He stood away from her, his hands in the front of his jean pockets and looked around. “I know, come here, over to the gate then.”
“It’s full of weeds.”
“Not that side, over here where the overgrowth isn’t so bad.”
She gave him a doubtful look but did as he instructed. “Now what?” she asked as he came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her front once more.
“Hold the bars.”
She grabbed hold and her breath came out in rushed hitches as he slipped his fingers down into her shirt, toying with her breast, squeezing the nipple. She gasped out in pleasure.
He pulled her body closer to his as she pushed her backside up against his growing arousal. “Hmm, that’s right,” he whispered in a rush of warm breath and slid his free hand down under her short skirt. He cupped her with his hand, “No panties I see.”
“I never wear them…remember?”
“Oh, I remember.” The heat from his hand made her burn even more. He slid his finger inside, she gasped in pleasure.
“You’re already wet for me.”
She bit her lip, and nodded her head. “What do you expect…?” she gasped out as he slid his finger deeper, making her body clench.
“That’s it baby,” he coaxed and ran his hands up between her thighs, spreading them further apart. “I want you.”
“I gathered that.”
“Are you being smart with me?” he asked playfully and slid his fingers back inside of her, making her breath hitch.
“No,” she lied. “I am merely waiting for you.”
“You won’t have long to wait….”
She tried to turn to kiss him but he held her body in place. He stroked her once again deeply and then pulled his hand away.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “That feels incredible.” She twitched her backside back and forth.
He walked up behind her once more and slid his hand slowly up her inner thigh, his fingers rubbed against her once more. Her body reacted immediately. She was tingling from head to toe. Close but not close enough.
Lucian stood away from her, watching. Part of her sweet ass was exposed, her tight skirt gathered around her hips.
“Oh God why did you stop?” she complained, even though she was expectantly awaiting his return. It was a little game he liked to play. Get her hot and bothered and then leave her on the edge. She waited…and waited…nothing. Finally, she looked over her shoulder. Lucian was looking at her with an unreadable expression. She had no idea what he was thinking. With Lucian, one never knew.
Lucian kept watching her for a moment. He was a very visual man. He liked to see what was going on. She twitched back and forth, awaiting his return. It was quite a sight. Her short skirt pushed over her bare ass while she held the bars of the gate. He liked making her wait.
She let go of the gate and turned around. “Lucian, what are you doing?”
“You know I like to watch.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal and walked back toward her.
He smiled at her, and lifted his hands to her face, holding either side as he leaned in and kissed her languidly, making love to her mouth with his tongue as he increased the pressure and kissed her hungrily.
She followed his lead and kissed him back with just as much fervor.
“So you did miss me,” he asked, trailing hot kisses down the side of her neck.
She wasn’t sure if he was asking her a question or making a statement. She answered anyway. “Of course I did.”
“I don’t believe you,” he teased and then stepped back. I think I am going to need you to show me.”
She gasped as he reached under her skirt and shoved two fingers in this time, his mouth seizing hold of hers once more.
“You like that baby,” he muttered as he shoved his fingers in even deeper.
“Yes,” she whimpered breathlessly against his mouth.
He toyed with her for a few seconds more and then pulled his hand out from under her skirt.
Her chest heaved. This was getting ridiculous. She wasn’t sure what he was doing. There was no guidebook to Lucian. He wasn’t like most men. He liked to play…savor the moment as long as he could. “So tell me about Reed and Raven.” She decided to give him a little payback for making her wait.
He stepped back, crossed his arms, and frowned. “What a way to kill the moment.”
“What? I was just curious.”
“I am so sick of Reed right now and that girl…” He sighed and pushed his hair from his face in aggravation.
“What did she do?”
“I guess nothing. I don’t know there is something about her I just don’t like.”
“I didn’t think you would.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know maybe it’s because she’s a nice person.”
He gaped at her. “What in the hell is that supposed to mean.”
“Forget it. Sorry I brought it up.”
“Come on. Tell me,” he coaxed.
“No, you’ll end up getting mad,” she said and crossed her arms across her chest.
He gave her an indignant look. “I will not.”
“I am just saying that it makes sense that you wouldn’t like her.”
He crossed his arms, his posture rigid. “Really, why is that?”
“See, you are getting all pissy.”
“Yeah I am, so you better start talking.”
“Fine,” she huffed out exasperated and made a face at him.
“Well…I am waiting? What makes sense?” He glared at her.
She adjusted her skirt. “I am just saying, and this is purely from my own experience. Maybe it is because when you are around someone who is nicer than you are, you see yourself in a different light. Perhaps you don’t like how she makes you see yourself.”
“Right,” he scoffed bitterly. “What a load of shit.”
She shrugged. “It is just a theory.”
“Screw your theory. She is stupid.”
“Why do you say that?” she asked, and flipped her hair behind her shoulder with her hand.
“I don’t know… she has a thing for my brother.”
“Now that’s funny.” She laughed out loud covering her mouth with her hand.
“What the hell is so funny?” he asked, his irritation apparent.
She dropped her hand. “See, you are pissed.”
“I am not. Now tell me what is so funny.”
“Fine. I think she bugs you because she likes your brother…not you.” She saw the look on his face and started to laugh again, tears forming in her eyes. “Your brother must be pretty fine.”
“Reed is an ass.”
“Apparently he has a hot ass,” she snorted out, and then broke into another fit of laughter.
“Really…I don’t think so.”
“It doesn’t matter what you think, she obviously wants him…not you.”
“You got a smart mouth you know that?”
“I thought you liked my mouth,” she teased, biting her lip, and running her hands through her hair.
He walked over to his bike and leaned against it, sulking.
She dropped her hands to her sides, walked towards him, and grabbed his sides. “I think you are hot.”
He lifted his brow at her. “You do?”
She stepped even closer. “Yes I do.” She brushed her breasts against his chest. “I really did miss you,” she added sweetly and nuzzled his neck.
“I don’t believe you,” he mumbled, staying aloof.
“Come on, don’t be like this.”
“You did it.”
“Let me undo it,” she said between the soft kisses she placed on his neck.
“How?” he pouted.
“I’ll show you,” she said and deftly undid his pants. She reached down into his jeans and pulled him out in her hand, then caressed the tip of his growing arousal with her fingers.
She tried to kiss him on the mouth once more but he turned
his head. She pulled away to look at his face. “Come on, don’t be like this.” She held him firmly in the palm of her hand, stroking him up and down. “What can I do? I’ll do anything you want.”
He relaxed his stance and gave her a heavy lidded stare. “Anything?” he asked, his brow lifted.
“Yes, anything,” she whispered breathily, moving forward and then placing a delicate kiss on his chin.
“Okay then.” He lifted his hands to her shoulders and pushed against them.
“I should have guessed.” She balanced on her heels and squatted down in front of him.
He ran his hands through the short ends of her hair, pushing the back of her head forward. She took a breath then took him in her mouth and licked up the sides of his erection and back down again.
He sucked in his breath. “Damn. That’s right baby. I’ve missed that sweet mouth of yours,” he groaned in bliss. “Yeah that’s it, suck me baby,” he gritted and pushed her head back and forth faster. “Ah, that’s it.” He groaned, “Damn.” He held her head in both of his hands. “I am going to cum right now in your mouth if you keep that up.”
She looked at him wickedly. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes…no…” He shook his head, indecisive.
“Well which is it? I can stop you know.” She gave him a wicked smile and dragged her tongue across his length.
He pulled her up from the ground and pulled her roughly against his body. His lips seized hers. Biting, tugging on her lip with his teeth, as he reached his hand down between her legs.
She gasped as he shoved two fingers in this time.
“You like that baby,” he said as he shoved his fingers in even deeper.
“Yes,” she panted breathlessly against his mouth.
Lucian yanked her short skirt up further and positioned himself behind her, her bare ass lightly tanned, with the exception of a faint white line from her thong. “Your ass is so sweet,” he murmured, running his hand over the rounded curve. He smacked it lightly with the palm of his hand and she moaned in response as he slid his finger inside her body again. “You want me baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped in frustration when he moved his hand away.
“Spread your legs wider. That’s it, bend over more,” he urged while he reached down and rubbed the delicate flesh between her thighs with his fingers again.
She writhed from his touch moving her hips around as he toyed with her. She was so close, on the edge and just when she didn’t think she could take a moment more, he grabbed hold of her hips with both hands and slammed into her from behind. She gripped the leather seat of his bike as he filled her with his length. In and out, faster, slower, teasing, tantalizing her.
He groaned, moving faster. “Reach back and grab hold of me.”
She reached back and cupped his balls with her hand.
“Oh God, yes…that feels incredible baby,” he groaned, throwing his head back while moving her hips back and forth faster with his hands.
His thrusts made her pitch forward. She let go and reached around to hold on to the bike.
“Come on baby don’t quit on me now …do it again, please,” he begged as he thrust into her from behind and filled her fully once more. She reached back and cupped his balls in her hand again. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he groaned out through clenched teeth, holding her hips firmly in his hands. “That feels incredible,” he said as he reached back around. He slid his hands into her blouse, and grabbed hold of both of her breasts, toying with her nipples. He threw his head back, as she pressed against him again. “My God, that’s it, once more…”he urged, pulling his hands out of her blouse, moving them back down to her ass.
She was panting, her face sweating, sticking to the leather seat.
“I am almost there,” his deep voice shook with emotion as his fingers caressed her again then moved back to her ass, rubbing them over the rounded curve.
“Come on,” he coaxed, leaning back a bit, to fill her more fully. “Yeah that’s it… faster baby…,” he groaned. “I’m close baby.” He sucked in his breath, squeezing her hips, moving faster.
“I’m…not…ready,” she gasped between thrusts, writhing with need, her body clenching.
He sucked in his breath from the action. “Yeah, that’s right baby…,” he gasped out as he slid his hand off her hip and reached around to rub the delicate flesh between her thighs, increasing the pressure of his fingers …
“Yes…yes…yes…,” she cried out as he thrust into her one last time and finally pushed them both over the edge.
***
THE AGE OF CHIVALRY…so much for happily ever after…“You don’t understand,” she argued trying to reason with him. What was supposed to be her happily ever after was quickly turning into a bloody nightmare.
“Are you a witch?” he asked again, his handsome face inches away from her as the wind whipped his sinfully dark hair around his head.
“I already told you I was not a witch. Are you deaf?” she screamed at him. It was hard to see past her hair. The wind kept pushing it in front of her eyes. She would have used her hands to move it from her face but they were shoved into two tiny holes in a wooden board with her head stuck in between. She let her head hang again. It was really hard keeping it up in the air in this position. At least her knees were on the ground. The poor girl beside her was too short to rest her knees on the ground so she had to stoop down. She looked miserable. Actually, Marguerite was pretty miserable herself. They could start a club. A bubble of hysterical laughter slipped from her throat. She was starting to sound really crazy…maybe she already was….
Darias sighed and began to pace back and forth in front of her. The boards creaked under the weight of his boots. She noticed they were dirty, and could see the jeweled hilt of his dagger poking out from the top of his left boot. His long strides ate up the ground, blurring in and out of focus. She shut her eyes as they were starting to cross. She heard him stop once more and reopened her eyes. He was directly in front of her. Strong fingers gripped the sides of her chin and lifted her face, while his other hand pushed her hair away from her eyes. His voice was filled with emotion, deep, husky, weary. “Why can I not remember you? And why can I not forget you? I do not understand. What kind of dark art are you practicing?”
She glared up at him and then sighed. “I told you I am not practicing any dark art. You remember me because we met before. You saved me from ruffians ….in the woods, remember?” Of course she wasn’t about to tell him how she really knew him. If he thought she was a witch now, he would really think she was one if she told him the truth.
He sighed heavily, releasing her chin, and then stood away from her once more. He lifted his hands to his head. A sharp pain pushed out from behind his eyes. “I do not want to leave you out here all night but I will if you do not answer me. My patience is wearing thin.”
Marguerite wanted to scream and rip her hair from her head. His patience was wearing thin. Why wouldn’t he listen to her? This, what was happening right now was a twisted cycle and unfortunately, she did not think it was going to end anytime soon. Bloody Hell!
***
PRESENT DAY -Bang. Bang. Bang. The constant banging on the front door of Ravenhurst was what prompted Reed to step away from Raven. He looked around the room in a daze. He was hard as hell.
Milford grabbed hold of Maggie and whooped loudly. “They did it!”
Raven assumed she was part of “they,” but she didn’t feel nearly as excited as Milford. Well, that wasn’t completely true, she was very excited but in a completely different way. She lifted her hand to her shaking brow. She was pretty amped up from Reed’s kisses. She let out a deflated sigh, which made her hair float around her heated face. She was hot and bothered. Who could blame her…Reed was, is, all that and a box of chocolates in her book and he was officially her husband…well at least he was temporarily. That thought started to depress her.
“Does anyone else hear the damn door?” Reed asked, his voic
e rising in frustration. He raked his hand through his hair and looked around the room. His eyes fell on Raven…his wife. She looked so …damn. He wanted to grab her up and kiss that look from her face. He reached down and adjusted himself.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Am I the only one who hears that?” he asked and looked directly at Milford since he was the damn butler. No, he was too busy holding on to Maggie, dancing around the room. He didn’t see Marguerite so he supposed he should be celebrating as well. He wanted to do something, but whoop and holler like an imbecile wasn’t on his list. He gave Raven, his wife, a sidelong glare and stormed from the room.
Raven watched his departing form, her heated body cooling quickly. Oh YAY! She was married…to a jerk. Figures.
Reed walked deliberately across the foyer, ready to light up whoever was on the other side of the door. He yanked the front door open.
“Oh thank goodness.” A blur of red and blue shoved past him and rushed into the foyer. “You have to help me,” the mysterious woman gushed as she walked further into the room, her high heels clicking lightly on the tiles as she spun around looking at everything but him.
Reed looked over the leggy redhead; she looked like sex…no, that wasn’t quite right. He slammed the door shut.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. She did a one eighty, and her face crumpled instantly as she lifted her hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
“Can I help you with something,” he asked finally.
“It’s Lucian…,” she cried, her voice shaking as she reached up to dab her eye with the tip of her finger.
Reed wasn’t sure if she was actually crying or simply trying to make it appear that way. She kept poking herself in the eye. His patience was wearing thin. “What about my brother?”
“He’s gone,” she shrieked, a lone tear slid down her face as she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Reed and pressed her head against his shoulder.
He kept his hands at his sides. What the hell was this woman doing? He lifted one hand and patted her back. God he hated when women cried. “There, there now, don’t cry.” He tried to move away but she held fast to his body.
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