L'amore: The Luminara Series

by SJ Molloy

  “No, it was too far away.” I shrug.

  “Marco, I will call you back.” He disconnects the call.

  “Lexi, this is important, what colour was the car?” he stresses.

  “I don’t know. Burgundy or plum, I think. It’s probably someone getting lost. They’ve realised this is a private road and drove away, happens all the time,” I reassure him.

  “Maybe. I am going to speak with Lloyd. See if he can pull up the video surveillance for a search on the registration plate. Do not worry about this. What do you want to do today?” he asks, tapping his fingers on the windowsill staring outside.

  I shrug feeling a little deflated now.

  “What time is it? Granny will want us all to go to church. I need to give Cathy that parcel anyway, do you mind?”

  “No that is fine. You better get dressed though.” He smacks my ass as I walk by.

  I dress in one of the lingerie sets he gave me—the sexy blue satin under black mesh with lace flowers on the straps. I’ll need to make lots of use of all my sexy lingerie before I’m too fat and unable to wear them. I pick the new blue dress to wear in the hope it lifts my spirits from this lethargic feeling.

  Throwing my hair up in a shaggy, messy bun, I apply some light makeup hoping it will conceal the darkness under my eyes and my pale complexion today. Standing in front of the mirror, I observe my body and place my hand on my flat tummy thinking in a few weeks’ time none of my lovely clothes will fit me.

  “Jesus, Lexi, if you are going to look so goddamn fucking fabulous, we are never getting out here today.” He grabs my ass pulling me closer.

  I swipe his hand off my butt. “You’re just saying that because I look like death, and just so you know, I feel like it as well,” I grumble.

  “You look beautiful. I love your dress. Your tits and ass are hot in this, Doc. Very sexy.” He can’t restrain himself, his hands are back on me, roaming over my curves.

  “I still feel awful but, thank you, and I have something hot for you underneath it,” I reply seductively.

  “How long is this service so I can get you back here and unwrap you?” He grins.

  Lucca speaks to the security team about the mystery car while I take Mum by the hand and sit on the porch with her to confirm her suspicion. Lucca has been very supportive and always says the right things but I’m glad I have my mum here supporting me as well.

  “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” She smiles warmly, staring at my flat abdomen.

  “Yes, you were right. All the tests were positive this time.” I shrug.

  “I thought so. Well, congratulations, sweetie, and please don’t worry. Everything will work out fine. I promise you. You have a special man there. He really loves you. You’re very fortunate, Alexis. I’ve no doubt in my mind Lucca will be an amazing father and husband.” She hugs me in a warm, loving embrace.

  “Thank you, I know he will too. Mum, please don’t mention this until I’ve had a scan at least.” I pick at a splinter of wood on the edge of the deck.

  “Sure, sweetheart, but please look after yourself, and if it’s okay with you I’d like to see more of you. Lucca offered for me to come and stay for a while. Would that be okay?” She takes my hand.

  “Yes, I’d love that.” I actually haven’t felt as close to her as I do now for a long time. Perhaps the baby will help keep Mum focused and give us both a new perspective. Something special we can bond over and experiences we can share together. It pleases me that she is being so level headed and accepting; it makes this easier for me to cope with.

  Nate stays at the house while the rest of us go to the church in the village for Sunday service. After the service we stay behind and Cathy welcomes us into the manse next door for some tea. She’s heard a lot about Lucca from Ms. Morrison with his continual support for charity and is thrilled to hear all about his plans for this year’s projects.

  Men in Black are parked outside the church in their SUVs on security watch, most likely bored from waiting.

  “The grounds look super, Cathy. Those flowers are coming along nicely,” Granny compliments.

  “Thank you, Elizabeth. Mr. Carmichael retired, as you know, so I have temporary help, a South African gentleman. He’s very quiet, keeps himself private, but is a tremendous landscaper and handyman. Anyway, tell me how everyone is getting on.”

  After thirty minutes of catch up, Mum, Granny, and Grandpa leave with Devon to pick some fruit and vegetables up from the farmers’ market before it closes while Lloyd waits for Lucca and me outside.

  I give Cathy her parcel. Thanking me, she then disappears into another room. I shrug my shoulders to Lucca, nonplussed, as I have no idea what she’s doing. She returns, dusting her hands across a box and muttering to herself.

  “Hmmm, it’s in here somewhere.” She’s searching through a box of books scanning the names on the inside pages.

  “Ah ha, here it is. Alexis, this is your Bible from Sunday school. I had them all sent over from Aberdeen. I thought you would like to keep it if you have your own family one day.”

  Oh my goodness, does she suspect I’m pregnant or am I being paranoid?

  She hands me the white leather Bible engraved in gold then walks over to a drawer. Searching through a binder, she pulls out a folded piece of paper and slips it inside the Bible.

  “I hear congratulations are in order.” She chirps very upbeat.

  I cough, almost choking in amazement, and Lucca has to pat my back. Seriously? How does she know?

  “Your recent engagement is wonderful news. That’s a copy of Corinthians 13:1-13. Something for you to consider for your marriage readings.” She nods towards the Bible.

  And I can breathe.

  “Oh, thank you.” I don’t bother to tell her Lucca is Catholic.

  “May joy and peace surround you both, contentment latch your door. May happiness be with you now. God bless you ever more,” she chimes.

  Lucca takes my hand and grasps it tightly. We thank her profusely for her kindness and agree to come back and say goodbye before we leave Grantown-On-Spey.

  When we exit the manse, the sky is grey with ominous clouds. The heavens have opened to a torrential downpour. Lucca holds his blazer over the top of my head as we make our way to the car across the path back to the front of the church, dodging soggy puddles. The rain is so heavy it splashes off the ground and up my bare legs. Heralding thunder roars from afar causing me to startle.

  Frightful.

  I turn to wave goodbye to Cathy and catch a glimpse of a man in the distance between two trees. He’s well-built, wears a long, black rain mac, and holds a golf umbrella above his head. He watches us from the distance. He must be the new groundsman Cathy was referring to, or perhaps someone visiting a graveside, but why stare at us?

  Weird.

  It’s creepy. Shivering when the cold breeze bites across my bare, wet legs, I feel a chill to my skin. The hairs on my arms stand still with an icy wariness.

  Lucca opens the Aston Martin car door for me, but instinct tells me to stop. I have a shudder of nerves and a twisting in my stomach.

  “Lexi, get in. What are you doing? You’re soaked, get in the car,” Lucca says.

  I pause to look back across the graveyard, but the mystery silhouette has vanished. Once in the car, I watch out the windows at the spot where the mysterious man was standing. Lucca wraps his blazer around my shoulders and signals to Lloyd, then we drive off leaving Lloyd to follow us all the way back.

  I shiver all the way home, sitting in the wet dress. We stop at the gas station for Lloyd to refuel. Lucca asks Lloyd to buy some newspapers while he’s at the kiosk. I watch a long haul truck driver bend over to kiss his little girl and lift her up onto the passenger seat of his delivery vehicle. As he pulls away, I can’t help but notice a burgundy estate car in the side mirror despite the lashing rain. It had been concealed behind the large truck, but now it manoeuvres to a pump behind us. It’s driven by a hatted and cloaked man, but he’s not refu
elling. Odd … Why sit at a pump?

  I’m about to mention it to Lucca but hear some text messages coming through on my phone which startles me and holds my attention. Hazel’s name on my screen makes me feel melancholy that I’m keeping a secret from her. I would love to be able to tell her about the baby but it’s too soon. I read the texts, then my thoughts are back to my pregnancy and I forget everything else around me.

  Lloyd is back, so we pull out of the station to drive the few minutes to Granny’s house. Lucca gives me a hand towel from his glove compartment to dry my legs. I lean over and dab them dry, and when I sit up the burgundy vehicle is gone. I choose to forget it and concentrate on curing this pregnancy sickness instead.

  When we return home, Grandpa has the fire lit and Granny is in the kitchen making a pot of butternut squash and chorizo soup with baked bread for lunch—my favourite. Maybe this is what I need to cure my queasiness.

  Mr. Carlin is having a nap and Mum is painting in the sunroom.

  “We’re just going to dry off and change, then we’ll be down shortly,” I shout through to the kitchen. I close and lock our door and shiver as I realise I’ve left the window open and the wind is gusting through. I secure the window closed and rub my arms to create some heat.

  Kicking off his shoes, Lucca takes his wet jeans and T-shirt off. Moistening my lips, I admire his glorious body. Every time he’s exposed, I marvel at his sprawling, bulky shoulders. There is something very attractive and sexy about his masculinity.

  “It is freezing in here. I am so cold,” he says, checking the thermostat on the radiator.

  “It is, but you’re very, very hot, Mr. Caruso, and you’re core teasing me looking like that,” I seductively say, watching his cock harden and expand in his tight fitting briefs.

  “Am I now? I might just have to do something about that,” he rasps, striding towards me.

  I lift my dress over my head, my teeth chattering together with the cool air, and undo my messy bun so my hair tumbles down my back.

  His breath hitches. “Wow, I love your new lingerie. You look very sexy. I would say you were a cock tease. Fuck the towels, I am heating you up in bed.”

  Suddenly, I’ve lost my chill and my temperature is on the up and boiling away as he presses his erection against my lower tummy with his hands on my ass, pulling me further into him and dirty kisses me.

  Lacing my fingers in his wet hair, I thrust my heavy breasts against his chest. A drop of water falls from his hair onto my cleavage, and I watch as he leans down and licks it away.

  Sweet Jesus.

  Erotic as hell.

  Oh my.

  I move my hands to his ass, my grip firm as I bite his bottom lip. “Pregnancy is making me extra horny. I need you desperately,” I moan into his mouth as his tongue assaults mine. I’m always horny, but my body seems to be extra sensitive and responsive to his touch.

  My panties are drenched with my arousal. Moving the tiny piece of wet satin, he slips two fingers inside me, tormenting the contracting muscles in my sex. Then he slides the moisture over my folds until he flicks my clit.

  “That’s so good,” I groan, spreading my legs for him.

  He slides his fingers out of my hot core and brushes my bottom lip. “Open,” he instructs.

  Taking his fingers, I seductively lick my arousal from his fingers.

  “Jesus, you are going to undo me right here. Now that is hot. See how good you taste?”

  I turn him around so that he’s near the bed then push him down so his back hits the mattress. Propping himself up, he leans on his elbows to stare at me, and I can’t help myself. I step back and give him a view. I suddenly feel like a siren and want to seduce him. Then I want to ride him senseless.

  His blue eyes greedily lust for me, trying to draw me closer. I wave my finger at him cheekily.

  “Quit tormenting me and get that sexy ass over here,” he guffaws. He reaches his hands out to grab me but I move back.

  “No touching yet, Romeo.”

  I wave my finger at him again, looking very devilish, raising my brow and spreading my lips with a sultry grin. I take my hands down to my tummy then trail them further so that my fingers are hooked just under the edge of my panties. I ping them and leave one hand there and the other travels up to massage my sensitive breasts.

  “Fucking hell, are you trying to kill me?” His erection strains and twitches against the fabric of his tight boxers, and he’s ready to launch himself on me. I’m torturing him.

  I seductively trail my fingers over the blue flower motifs on my bra strap then over the swell of my breasts. My thumbs flick over my erect nipples and I softly moan. Gripping the mesh of my bra, I pull the cups down so my breasts spring free. The heat in Lucca’s eyes scorches right through me, burning every inch of my skin.

  This flame is still rising. I’m not done yet. I sensuously move both my hands over my breasts then pinch my nipples. Lucca chokes watching me, and his cheeks inflame. Then I slowly unfasten the bra freeing my breasts completely.

  “Lexi …” He warns me. The last time I touched myself for him, he was in control and still had contact, his hands were still on my body and he was pressed against me. This is killing him, he has no control.

  The sound of my name on his tongue in the sexy, husky rasp arouses me even more. Yearning for this, I move one hand back down to my panties and slip it inside to feel my hot, wet sex. I smile seductively at my handsome Italian god then run my teeth across my bottom lip.

  “Fuck me,” he hisses, and because I’m feeling confident, I give him a little tease.

  “Are you asking or telling?” I reply.

  “Both,” he grinds out, clenching his jaw.

  “Good, because that’s exactly what I want.”

  Pregnancy is screwing with my hormones. I kind of like this new me.

  Screwing?

  Appropriate!

  I’m not going to make myself come. I want him to do that, but I do want to tease him. Hooking the fingers of my other hand under the elastic, I wiggle and slither them off my legs, planning to touch myself again, but I don’t get that far.

  In a flash, Lucca pounces and grabs me around the waist.

  “That was hot as fuck, but now I need to touch you. That was cruel, baby, and I cannot wait.” He devours my mouth with kisses so hard that my lips will surely bruise. Then he leans back pulling me down so my knees straddle him.

  He slides up the bed then pulls me further up so my sex is spread above his face. His tongue slides into me again and again. Then he teases my clit. I arch my back, circling my hips and pushing my folds against the incursions of his delicious tongue.

  He slides three fingers inside me, rubbing the wall of my throbbing sex while his tongue penetrates my sweet spot. Coming undone, I bite down on my lip to stifle my cries as a rip-roaring orgasm shreds through me, stiffening my body with pleasure. Every vibrating nerve ending orbits me into a euphoric fantasy where all I can see are stars behind my eyelids.

  He kisses my sex and flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit another few times after sliding his fingers out. Then he kisses my tummy in several places, spreading my arousal.

  Still shaking, I slide down his body, but he already has his boxers off. He grabs my hips and my eyes jolt open from the intense force of his cock thrusting into me. I drive further down onto his shaft with every plunge as my body trembles.

  “You are driving me crazy,” he whispers, conscious we’re being too loud, then hisses through clenched teeth.

  “I cannot take this slow right now, baby. I am going to fuck you fast.” He flips me over just before I reach climax, and I’m on all fours as I moan at the loss of his cock.

  “Do not scream.” He bangs into me with such force that he slides me up the bed.

  Bloody hell.

  Slamming.

  Shoving.

  Pounding.

  He grips my hips. Then, with might and determination, he fucks me over and over, breathing frantically
and muttering as he tries to muffle his own cries. I have to bite down on a pillow to mask my cries.

  “I know, baby, let it go. Come for me now.” He yanks me upward so he can grasp my breast while his other hand teases my clit again.

  I whimper, biting my lip when an earth shattering orgasm tears through me sparking my fuse and setting me on fire. My knuckles are white from gripping the pillow so hard.

  “Jesus fuck, Lexi.”

  He stiffens, gently smacking my lower back and digging his fingers into my skin. Reaching his own climax, he buries himself deep inside me filling me with his sperm. He doesn’t stop. After another few quick thrusts to my hot, already sensitive sex, he collapses on top of me.

  Intoxicated.

  Satiated.

  Relaxed.

  We are wet all over again but from perspiration.

  Holy shit that was amazing.

  “Warmer?”

  “Hmmm, roasting hot,” I reply lazily.

  After soft, sweet kissing and lazy strokes across each other’s skin, Lucca eventually pulls the covers back. He gets some tissues from the bathroom to clean us up and comes in beside me pulling the covers over us.

  “Doc, did I hurt you? Is the baby safe?” He realises he couldn’t refrain and take things slow and gentle. There’s panic in his voice.

  “Yes, it’s perfectly safe to have sex, Lucca.” I turn around to lie on my side to face him.

  “I know that, I mean, is it safe for me to fuck you so hard and deep?”

  “Yes, I believe so.”

  “Good. The thought of not being able to fuck you would kill me.” He bites his bottom lip and brushes his thumb over my own lip.

  “Fran … and I, we … um,” he doesn’t elaborate.

  He notices the look of hurt on my face. I don’t want to think of him and Fran experiencing this.

  “Do not worry. I know what you are thinking, and Fran was not … well, she never let me touch her when she was pregnant, so I did not have to consider if sex is safe during pregnancy. We were not romantically close during that period. Our relationship was different and in no way like what we have.” Instantly he regrets mentioning Fran because his face tenses up.