Closer to My Heart

by Moore, Becky

  “Now, come for me,” she said simply.

  “Jane—” he said in warning. He had a death grip on his dick and it stood out in stark purple against the tanned flesh of his fist.

  But the sight of Lucas stroking himself set Jane off in her own sexual haze and she couldn’t answer him. She stared at his hand as it moved up and down the impressive length of his shaft, gaining momentum with his increased arousal. He noticed her stare and turned his body so that she would have an unobstructed view of his cock and balls, and his pumping hand. He spread his feet apart.

  She whimpered as she increased the pace of her own hand, and even added a second finger to the mix. Her hips moved in time with her hand. After two or three minutes they were both breathing so hard and so fast that Lucas thought one of them would surely pass out. A beautiful scarlet flush painted Jane’s cheeks and the tops of her breasts. She had scooted her body all the way to the edge of the seat and planted both feet on the ground.

  “Lucas,” she whimpered. He lifted his gaze from the furiously moving hand he envied to her startlingly beautiful face. She faced the ceiling, her eyes were closed, and she was pumping her fingers in and out of her tight channel. And when she came she shouted and pitched forward towards Lucas.

  “Fuck!” Lucas shouted when she fell out of the chair. He was so close to coming—the sight of her making herself come was the final key to his own release—but he couldn’t let her fall on her face. He let go of his dick and lunged just in time to catch her shoulders before she hit the floor.

  She shook all over, and her teeth chattered. “Oh, I’m sorry … you didn’t, uh, you know.”

  He smirked and said, “I didn’t finish.”

  She nodded and he said, “I will.”

  With that, he gathered her closely against his body and stood up. He took a couple steps and sat in the wingback chair, then set about settling her long, trim legs astride him.

  His heart was racing. His torso was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and the scent of his arousal drifted into her nose and grabbed her brain. It was a proof of life, a proof that her brain was finally catching up to what her heart already knew. She was falling in love with this man with the sadness and longing in his eyes and the gentleness in his heart.

  He closed his arms around her and held her close to his body, and kissed her reverently on the forehead. She stilled for a few moments to enjoy the embrace. When was the last time anybody hugged you, she thought. Everything about Lucas called to her. But would he let her love him?

  The heat pouring off his body in waves was drugging, but she roused herself enough to lean back.

  “You didn’t come,” she said softly.

  “Yeah, I’ll live,” he said wryly. “The night’s still young. You’re not getting off that easily.” He squeezed her affectionately to let her know he wasn’t angry. “I couldn’t let you fall, baby.”

  Jane smiled at him and leaned in to place a sweet, loving kiss on his mouth. She kept her mouth closed and the contact brief, but it was no less passionate or full of emotion as the drugging kisses he normally laid on her.

  She scooted backwards off his lap and slid down to the floor. When he leaned forward to follow her, she pressed her small hand to the dip in the center of his sternum. She grinned evilly and before he knew it, she had spread his knees and moved in between his thighs.

  Just like that, his erection was close to popping once again and he was struggling for breath like a racehorse. He knew what she was going to do and the waiting was surely going to give him a heart attack.

  He didn’t wait long. She stared at his sex with open admiration. Her hands rubbed the insides of his thighs with butterfly soft caresses.

  “You have the most beautiful penis.”

  God, he almost choked. “Thanks,” he said, blushing.

  She moved one hand to cradle the heavy weight of his testicles, which had drawn up tight against his body instead of dangling loose and low like they normally did. His shaft swelled even larger, spilling out beyond the small circumference of her fingers. She squeezed gently and smiled when he gasped.

  Lucas thought he was surely gazing down into the face of an angel. All of the torment and anguish and anger of the last two years melted away in the cleansing emotions that Jane drew out of him. She made him want to be a better man—the man he’d been before he took the undercover assignment.

  She made him want to live for someone, for her.

  To love again, laugh and have a future. He reached down to cradle her head, running his fingers through the soft strands of hair, his heart in his eyes. “Jane I—” Oh, shit!

  He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as tightly as he could to keep from blurting out how much he loved her. Oh, man, he’d only known her a couple of weeks, but he felt it down in his bones. Jane was his woman. He knew he needed to wade it out, turn down the intensity for a while longer. Then he could let loose the true feelings in his heart without the fear of scaring her away. Well, that and he still needed to tell her what was wrong with him. What he’d done for the last few years.

  Then she rocked his world. She sneak attacked him when his guard was down. Instead of easing into a great blowjob with delicate and playful licks of her tongue, she leaned in and sucked the head of his dick and half of his shaft deep into the vortex of her scalding mouth.

  “Whoa!” he yelped.

  Jane didn’t fuck around. She set a steady rhythm, rippling her fingers up and down the length of him and over his heavy sac. She stretched her two longest fingers so that they could lightly stroke the defined seam of his vas deferens from the bottom edge of his rectum to the edge of his testicles. The pull and release of her mouth nearly had him in a trance, but then she started swirling her tongue around and around—all while it was still deep in her hot mouth.

  “Jane, pull back,” he said urgently. She didn’t hear him, and he was approaching emergency status.

  “Jane!” he yelled. She jumped, but tightened her grip on his balls and he stiffened for a second. “Janie, damn it! I’m going to come. Let me pull out.”

  She shook her head no and whimpered. She had been squirming around on her knees for a couple of minutes. In fact, the more inventive she’d been with her hands and her tongue, the more turned on she seemed to be. She could feel the push of his body towards release and moved her hand down to toy with herself. Lucas could see her elbow pumping up and down next to her hip and knew she was working herself over again.

  Mine, mine, mine echoed in his mind. But when he murmured it out loud—“Mine”—she said, “Hmm?”

  The vibrations felt so incredibly good. He could feel his control snapping.

  He knew he couldn’t dislodge Jane from his body without hurting her, so he just let go. He shouted through his release and when he was finally drained, she slid his dick—which was still remarkably as hard as granite—from her mouth, licked him clean and sat back. She delicately wiped the corners of her mouth and he noticed that her other hand had moved to rest on top of her thigh. He chuckled.

  She smiled seductively. “That’s not what I had in mind, but it worked, huh?” She giggled.

  In hindsight, it was probably the wrong thing to say. It was like catching the tiger by the tail. Growling, Lucas grabbed Jane beneath her arms and tossed her on the bed. She squealed in delight and scrambled to get away from him. But he was a big, strong, healthy animal that was done playing around.

  “Stop moving, Janie,” he commanded as he stalked her across the bed. His tone was deadly serious, but he did try to soften it with a smile. Well, sort of. It was more like a maniacal twisting of his lips. “I’m going to fuck your brains out and it’ll be worse if I have to chase you down.”

  She stilled immediately and looked up at him like a rabbit caught in a snare. He growled again. She should be scared. She had worked him up into an uncontrollable frenzy and he was beyond manners and gentleness, and he was going to have to bear the brunt of his earthy possession now.

  H
e sat back on his knees and grabbed Jane by the hips in one swift motion. He waited until she looked him in the eyes, and pulled her body down onto his dick in one violent motion. She screamed and he stilled and said, “Ohmigod, did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she said breathlessly.

  So he just wrenched her higher up on his hips so she was bowed completely off the bed. Her pelvis was in perfect alignment with his and he took uncivilized advantage of it. He pumped into her harder and harder, increasing the velocity of his pistoning hips to a blur. Jane let out a low, keening moan that continued as Lucas plowed into her hot core. She came so violently that stars burst behind her eyelids and her fingertips tingled.

  Lucas let his own orgasm rip and yelled in triumph.

  “Oh, God.” His arms gave out and his whole body rested atop the length of hers. After a minute, once his breathing was back in order, he murmured: “You know I can’t just walk away when Amber gets back.” He shifted his torso next to her so he wouldn’t crush her, and laid his head gently onto her chest. He cupped her face and placed reverent kisses on her cheeks and across her brow. “You’re mine now.”

  Their affair had progressed beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She liked Lucas; he was a nice man, even if he had a private side that was driving her crazy with curiosity. He was incredibly smart, fun and sexy as hell. He’d burrowed past her defenses and gotten under her skin. He was like an invading army to her senses. It was a little scary, but mostly it was exhilarating. Jane decided she was in for the ride of her life, and she was game. Yes, she was definitely his.

  She opened her eyes, swimming with unshed tears, and smiled at Lucas. She leaned up to place a reverent kiss on the top of his head. “And you’re mine,” she whispered.

  “Janie, I—” he stopped himself before he blabbed out how much he loved her. How alive she made him feel. Instead, he smiled and laid his palm flat over her left breast against her heart. He sighed deeply and then he nodded. He drifted off a few minutes later.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You never finished telling me about the new book.” Lucas asked her over a midnight snack of apple slices smeared with peanut butter and dotted with raisins. And best of all, chocolate milk.

  Jane took a big swig of milk out of the glass they were sharing. Lucas had lit three pillar candles he’d found under the kitchen sink, which now sat on the granite topped oval kitchen island. They sat nude on the stools around the island.

  “It’s about a little boy who loves to wear his red superhero cape, but as he gets older the other kids tease him about being a baby so Pete—that’s the little boy—stops wearing it for a while.” She finished off the milk and reached across Luke’s chest to grab the bottle of Maple View Farms organic milk. She loved that milk and the dairy was just a couple of miles down the road in Pittsboro. The best days were when she could make it to the creamery for an ice cream cone.

  He swiped the bottle so he could pour for her. “Well? What happens to Pete—is he going to follow the crowd or go back to doing his own thing?” He popped the last bite of apple into his mouth.

  “You’ll just have to wait for it to come out, won’t you?”

  “Aw, come on Janie,” he whined. “Tell me now. Please? Pretty please?” He spun her around so she faced him. Then he inched his fingers up the insides of her sleek thighs, just behind her sensitive knees. Goosebumps trailed in their wake.

  “Nope.” She laughed and shifted so she could spin her legs the other way. He let her go.

  But the sobering truth to him was that he really needed to know if he could get his own red cape, the one that had been stored away for so many years, and figure out how to stand on his own. Be who he really was. Jane was a smart woman. Traumatized by her sister’s death and filled with guilt and sadness for the loss, yet she had found her way out of the void. Did she have it in her to help him out?

  Lucas moved over to clean off the kitchen island. He wiped down the counter, put away the milk and washed the knife in the sink. When he was done he gave Penny a puppy treat and grabbed a piece of the broken American cheese slices Jane kept in the fridge and gave Pop Tart two small squares.

  He moved around the kitchen with the grace of a large stealthy cat; a man used to moving in total silence. What could his life have been like before he came to North Carolina? What happened during those two years he alluded to so often? His body was tall and strong. Always so quiet and watchful.

  While he was busy, she read the roadmap of his body. The small scars dotting his chest and forearms caught and held her attention, though a really vicious one on his right flank was harder to make out because he tended to turn it away from her. A long, thin white scar bisected his right shoulder, and a small explosive looking circle marred his left ribcage. The small of his back, around his kidneys, had a cross-hatching of thicker scars. And as usual, when watching his beautiful body, Jane’s fingers itched to trace his scars and heal them with her love. She was dying to ask more about his life, but he spoke first.

  “Okay, then what about the other book you finished the night we met. What’s that one about?”

  A sad, stricken look passed over her face. “That one, huh? It’s number five in the series. It’s a teen read—” he looked confused so Jane spoke over him before he could ask.

  “That’s a book written for kids around 13, 14, 15. Not really active, rebellious teenagers yet but older than young children. There’s no pictures, and it’s a good opportunity to write in conflicts so the characters can be in control of resolving things themselves. It’s not really role-playing, but most kids play over the things they read in their minds. So, you know, maybe if they’re in similar situations in real life they have already played it out in their heads and won’t make the same bad choices of the characters in a story.”

  Lucas looked impressed. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned back against the granite counter, smiling. “That’s quite a change of pace from the superhero picture book, isn’t it?”

  She slid off the stool and popped him on the rounded curve of his ass. “Come on. Let’s go back to bed. I’m pooped, but if you’re lucky I’ll let you make love to me one more time before breakfast.”

  “Wait—you didn’t answer me. So why the broad range of ages?” He picked up the pace so he could throw his arm around her shoulder. He tightened his arm and tucked her tight against his side, where he liked the way she fit.

  They got to the bedroom and Jane went to use the bathroom and brush her teeth. Once she was done, Lucas followed suit.

  They crawled into bed and got under the covers. The cool sheets felt good against his heated skin. “Well?” he prompted.

  Jane looked at him for a minute before she spoke. She was working something over in her head, maybe gathering her courage, and then she took a deep breath.

  “Lucas, before I answer you I want you to tell me a little more about yourself. What was so bad that you can’t talk about it? I mean, the last two years that you mentioned before.”

  He scurried out of the bed and backed away from her. “Whoa, Jane.” He tangled his fingers through his hair, pulling it at the roots and letting it go. It stuck out like Albert Einstein’s.

  “Shit. I wasn’t ready to do that yet. I don’t suppose we could sleep on it, could we?”

  Her shoulders drooped and she looked so sad that he almost caved. So he said, “Did you know that in the two months I’ve lived upstairs, I got more sleep than in the past two years?”

  She shook her head and sat up against the headboard to watch him. “Yes ma’am, it’s true. I think you’re my secret weapon, Janie, against the monsters that go bump in the night.” He started pacing.

  “Why couldn’t you sleep?” she asked quietly.

  He stopped and looked at her. “I took an undercover assignment in Columbia almost two and a half years ago. Before I left, I had to break off a long-term relationship…she wasn’t too keen on waiting to see if I’d be executed.”

  Jane leane
d forward and reached for him. He stared at her hand for a minute, then took it and sat next to her. “Bitch,” she said. Then laid her head on his broad shoulders. He smirked and murmured, “yeah.”

  “I was working with the LAPD—S.W.A.T. We’d been tracking a new cocaine route between Columbia and Baja. Tracy wasn’t too happy about the move from S.W.A.T. to undercover work, so about a week before I flew south she left.”

  “Did she see you when you got home?” She was rubbing his back, lightly strumming her fingers along the corded muscles along his spine.

  “Nah. She’s married…and pregnant now, from what I understand.” He turned to kiss her on the forehead, and she patted his shoulder and laid back.

  “Let’s finish this in the morning, okay?”

  He let out a huge breath. “Thank you,” he whispered. He crawled over her body and moved beneath the covers on his side of the bed.