by Jagger Cole
He smiles thinly. “I never was, I was just… gone.”
“I need more than that,” I say, and he smiles.
“Come here, love.”
He takes my hands and pulls me through the sumptuous apartment to a beautiful sofa by the huge floor to ceiling windows, next to a grand piano. We sit, and he turns to me, taking a deep breath and frowning.
“Do you want a drink?”
I grin. “Luke, I’m twenty.”
He chuckles. “Right. Right.”
“And I don’t really drink anyways.”
“Same,” he says with a grin. “Alright fuck it, I hope you’re ready for this.”
“Me too,” I say with a small smile.
“After the Marines,” he says slowly, taking a measured breath. “We joined Fortress Security. We started pulling work for all sorts of scumbags overseas—warlords, rogue Sheiks, or offshoots of the Saudi royal family. You name it, and we probably did jobs for them. I’m not proud of any of it, Sienna,” he says with a growl and a shake of his head.
“We were in Turkmenistan, near Iran, when we got ambushed, badly. The whole squad got shot to hell, mortars going off everywhere…”
He closes his eyes and turns his head, and I reach over and take his hands in mine. I squeeze them, and he turns back. His eyes hold mine.
“I don’t… I don’t know what happened to Carter,” he growls. It hurts to hear, but I’ve also been processing my brother being gone for years now. And in a strange way, it feels like closure to hear it from Luke.
“I thought I was dead, Sienna. I mean it. I got hit and went down, and I thought I was a goner. But then I woke up, in chains.”
“What?” I gasp. My hand flies to my lips, and his face tightens.
“A rival warlord hit us, and his men found me in the ruins of the convoy. I don’t actually know why they didn’t just let me die, but they didn’t. They hauled my ass back to his desert palace, they stitched me back together, and then I went to work for him.”
I frown. “Doing what?”
Luke’s jaw tightens. “Training his men,” he growls. “I hated it, because I didn’t know if I was training the next wave of terrorists who’d be shooting at US troops in a month thanks to my training. But I had to. I got to know the warlord—a man named Waleed, pretty well, and he started to think of me as his buddy. We’d have these little meetings over tea when I wasn’t training his guys, and he started to open up. I learned that Waleed was no fucking moron. He’d had an Ivy League education in the US and had a fucking master’s degree in finance. That’s how he funded his little desert war games. The fucker was day-trading on financial markets and making a killing.”
Luke smiles that smile of his that always got my heart pumping. And I remember that not twenty minutes ago, those sinful lips on this gorgeous man were between my legs, making me scream. I blush at the thought. I tighten my legs together, and my face gets even hotter when I remember that I’m not wearing any panties, and that I’m still wet from his tongue on me.
“So, we started a trade. I’d show his men how to fight like Marines or Fortress Security guys, and he’d show me how to play the markets.”
“Were you any…” my jaw drops and it all suddenly clicks. I look around at the gazillion dollar apartment, with the helicopter pad on the roof complete with a helicopter with his name on it. And then I look at the man sitting in front of me, holding my hands in his.
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “I was pretty good. A natural, I guess. Hell if I know, but I do know that stocks and numbers just made sense to me, instantly. I got so good that Waleed started letting me trade for him. He let his guard down I was so good, and he let himself forget that I was his prisoner, and he was my captor.”
“You didn’t, though,” I say gently.
“Hell no,” Luke growls. “I used my time on his computer to dig and found out that he wasn’t just playing games in the desert. Waleed was trying to link up with serious terrorist groups to commit horrible acts on innocents. The man would sit there smiling and chatting to me about New York and business school and how much he missed fucking Starbucks. Meanwhile, he was dreaming up ways to murder women and children,” Luke snarls.
“So, I acted. I used his trading computer to open an encrypted email account, and I started firing off emails to anyone in the US military I could find an address for. Then, I started deleting his accounts and transferring everything to a new bank account.”
My jaw drops, and I stare at Luke. “Wait, you stole all of his money?”
“Damn right,” he grins. “The emails worked, because that very night, the drones came in to start dropping thunder. I managed to crawl into a bunker while they leveled his damn fortress, and that’s where the Marines found me when they dug me out.”
I stare at Luke in disbelief, slowly shaking my head. “Luke, that’s fucking incredible! So when did you get back?!”
He pauses, his jaw clenching tight. “Two months ago.”
My smile drops like a rock. “Two months ago?” I stare at him, and I can feel my brow knitting. “You’ve been back from the dead for two damn months?!”
I’m not trying to get angry, but it rises up anyways. I glare at him, furious for so many reasons. Like that he let me think he was dead for even one second longer than necessary, or that he was back, and still allowed me to fall into almost marrying Nick.
“Did you know?” I growl, glaring at him.
“Did I know what, love?”
“Don’t call me that!” I snap. “Did you know about what was going on with the Passantés?”
Luke growls deeply and scowls. “Yes,” he snarls, looking away. “Not until recently, but I knew.”
“And you let it happen?”
“No!” He snaps suddenly, making me gasp. “No, Sienna, I didn’t. Which is why I walked into that church today and stole you away from them, from all of them.” He growls and pulls me into him, and I moan. I move against his body, my legs spreading as I sink onto his lap on the couch. I gasp when I feel his hardness throbbing in his pants against my pussy. Luke is hard—really, really fucking hard—and my pulse quickens.
“I stole you away, because you’re mine.” His eyes are locked on mine, piercing me to my very soul. “And I waited before that, because I needed to set things up to give you the life I always wanted to give you.”
I frown and shake my head. And I pull back. “Luke, what are you even talking about? What do you mean, give me the life you always wanted to give me? What does that even—”
“It means I want to marry you. I want you as my wife,” he growls thickly, stunning me into blinking silence. “It means I want to have you all for myself, as my everything. It means I want to spend my life with you, and have a family with you, love.”
I blink, and I can’t tell if it feels like my heart is racing so fast that it’s impossible to feel it, or if it’s actually skipped a beat or two. I tremble, and I look up into Luke’s smoky dark eyes.
“You… you what?” I whisper.
He growls, easing me off of his lap and onto the couch. Before I can even process what’s happening, Luke sinks to the floor on one knee. He reaches into his jacket, and my breath catches when he pulls out the little black velvet box. He opens it, and the ring glistens and sparkles in the dim lighting, utterly taking my breath away.
“Marry me, Sienna,” he murmurs gently. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I’ve waited my whole life to have you in my arms. And now, I never, ever want to let you get free of them again.” He looks up into my eyes, and he reaches into the box and pulls out the huge, gorgeous ring to hold up to me.
“Marry me, Sienna,” he says thickly. “Marry me, and be all mine, forever.”
I blink, and before I know it, I’m sobbing as I fall into his arms.
“Yes!” I gasp into his lips when he kisses me. “Yes!”
Luke takes my hand and yanks the gaudy but probably ridiculously expensive ring from Nick off my finger. It was a sham a
nyways, but there’s a triumphant glint in his eyes when he plucks it from me and tosses it like it were trash across the room. He slips his own ring onto me, and it fits perfectly. It feels perfect, too.
I gasp as he scoops me up into his arms and stands. He kisses me hard and deep, and he turns and starts to walk boldly down a hallway. When he kicks open the door to his huge master bedroom, my body tingles, and heat sizzles across my skin. I pull back and look into his eyes, and I know I’ve wanted this ever since the moment I laid eyes on him.
“And just what do you think you’re doing, Mister Crow?” I purr quietly.
“I think I’m going to make you all mine, Ms. Holloway,” he growls back. “I think I’m going to tear this fucking dress off of you, lay you across that bed, and then I’m going to make you come all fucking night for me.”
He kicks the door shut with a bang, and my legs squeeze tight together as he marches over to the bed with his lips on mine.
5
Luke
Every muscle in my body clenches and tightens when I kiss Sienna. It’s like the very molecules in my body yearn for her. It’s like our bodies crave to be as close as possible. Her legs wrap around my waist tightly, her arms around my neck. We stride across the bedroom floor, and Sienna shrieks in delight when I toss her down on the bed.
I look at my angel lying there surrounded in white lace and satin. I could take her like this, and claim her in that wedding dress, which would be hot as hell. But when I take her for the first time, I want it just us. I want her wearing nothing but my ring on her finger.
I stand at the foot of the bed, and Sienna watches me with wide eyes as I undo my shirt. I shrug it off and toss it aside, and then my slacks follow. She stares at my boxers when I pull my pants away, her eyes wide in disbelief at the fat bulge under the black cotton. I move onto the bed, and I kiss her deeply.
My hands trace over her waist to her back, and I pluck away the rest of the ribbons of her dress. I pull it down, and she trembles against me as it slips over her bare body underneath. I make myself wait, and I keep kissing her as I pull her wedding dress all the way down to her hips, and then push it down her legs. She kicks it away, and my pulse quickens when I pull her against me. I can feel her pebbled nipples pressing into my chest. I feel the way she pulls me tighter to her when I kiss her slowly.
After long minutes, I pull away to let my eyes feast on the prize I’ve waited years for. I’m spellbound instantly. My heart skips a beat, and I just stare in wonder at the fucking angel in my bed. Sienna blushes shyly. She starts to pull the duvet up to cover herself, but I gently pull it from her hands and shake my head.
“I’ve gone too long and too many years of my life without being able to look at you,” I say gently. My fingers run into her hair, and our eyes hold each other’s gaze. “I never want to be kept from looking at you, ever, love.”
I kiss her again, and Sienna moans and sinks into my arms. My hand slides to hers, and I hold it up with the ring glittering in the lights from the city below. “Mine,” I growl with a possessive edge to my voice. It might be a touch savage, but I can’t mask the raw desire I have for this woman. Nor will I, ever.
“Do you have any idea…” she smiles shyly and shakes her head. “Never mind.”
“No, tell me,” I say gently, taking her hands.
“Do you know how many times I daydreamed about this?” she asks with a bashful groan. “It’s silly, I know, I just…”
“It’s not,” I murmur. “Or if it is, I’m just as ridiculous for imagining it a million times myself.”
Her eyes find mine, and she moans when we come together in a searing hot kiss. My strong hands hold her tightly, like they never plan on letting her go. I push her back onto the bed, and she whimpers when her legs wrap around my waist. I know she can feel me and how hard I am. There’s honestly no way she couldn’t with how fucking hard she makes me.
Sienna moans when I surge against her bare pussy through my boxers. I growl into her lips and reach down to push them down. My rock-hard dick springs out and pulses hotly against her silky-smooth bare thigh. Sienna’s breath catches sharply when I kick my boxers away. I rock my hips, and my swollen cock brushes over her dewy wet pussy lips.
“Luke, I…” she looks up into my eyes. Her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, and I watch her swallow heavily. “Before you do, I just… look, it’s silly, forget I said...”
But I freeze when the realization strikes me. I almost can’t believe it, but I look into her eyes and know it’s true.
“You never have?” I whisper.
Sienna blushes and slowly, she shakes her head side to side.
“Not once?”
“Pretty lame, huh,” she groans. She starts to turn to look away, but my hand cups her face gently, pulling her gaze back to mine.
“No,” I growl. I lean down and kiss her hungrily. “Beautiful, if you think that no other man having had you is a turn off for me, you’re damn wrong.” My blood surges, and I kiss her savagely. My dick throbs and hardens even more against her pussy; her virgin, untouched pussy. Her gorgeous, pretty pussy that’s all fucking mine for the taking.
I never imagined she’d “wait” for me or anything silly like that. In fact, as far as I knew, she’d dated that asshole Ian Keller for a long time after I left home for the service. For a moment, I hate that I’ve sullied myself with anyone but her. There haven’t been many women, and every one was a poor imitation of the untouchable girl I was really after on the other side of the world.
“It never felt right,” she whispers into my lips. “When you left, I started dating that guy Ian Keller…”
“I know,” I growl.
She blushes. “I think I wanted to make you jealous,” she giggles shyly. “How stupid is that?”
“It’s not,” I groan. “Because it fucking worked.”
She stares at me in surprise, but then her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls me down to kiss her. I give myself to her lips and kiss her with all of me while our bodies grind together. Her legs wrap around my waist tightly, pulling my throbbing erection against her pussy.
I could take her right now. I could ease my cock inside and pluck her virginity with one small thrust. I will, to be sure. Tonight, I’m making Sienna mine in every sense of the word. I’m making her my one and only, my forever, and my wife. But first, I’m not done tasting her.
She moans in protest when I pull away. But when I start to kiss down the valley of her tits, she gasps in pleasure. My hands lead the way, skimming over her soft, porcelain skin. My lips follow teasing and licking. I suck one of her puffy pink nipples into my mouth, and Sienna moans. I move to the other, and then I kiss lower. Her stomach muscles clench and her toes curl into the duvet as I move lower. My lips brush her navel, and she whimpers. I kiss lower, my hands push her silky thighs apart. I groan when I get a look at her dripping pussy. I drink in the gorgeous sight of her inches from my eager mouth.
“I used to dream about this pussy, you know?” She giggles shyly, but I look up at her with desire in my eyes. “I’m not kidding, beautiful. Dreaming of tasting you, and of making you come on my tongue kept me alive over there.”
I lean close, and I push my tongue out to drag it over her sweet pussy. Sienna moans deeply, and I taste her again. I spread her soft lips with my tongue and push it inside of her. She tastes so fucking good, like a goddamn aphrodisiac. Just tasting her pretty pussy makes my dick swell even harder. I can feel my pre-cum beading at my crown, my cock desperate to take her.
My tongue slides up and down her lips, tasting her from the very bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. I’m merciless with her little button, flicking it with my tongue before I draw it between my lips. I suck gently, and Sienna jumps like she’s been electrified. I take her hand with my ring on it, and I draw it down between her legs. She moans when I slide her own fingers through her dripping wet pussy. I grunt and keep licking her clit between her spread fingers. I can feel the diamond
ring against my lips along with her sweet arousal, and it’s the hottest moment of my life.
I snarl like a beast and start to suck her clit harder. My tongue wraps around it and teases her mercilessly. I pin her to the bed with my hands and draw the pleasure from her body. She trembles against me and moans loudly. It’s music to my fucking ears. I keep sucking her clit and groaning into her. Her body tightens beneath my mouth, and her thighs clench against my head. With a shriek of pleasure, her orgasm crashes over her.
I keep my mouth right where it is, my tongue dancing over her clit while she comes so fucking hard for me. Lazily and hungrily, I keep licking her pussy until Sienna moans and pulls me up. Our eyes hold each other’s, and she leans up to kiss me softly. I wrap her in my arms, moving between her thighs, which she spreads for me. My throbbing hard dick slips over her pussy, and I move hips to let my head press against her.
Sienna moans and breaks our kiss. She looks down between us, then back at me, then back down. And then she whimpers eagerly and looks back at me. “I want you to,” she moans. “Please, Luke.”
“With pleasure, love.” I kiss her deeply, pouring all of my love into her. I push my hips forward and gently let my big cock head ease between her lips. I push gently, because I never, ever want to hurt this girl. Nor will I. But I know this part might. So I keep kissing her as I push my thick head inside. Sienna gasps and clenches onto me tightly for a moment. But then she moans in pleasure into my lips.
“Oh my God, Luke,” she moans. “I never imagined… you feel so good!”
My lips taste hers, and I push deeper. Her silken heat surrounds me, and I’m in pure heaven as her pussy swallows my dick. “Fuck, Sienna,” I growl. “You’re fucking perfect, love.”
“Take me, Luke,” she moans. “Make me yours.”
I’ve dreamed of her saying those words a million times. I’ve come into my own hand an uncountable number of times fantasizing about this moment. And now, she’s really here, under me with her legs around my waist begging me to take her. Only a fool would hold back now.