The fact that he’s willing to pull some strings to get my foot in a door somewhere makes me feel good inside.
I know that I’m capable of working hard, efficiently, and being an asset to any firm that employs me. I also know that my desired field isn’t easy to break into.
Lucas is helping me.
He loves me enough to help me, and I love how that makes me feel.
“Okay, baby,” I nod.
He shakes his head, slipping his hand behind my neck, and gives me a squeeze.
“I love you, kitten.” He grins before his lips touch mine.
I open my mouth to respond, but the gate agent announces that it’s time for first-class passengers to board.
Lucas releases his hand from my neck before lacing his fingers with mine, helping me to stand. We make our way toward the gate and then down the tunnel hallway until we arrive to the plane.
Once we’re seated, Lucas informs me that he called his family, his office, and the detectives that were on my case to inform them of our vacation. He also says that as soon as we return to Ventura, the FBI would like to interview me.
“I thought they had everything they needed?” I ask.
He shakes his head once. “They want to get it all on record. You know how those things go. You may need to testify at a trial as well,” he explains.
“I don’t know if I can do that, if I can testify,” I exhale.
Lucas reaches out, wrapping his hand around my cheek, and tips my head back. His green eyes focus on me, he’s completely serious, there’s not a hint of smart ass in his features.
“Brooklyn. You will testify. You are strong, and these fuckers deserve to be in prison for the rest of their lives. They probably won’t be there quite that long, but your testimony will keep them there as long as possible.”
I lick my dry lips and nod. The dirty rotten bastard, using my need for justice to force me to testify, to outweigh any hesitation I may have.
“I’ll be right at your side every step of the way,” he adds.
“Fine,” I breathe.
Lucas grins before he presses his lips to mine in a chaste kiss.
“Try to get some sleep on this flight. When we arrive, there will be no rest for you,” he states, looking at my chest before he licks his lips.
“Lucas,” I hiss.
His only response is a wink. Pressing my legs together, I close my eyes and imagine what he has in store for me. I have no doubt that whatever it is, it will be sinful and completely and utterly fantastic.
Chapter Seventeen
LUCAS
I’m pleasantly surprised when we step out of the airport in the Caribbean to find the weather in the mid-eighties. It’s not much different from Southern California, except for a little more humidity.
Brooklyn’s eyes take in the airport, as though she’s soaking in everything. I want to laugh at her, it’s only an airport, but she’s too fucking cute.
I see our driver waiting for us with a little sign, I usher her, and our bags, toward him. She doesn’t know that I’ve rented a private residence for us, including a private beach just in front of the house.
Luckily, we don’t have to do any shopping before we go to the house. Brooklyn found a bikini in the airport during our layover. It looks skimpy and I can’t wait to see her curves fill it out.
“What happens now?” she asks after I’ve helped her into the back of the car.
“Just enjoy the drive. We’re heading toward our destination,” I explain.
She doesn’t say anything else. I’m mesmerized by the way she’s sitting forward, her face practically plastered against the window as we drive.
When the driver pulls into the home’s driveway, she gasps and turns to me with a huge smile on her face. I give her a wink, a few minutes later, I’ve tipped the driver and he’s driving away as we walk in the front door.
“You didn’t, Lucas,” she repeats under her breath over and over.
I set our luggage down by the front door and watch her as she starts to explore the house.
“I did, kitten,” I chuckle as I follow behind her.
There is a huge sliding glass wall that separates the outside world from the living room. Beyond the glass wall, there is a pool, a sandy beach, then the ocean. It’s the most amazing scenery I have ever taken in, in my entire life.
Brooklyn walks up to the glass and presses her hand against the clear door, staring out at the endless ocean. Unable to keep from touching her for another moment longer, I close the distance between us, wrapping one hand against her stomach while I press my lips against her neck.
“The house is stocked with food. You have a bikini, and we aren’t leaving this house unless it’s to go to the pool or the beach for the next five days,” I whisper against her skin.
Turning around, she presses her hands against my chest as she tips her head back to look into my eyes.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life,” she smiles.
I shake my head, unbelieving that she thinks she’s been rewarded with me. When in fact, the truth is, I am the one who doesn’t deserve her. I’ve been rewarded with her in my life.
She is absolutely amazing, kind, and too sweet for me. Not to mention a complete bombshell. I’m keeping her, by the end of this little vacation, she’ll understand that I aim to keep her forever.
“Go upstairs and take a shower,” I gently order.
Her body jerks slightly, but I watch her eyes glaze over as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I know if I reached between her legs that I would find her wet.
To avoid doing just that, I reach down and grab a handful of her ass before I give it a hard tap.
She gasps, letting out a small laugh as she skirts my body. I watch as she grabs her small bag and hurries up the stairs.
As much as I want to, I don’t follow behind her. I’m giving her a few minutes to clean up. I’m giving her a small bit of space, because for the next five days she’ll have me next to her, and inside of her, without rest.
Making my way into the kitchen, I open the fridge. It’s stocked exactly as I’ve requested. Reaching inside, I grab a bottle of cold tequila and margarita mix.
It only takes me a few minutes to make Brooklyn’s drink the way I know she enjoys it. I hope that I’ve given her enough time to at least get naked and begin her shower.
With her drink in hand, I make my way toward the master bedroom of the house. Walking inside, I should be impressed by the way it’s set up, but I’m not.
Mainly because Brooklyn’s form is completely visible behind the clear glass shower, and that is what has my complete attention.
Setting her cocktail down on the nightstand next to the bed, I divest myself of my own clothes. With long strides, I head toward the shower, my cock immediately standing at attention as soon as I smell her shampoo.
Brooklyn doesn’t even jump when I open the door, assuredly expecting me. I wrap my hand around her stomach and press my lips to the side of her neck. She turns around, I can tell immediately that she’s up to something by the glint in her warm amber eyes.
I don’t speak, choosing to watch and wait for her to do what she intends. She lathers the soap that is in her hand and begins to wash my chest, her small hands traveling down to my cock. I let out a groan when her soapy grasp wraps around me and begins to stroke.
Brooklyn washes my body, her fingers spending far too much time on my dick than needed, but fuck it feels amazing. When all of the soap is washed away, I watch as she sinks to her knees in front of me.
Slipping my hand in her hair at the side of her head, I shift it toward the back so that I can see her better.
She lifts her eyes to meet mine and grins before her tongue slips out and presses against the head of my cock. I let out a low groan, watching as she swirls her tongue around the tip of my dick.
“Take me,” I demand.
She sits back on her heels and tips her chin up a little more, opening her m
outh wide for me. She’s waiting for me to fill her, and it’s one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen.
Sinking my cock down her throat, I let out a long groan when I’m as far down as I can go. She’s so warm and tight, her throat expanding, allowing me inside of her.
I pull out before sinking back inside of her again, going a little deeper each time. I repeat the motion, watching her to ensure that I don’t hurt her.
When I’m fully seated inside of her sweet mouth, I glance down at her throat and notice that it’s bulging with my cock.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful, and mine.
I never thought that she would be able to take me like this, take all of me, but fuck, here she is. Brooklyn is by far an eager student, and I’m happy to be her teacher—always.
“Swallow,” I growl.
Her eyes widen and she does as I’ve requested, which elicits another long moan from my chest. Goddamn. I can feel my balls tighten, and I quickly ease myself out of her before I come.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroke myself until my release lands on her tits, painting them spurt after spurt.
“Lucas,” she rasps.
I grin down at her, my eyes traveling to the white streaks that cover her plush tits. Then I reach down and help her to standing before I clean her body, silently mourning my cum as it’s washed from her naked flesh.
Once we’re clean, I turn the water off before looking for a towel, grabbing one, I wrap Brooklyn up before taking one for myself.
“Let’s get to bed,” I murmur.
“Food?” she asks as her stomach growls.
I want to deny her food, not because I don’t think she needs it, but because my cock is craving her tight cunt. I don’t.
“Yeah, I’ll grab something and bring it up.”
“Thank you, baby.” She smiles as she lifts to her toes and presses her lips against mine.
Turning around with the towel still wrapped around my waist, I make my way back downstairs to gather some food.
BROOKLYN
My eyes slowly open and I look around. The sun is shining, and I’m alone in bed, but the view out of the window is pure paradise—literally.
The sky is a shade of blue that I have never experienced before, and the same goes for the ocean water.
I stretch with a groan, my muscles sore from last night. I laid in bed, drinking my delicious margarita while Lucas and I picked at a meat, cheese, cracker, and veggie tray that somebody else made and left for us.
It was relaxing and perfect.
Now I want nothing more than to spend the entire day outside, in the pool and on the beach, all while wrapped in Lucas’ strong arms.
I hurry to the bathroom, throwing my hair into a messy bun and quickly don my brand-new gold metallic bikini that I bought in the airport.
Hurrying downstairs in search of Lucas, I stop short when I see him standing completely naked as he sips coffee and looks out of the gigantic sliding glass door.
I glance at his muscular ass and press my thighs together. Jesus, the man is absolutely beautiful from head to toe.
“How long are you going to stand there staring at my ass?” he asks as he turns around.
My only response is to shrug, my attempt at being aloof. He chuckles as he closes the distance between us. My eyes automatically travel down to his cock, which is hardening more and more with each step he takes.
I’m unable to stop myself from licking my lips, which makes him laugh again.
“Don’t go past the back porch area, and I’ll meet you out there in a few minutes. We’ll go down to the beach.”
I almost squeal, but I don’t, choosing to instead jump a little at his words. His eyes glance down at my breasts and he smirks.
“The suit is sexy, kitten,” he chuckles as he lifts his finger and traces the swell of my breasts.
“Thanks,” I breathe.
“Now, hurry outside before I fuck you right here.”
I hesitate, and he breaks out into a huge smile as he takes a step back from me before he begins to walk past me.
“I’ll save that fuck for outside in the sunshine,” he calls out.
“Outside?” I ask, my eyes widening in surprise.
He doesn’t respond to my question, walking away and practically jogging up the stairs. I want to yell at him, demand to know what he’s talking about.
If I’m being truthful, I think I like the idea of being with him outside. The thrill of feeling the sun on me, in combination with his warm hands, it’s exhilarating.
Stepping outside, I inhale the air around me. I could seriously get used to this life. I walk over to the edge of the porch and look out at the soft looking sand and bright blue ocean.
I glance from side to side but don’t see any other houses around. I’m sure that they’re here, but this area is so secluded it feels like we are completely alone, on our own island.
“Ready to feel the sand between your toes?” Lucas asks from behind me.
I turn around to find him standing behind me, wearing nothing but a smile and low-rise swim trunks. My heart rate speeds at the sight of him.
His dark hair is damp from the shower, messy, and sexy as hell.
I seriously do not know how my average self, landed him. I’m not svelte. I’m not exceptionally gorgeous, and yet, when he looks at me, I feel like a supermodel.
“I’m ready,” I nod.
He walks up to me, lacing his fingers with mine, and together we walk down to the beach. The sand is so much paler than at the beach in Ventura, it’s so fine that it’s almost like walking on air, except for the heat it holds.
I sigh as he tugs me against his side as we make our way toward the warm water. When I’m close enough to see the water, I sigh at the sight of its beauty. It’s such a clear blue that it seems fake. I’ve never seen water this pretty before.
We trudge on, feeling the warmth of the water against our legs with each step that we take. Lucas stops when we’re knee-deep into the blue ocean. He turns to me, wrapping his hands around my hips, his chin dipping so that he can gaze into my eyes.
“I thought I was going to lose you. I never believed that shit when people would say they saw their lives flash before their eyes, but, kitten, I saw it all. Every smile, every time you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, every single goddamn time you whispered baby to me. It was all there. I already knew I loved you, Brooklyn. I was prepared to give you everything in life that your heart desired,” he states.
“Everything but?” I ask, knowing there’s a but.
I may not be able to read Lucas one hundred percent of the time, but I can read him enough to know that much at least.
He grins. “I wasn’t ever planning on marriage. Family law isn’t pretty. I knew you were the kind of girl that would want marriage. My family would want it for us, too, as I’m sure yours would. I thought I could hold off long enough that it would just kind of go away.”
My eyes widen and I snort. “Dreams of marriage and a family do not just go away, Lucas.”
He nods once. “Yeah, I know. Still, I wanted to keep you for as long as I could. I’m a selfish fuck.”
“Deep down I knew that what we had, that it wouldn’t last forever. Even if I wanted it to, I just knew that it wouldn’t,” I admit, looking down into the water and to the side.
I can’t look into his eyes. If he breaks up with me on this gorgeous beach, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll cry, like an idiot.
The past couple of months have been too damn much. I can’t deal with this too, although it would be the icing on the cake.
Of course, he would break it off after I left him twice and he brought me back to him. Protected me, and acted as though he wanted something real with me. Was the car just to keep me at his side? Was it all just some kind of sick game?
My head begins to spin, my stomach turning with the idea that we could possibly be over, that he never intended for us to be anything more than lovers. Lucas places his h
and on my cheek and guides my face back to his.
“When I saw what was happening, when I thought that I would lose you, I knew that my life would be over if you were no longer in it.”
His words cause my heart to skip a beat. I don’t know whether to be worried or if I should swoon.
“Lucas?” I ask.
He shakes his head, lacing his fingers with mine again before he guides us out of the water and back to the sand. He stops us in the wet sand.
Releasing my hand, he turns toward me. I watch as he drops to his knee, taking something out of his board shorts pocket.
Lifting my fingers, I cover my mouth when my lips part in awe and I let out a gasp. Lucas opens a small velvet box and my eyes instantly water with tears.
The diamonds on the ring glint in the sunlight. He clears his throat, and then he speaks, his voice rough and soft all at the same time.
“Brooklyn Myers, I knew I could fall in love with you when you sent those fucking flowers back to me with your sweet, yet firm rejection note. I never planned to get married or have children, but then again, I never imagined a woman like you existed, either. Will you marry me, kitten?”
I don’t have a voice. Lucas has stolen it with his words. Only my Lucas would use the F-word in a marriage proposal.
His green eyes search mine, waiting for my answer. I’m in awe of him, of this moment. Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I nod.
“Yes, baby. Yes, I’ll marry you,” I finally say.
Lucas takes my shaking hand in his. I watch as he slips a heavy ring on my finger. Looking down at the ring, the tears that filled my eyes, they finally fall.
The ring has a huge stone in the center, bigger than I’ve ever seen in person. It’s pear-shaped and surrounded by smaller diamonds, all set in rose gold. It’s absolutely stunning.
He stands, cupping my cheeks with his hands before his mouth crashed against mine. I immediately part my lips and accept his tongue inside of me. He takes on my invitation with a groan, pressing his hips and hard length against my belly.
“I want to fuck my fiancée. Let’s go inside,” he growls.
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