up at the Royal Victoria dock.
His mission was to take a group of his men to Ireland to investigate the happenings on the shores of Dublin, it had came to their attention that the hordes of stolen war treasure was being transported by Lord Rossdale’s ship. Luke and his team had already created quiet an impressive investigation on the Jackal over the years, what he needed now was find a way to drive the Jackal out of hiding. He had little doubt now that the Jackal and Lord Rossdale were connected, soon enough he’d find out who the Jackal really was.
The smell of salty air wafted through his carriage as he arrived at the dock, once stopped, he slid out of his carriage and directed the footman to deliver his trunks to his ship.
Walking down the dock to his ship, he ran his eyes over her doing last minute visual checks, the ship buzzed with activity as the crew prepared for their imminent departure.
“Afternoon Captain, she be a fine day! Ship be ready when you are,” nodding from the bow, his first mate Seamus welcomed Luke onto the ship. Seamus had been his first mate for years, he was a burly man who was skilled at the helm of the ship and ran his crew like the fine military man he was. When Luke didn’t sail with his ship, Seamus was the acting captain in his absence.
Walking up the wooden plank, he placed his troubles with Genevieve behind him and focused on his second love, his ship. “She be a fine day indeed Seamus, good to be back on the deck!”
“All the crew is here, the ship is ready to depart, shall I start preparations?” Seamus asked as they shook hands.
Luke looked behind him to see his footmen carrying his trunks to his quarters, “Aye, shove off when you are ready Seamus, I’m going to do my rounds.” Nodding to his trusted crewmember he set off to check the hold and interior of his ship.
With any trip Luke had a ritual, he personally inspected his ship from top to bottom, he refused to become lax, even with a excellent crew, he knew it was his duty to insure everyone’s safety.
Passing his familiar crew as he walked down to the hold, he went through his final checks as he moved methodically through his inspection. Hearing his crew above, he felt the ship start its departure from the London docks. Departing, they sailed the long ship down the River Thames, it would take them over an hour to reach the English Channel and head north to Ireland. It wouldn’t take them long to sail to Ireland, the sun setting behind them they would sail through the night towards the emerald isle.
Rejoining Seamus on the deck after he inspected the hull, Luke watched as the city disappeared behind them. He stood at the helm of his ship until they sailed into the English Channel; evening was upon them when Luke finally left the deck in search of his quarters. Handing over the helm to Seamus, Luke wanted to change and grab a drink, he was happy to be back at sea again.
Humming to himself, Luke opened his cabin door when a rush of female perfume rolled over him. That scent belonged to one lady only; quickly searching his small captain’s quarters he found her lying on his bunk, peacefully asleep.
A flurry of emotions ran over him as he shut the door quietly behind him. Walking over to her, he stood above her and watched her for a few moments trying to decide what to do. He was needed in Ireland right away; they were already headed through the English Channel. He didn’t have time to turn back.
He was so damn happy to see her face; he hadn’t laid eyes on her in days. His mind was racing trying to recalculate his mission now that she was with him. Her black hair was free of pins; it fanned around her and framed her face as she slept.
Shaking his head as he watched her sleep in his bed, she seemed to surprise him around every corner. No wonder she hadn’t answered her door earlier tonight when he visited her home, the little hellion had stole aboard his ship!
Letting her rest, he walked over to his wardrobe and shed his coat and shirt, standing in only his breeches and polished boots he reached for his whiskey and poured himself a drink as he watched her sleep. The gentle sway of the familiar ocean lulled the ship as they cut through the night waters.
He’d send a letter to her parents on the first courier ship once they reached the shores of Ireland; he knew her parents wouldn’t be happy, but as long as he secured her hand in marriage, all would be well.
Taking a long drink, he watched the shapely figure in his bed, this was the second time he found her in his bed
and he wasn’t going to botch it this time.
Walking over to his door he locked it and sat down his drink. Pulling off his tall boots he tossed them in the corner and walked over to his bed. Crawling onto the bed he lowered himself down beside her and pulled her slowly into his arms. Cradling her in his arms, he buried his face into her hair and took a deep breath. Closing his eyes, his heart was at peace again. These past days had been torture for him, not seeing her, not looking into her eyes had bothered him far more than he expected. He knew it had to be hard on her too; she looked like she hadn’t slept much in days. Savoring her in his arms, he let her perfume surround him and calm his senses.
He couldn’t have asked for a better surprise than to find her in his quarters, although it would complicate his mission, holding her in his arms was worth the price.
Tucking her dark locks behind her ear, he kissed her forehead and ran his hand over her hips, “Kitten, wake up, I want to see those green eyes again,” nudging her with his nose he placed soft kisses on her jaw.
Genevieve’s eyes fluttered open when she heard his familiar rumbling voice; it took her a moment to wake from her slumber. She had fallen asleep so easily in his bed, his scent had surrounded her and made her dreary.
Looking into his eyes, Genevieve felt his muscles flex and his heart pound against her chest, “I am so sorry for the way I’ve acted Luke, I am completely at blame. Every day I wanted to open my door and rush into your arms, will you forgive me?” She knew what she needed to say, even if Luke didn’t need those words, she needed to say them.
The side of his mouth kicked up in a grin and he pulled her on top of him wrapping his strong naked arms around her small frame, “Done. Will you forgive me Vieve? I do not like fighting with you; it puts me out of sorts. I need to have my wits about me on this trip, especially now that you are here.”
“Of course I’ll forgive you Luke, I love you.” She whispered against his lips, feeling his chest expand at her last words she looked down into his piercing blue eyes.
“Say it again Vieve.” His voice hoarse with desire as his fingers dug into her thighs pulling her closer.
“I love you Luke Michael Somerset, I’ll love you to the day I die. I’m a fool to think there is anyone else in this world more suited for me. You are, and always have been everything I’ve ever wanted. I want only one man, you, for the rest of my life,” leaning down she captured his mouth and set their blood on fire with an impassioned kiss.
Luke picked her up off the bed and sat her on her feet, spinning her around he went to work on the laces of her gown, as each lace loosened he placed a trail of searing kisses over her shoulders and down her back. Slipping her gown over her hips, she heard it fall to the floor.
“No undergarments Vieve, how enticing.” Gently spinning her around she stood before him completely naked. Not feeling once ounce of shyness she stepped forward and grabbed his waistband, freeing him one button at a time she was intrigued by his body. Never seeing a man naked before, let alone one shaped like a God, she ran her hands over his sculpted muscles as she removed his pants.
Luke grabbed her hip and brought their bodies together, skin-to-skin. Grinning like a fool, he plucked her off her feet and threw her over his shoulder as he walked back to his bed.
Setting her down gently, he crawled onto the bed. Luke worked his way up her legs, kissing and licking her tender skin as she squirmed underneath his expert touch.
Completely lost in his touch, she let her emotions and the sensations she was feeling take over her body. This is what she needed, she wanted Luke to make her a woman, she needed his love, she wanted his touch and most of all she wanted it now.
Feeling him dip his head between her legs she gasped as he kissed her inner thighs, his hands ran up her legs pulling her closer. Feeling him settle between her legs, she felt his hot skin pressing against her as he nudged her knees farther apart. Jumping when she felt his tongue lick her core, her eyes shot open as grabbed a fist full of Luke’s hair.
Feeling his mouth on her most intimate part had her eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh Luke….yeeees.” She moaned breathlessly, she melted under his touch.
Kissing, licking and sucking on her center, Luke had her writhing underneath him as she moaned his name in the dark cabin. She never knew that being loved with his mouth would feel so deliriously naughty. They rocked with the ship as he feasted on her.
“Oh my God Luke, oooooooooohhhhh…” her hands grasped at the sheets as Luke took her to another plane of ecstasy. Everything Genevieve thought she knew about sex was obliterated when Luke brought her to climax, her world imploded into pure ecstasy.
“Well done love, God you are perfect.” He purred as he slowly kissed his way up to her face. Feeling his large cock pressing against her, she reached down and tentatively touched it. She wanted more, she wanted him inside her and she wanted to learn.
Chuckling, Luke whispered into her ear, “Touch me, nothing between us will ever be taboo or wrong. You can do anything you ever dreamed of to me.” Taking her hand, Luke wrapped it around his shaft and showed her how he liked to be touched as he claimed her mouth.
“More Luke, show me more.” She whispered breathlessly against his lips.
Gently removing her hand from his cock, he ran the tip of his cock over her pulsing center, nestling the tip of his large shaft against her entrance.
Sensing his hesitation, she rocked her hips upwards and said. “You have my heart, take my body. Make me yours.”
“Mine.” He purred as he lowered himself over her. He ran his hands up her body and took her mouth in a soul-searching kiss as he entered her in one swift thrust.
The pain seized her immediately; she felt her body tighten against him.
“Breathe Vieve, breathe my love,” moving back and forth slowly he waited until her body started to move with his, “Feel me Vieve, move with me, let go love,” he whispered to her as body began to open. He was so large; it took her body a moment to accept him.
The pain subsided quickly as Luke set a soft rhythm for her, wrapping her arms around his biceps she began to mimic his movement and it felt incredible. Her body came alive under his touch, everything he did, and everywhere he touched felt erotic.
Wrapping her long shapely legs around his hips, Luke increased his thrusts as she moaned his name. Every sound that came out of her made him hotter, she was his siren. Her scent made him harder than he had ever been; he had never experienced this type of connection with a woman before. He had no idea what he’d been missing.
He licked her nipple and toyed with it in her mouth as he pounded into her, she grew needy as desire washed over them. Luke showed her the way. Withdrawing from her, he flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her hips upward. Kneeling behind her, he entered her from behind as he wrapped a handful of hair in one fist and gave it a tug. He loved how playful she was, she savored his roughness and urged him on, this woman below him was no prude. She moaned his name as he pounded her from behind.
“Is this what you want Vieve.” He asked, matching each word with a thrust.
“Yes,” She moaned as she tilted her ass higher, “Don’t hold back Luke…”
His other hand swept over her ass as he thrust into her time and time again; gripping her hip he buried himself to the hilt as made love to her. He did as she commanded and took her like he wanted her, completely, no restraints, no holding back.
He couldn’t get enough of her, and likewise, Genevieve had a sexual appetite as large as his. Giving her sweet round ass a spank, he removed himself yet again and flipped her back over as she giggled in delight; she met his demands with a smile.
His sweet siren pulled him back down on her and nibbled on his ear lobe as his he slid into her. “You were made for me woman, God you are perfect,” his hips flexed as he kissed his wanton lover.
He knew she was close to a climax again, knowing he couldn’t keep this pace up all night without her being extremely sore tomorrow he set a rh
ythm for both of them, locking hands with her, he raised her hands above her head and worked his hips.
Watching her tip her head back and scream his name as she exploded around him, he watching in amazement a pure erotic bliss coursed through her veins. Her body milked his hard cock; her words had him tilting over the edge in seconds flat as he joined her in ecstasy, never had he been so connected to a female before.
In every touch, every moan, every scream his body reacted for her, he pulled in and out several more times before he buried himself inside her one final time, letting go of all restraints he came so hard his legs went numb for a moment.
Both breathless and sweaty, they laid in each other’s arms for a very long time before either moved or spoke.
Feeling her shiver he lifted up the sheets and pulled them over both of their bodies, pulling her over to him he wrapped his arms around his lover and whispered into her ear, “I love you Genevieve Elizabeth, never forget that.” Kissing her temple he was content letting his heart be known.
“I won’t let YOU forget that.” Giggling at him she tickled his ribs as she turned into him.
“Get some rest love, we have a lot of things to talk about tomorrow. Consider yourself officially on this mission, I’ll need to debrief you in the morning so you know exactly what we are going to Ireland for.”
Running his hands through her long hair he watched an emotion play across her face, “What is it Vieve?” He could tell she was thinking about something.
“I never answered your proposal.”
Entwining his fingers with her hand, he raised it to his lips and kissed her hand and said, “Next time I ask, hopefully you won’t faint.” He joked.
“Next time?”
“Yes, I’m going to keep asking you to marry me until we get this right Vieve, no fainting, no fights, I want it to be perfect. Just as long as you understand that marriage to me is a forgone conclusion, and the proposal and wedding are just minor details at this point.” Smiling brightly at her, he watched her face light up at his words.