by Lacey Black
The other couple makes their escape on their floor as silence suddenly fills the elevator car. In fact, it’s so quiet that I open my eyes, fearful that Jacobi got off on the wrong floor. Instead, he’s staring up at me, green eyes filled with concern.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine, buddy. Just tired,” I say as I yawn.
“You’ve been tired a lot. You’re not sick, are you?”
“No, sweetie, I’m okay. Really,” I tell him, rubbing his hair on top of his head, which, of course, he hates.
He’s in the process of telling me to knock it off when we reach my floor. We step out of the car together and walk towards my door. When the key turns the lock and we enter my place, my nose is instantly assaulted with the smell of something amazingly delicious. My stomach growls loudly as if to punctuate the fact that I haven’t eaten since lunch.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I wanted to answer the door na-” Luke says as he rounds the corner and comes face to face with my little brother and me. “Hey! Jacobi! Didn’t know you were coming tonight. So glad to see you,” Luke says a little too brightly, clearly trying to cover up his previous words.
“Why would you answer the door naked?” my brother asks, while I try not to choke on my laughter.
“Naked? No, I wasn’t going to say naked. I was going to say nay…gative. I wanted to answer the door negative-ly.”
My brother stares up at Luke as if he has lost his mind. Luke maintains eye contact, but I can see sweat breaking out on his brow. “You’re weird.”
“Yep, I’m definitely a little weird,” Luke confirms with a big fake smile.
“I’m going to set my stuff in my room,” Jacobi says, keeping an eye on Luke.
“Wash your hands when you’re done, and we’ll eat dinner,” I say, setting my purse down on the hallway table.
“Kay.”
When his footfalls hit the hardwood of the stairs, I can’t contain my laughter any longer. “You were going to answer the door negatively?”
“You could have warned me,” he says as he pulls me into his arms. “It’s a damn good thing I didn’t actually answer the door naked.”
“That would have been embarrassing,” I mumble as his lips find mine in a welcoming kiss. It’s easy to get lost in the feel of his warm lips as they devour my mouth, waking up my libido.
“By the way,” I start, as I make no move to remove my mouth from his. “I think we need to tell Jacobi about the babies. He was asking me questions in the elevator about my exhaustion. Plus, if he’s staying here for the next two weeks, there’s a chance he’s going to see me getting sick. I don’t want him to worry about me.”
“Two weeks, huh?”
“Yeah, apparently Mommy has decided to frolic in New York with a male model,” I add, forcing the mental images Penny painted in my head as far away as possible.
Luke leads me towards my kitchen where he’s already set the small table with two place settings. He instantly grabs another plate, fork, and glass from the cabinets and places them on the table. “I’m fine with telling him, angel. Whatever we need to do.”
Jacobi runs down the stairs and into the kitchen. “It smells good. What’s for dinner?”
“Thai. Do you like that?” Luke asks as he pulls the containers from the warming oven.
“It’s good. Can I have milk with it?” he asks, taking the middle seat.
I grab the gallon of milk and pour myself a glass after Jacobi’s. Luke places a kiss on my shoulder as he grabs a bottle of beer from the open fridge. After putting the milk away, I join them at the table, where he’s already dishing up curried chicken, noodles, and shrimp onto plates.
After a few minutes of eating in silence, I glance over at Luke. He’s watching me eat. He nods his head, apparently able to read the questions in my mind. It’s his silent confirmation and acknowledgement that he’s beside me when I tell my brother my big news.
“So, Jacobi, I have something to tell you. I know you were concerned about how tired I was in the elevator, so I wanted to talk to you a little more about that,” I start, setting my fork down on my half-eaten plate.
“There’s something wrong, isn’t there. I knew it,” he mumbles.
“No, no.” He doesn’t look convinced. “Honestly, buddy. It’s nothing bad. In fact, I think it’s really good. Exciting, even.” My brother watches me, waiting for my announcement. I take a deep breath. “Luke and I are having a baby.”
“Actually, not just one baby, but two,” Luke says from the other side of Jacobi.
He looks back and forth from me on his left side to Luke on his right. It’s too difficult to tell what he’s thinking since his face is schooled pretty neutrally. “You guys are gonna have two babies? At the same time?”
“Yes, Jacobi, we’re having twins,” I tell my brother.
“Does this mean I get to be the big brother?” he asks, his face hopeful.
“No, it means you get to be the uncle,” I say.
His face falls a little as he looks over to Luke. “Actually, it means you get to be the best uncle in the world. And you’ll get to come over and help us with the babies any time you want.” Luke’s words seem to be just what Jacobi needs to hear.
When he turns back to me, he’s grinning ear to ear. “There’s really two babies in there?” he asks, looking down at my still-flat stomach. “Where are they?”
“They’re still very little,” I tell him. “My belly will start to get bigger soon.”
“And then you’re going to be so big, I bet you can’t fit through the doorway anymore!”
Luke laughs, and even though it’s at my expense, I giggle a little too. “I don’t quite think she’ll get that big, buddy,” Luke says, rubbing the top of his head.
We wrap up dinner with smiles and small talk about the babies and pregnancy. Apparently, ten-year-olds have a lot of questions about babies and how exactly they got in there. That’s definitely a conversation for another day. It warms my heart how easily Jacobi and Luke get along. He’s spent much of his young little life without a father figure, and maybe Luke is able to fill that void a little.
I just pray it doesn’t backfire on us.
* * *
“There’s some things we need to talk about,” Luke says as he enters the bedroom from my adjacent bathroom. He’s wiping his hands on a hand towel, the corded muscles of his forearms flexing with each movement.
My heart instantly starts to pound a hasty beat. Hell, there’s lots of things we probably need to talk about, but when he walks into the room wearing nothing but tight black boxer briefs (yes, he decided to start wearing underwear when Jacobi was around) that do absolutely nothing but define the bulge between his legs, it makes me forget about all of those things we need to talk about. Instead, it makes my hormones short-circuit my brain and a dull throb strum between my legs.
“Stop looking at me like you want to lick me like a popsicle,” he says, his voice hoarse and laced with desire. “I’ll forget all about the things we need to discuss and go straight to burying my dick inside your sweet, wet pussy.”
“I like that idea better,” I tell him as I slide my hands up his warm chest.
“Believe me, angel, I do too, but I need to talk to you about a meeting I had today.”
Luke takes my hand and leads me to the bed. I’ve already taken care of washing my face and brushing my teeth, and he doesn’t seem to mind that I prefer to wear one of his well-worn t-shirts and a pair of boy-cut cotton panties to bed because they’re the most comfortable things in the world.
He positions me so that we’re facing each other. I cross my legs Indian-style, which causes the shirt to ride up my thighs. Green eyes blaze with heat as he follows the movement of my shirt as it exposes my thighs. I snap in front of his face. “Eyes up here, Thomas. You’re the one who said we had to talk instead of getting naked.”
“I’m a fucking idiot. I can see your p
anties from here. They’re damp, angel,” he mumbles, still not moving his eyes.
“They are. What is it we need to talk about so that we can get to the naked part,” I coax.
Luke blinks and returns his eyes to mine. “I…well, I need to talk to you about your father’s will.” His words stun me.
“His will?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he starts, taking my hands in his. “After your father passed away, was there a will reading?”
“There was, yes. It was at his attorney’s office downtown about a week or so afterward.”
“Is that where you heard about the conditions of the will?”
“Well, yes. I mean, I was pretty emotional during the reading of the will. I had just found out the extent of his wealth and that it was left to both Jacobi and myself. He left Penny a pretty substantial amount, too, but the bulk of it went to us.”
“And the hotel?”
“Like I said, I was pretty emotional. I took a break and went to the washroom to collect myself. When I came out, they were finished. Mick and Penny told me about the will conditions.”
His face tightens and his nostrils flare a bit. I’ve rarely seen Luke upset, but I can see it now. I’m just not sure if it’s directed at me or not. “What were the conditions again?” he asks, his words clipped.
“That I had to work at the casino for five years. Jacobi has to complete business school and then helm the hotel.”
“And the attorney didn’t tell you that, right?”
“No, I stepped out after he talked about the trusts and inheritance.”
He appears deep in thought for a few moments. Damn, I wish I knew what he was thinking. “On your wedding day to Mick, did you sign any documents besides the marriage certificate?” My blood runs cold.
“Why? What’s this about?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
“We have reason to believe that the will you were told about was a bullshit lie. I had a lawyer look over your father’s will and there was no stipulations for either you or Jacobi to get your inheritance. In fact, he made it pretty damn easy by just leaving it to you without any conditions.”
“You’re saying everything they told me was bullshit?”
“Yeah.” He sits up straight again. “In fact, the hotel was left to you and Jacobi. Not Penny.”
My mind just spins as I try to process what he’s saying.
“You should also know that you were named as Jacobi’s executor where the hotel is concerned, not Penny.”
“Oh my God. I own The Diamond?”
“Well,” he starts but stops. His mouth moves a few times like he’s trying to find the right words. “Not that I want to talk about this, but I need you to remember your wedding day.”
“I’m not sure how this is relevant, but most women remember everything about their wedding day, Luke.”
“Did you meet with an attorney, maybe one set up by Mick or Penny? Did you sign anything besides your marriage certificate?”
I close my eyes for a moment and remember that day, but I already know the answer to his questions. “No,” I state as I open my eyes and stare straight into his piercing green ones. “I didn’t meet with any legal counsel, nor did I sign any document besides that piece of paper that bound me to him for a short period of time.”
Luke’s face seems to lighten instantly. His eyes shine and he cracks a smile.
“Why?” I ask.
“There was an amendment to the will dated and signed by you on your wedding day turning over complete control of The Diamond to Mick Richards and Penny Rogen.”
“What? I never signed that!” I exclaim, not understanding why he seems happy by this revelation. I’m definitely not all that happy.
“I figured as much,” he says, leaning forward and kissing my forehead. “This means that your dickhead ex-husband has somehow falsified documents that turned over operations to the hotel to him.”
“What a pig,” I mumble.
“That he is,” he says as he grabs his phone. I watch as he types out a few lines of a text, smiling the entire time.
“What was that?” I ask.
“That, my angel, was the go-ahead to start legal proceedings to go after Mr. Richards and Ms. Rogen. I met with Reid Hunter and his legal counsel this afternoon, who is ready to help get your hotel back.”
“My hotel,” I mumble in disbelief.
“Your hotel. Yours and Jacobi’s.” Luke guides me backwards until I’m flat on my back. He presses his hard body against mine, rekindling the fire that’s always smoldering inside of me.
Pressing his lips lightly to mine, he says, “I don’t want you to say anything to either of them about this. Not yet. We don’t want to show our hands before we’re ready and tip them off.”
“I really own the hotel?” I ask, wrapping my legs around his lean waist.
“Once that document they forged is proven fake, then yes, angel, the hotel will be yours. Yours and your brother’s.” Luke presses his erection into the V of my legs as his hands slide up my outer thighs, pushing the t-shirt up as he goes.
“So if I can’t say anything to Mick and risk him finding out that we’re on to him, what do you suggest we do in the mean time?” My panties are soaked through and the ache between my legs is now a throb. I grind myself against his hard length, seeking any attempt at relief I can find.
His groan against my ear is like a bolt of lightning to my core. “I can think of something I’d like to do. Right now. With you in the same position. Except without the panties.” Luke is panting, clearly teetering on the edge of control.
I turn so that my mouth lines up with his ear. My warm breath fans against his head and tickles my nose. The scent of his shampoo turns me into a pile of goo. His hands burn against my flesh as they wrap around my ass and squeeze, the slight tilt of my pelvis lining him up perfectly for what I want next.
“Show me.”
Chapter Twenty-Two – No Place Like Home
Luke
“Show me.”
Two words that cause every ounce of blood my body possesses to rush straight to my cock. It’s throbbing in my boxers, harder than steel, and wants nothing more than to slide inside of her magnificent body.
Without saying a word, I maneuver over her enough to strip my tee that she likes to wear to bed. Honestly, the sight of her wearing it is better than any fucking lingerie on the market. If I were to die tonight, the image of her wearing exactly this would be my final thought.
I take about a thousand mental snapshots of her lying beneath me, wearing nothing but grey cotton panties. I never thought boy-cut would be sexy, but holy shit, are they hot enough to melt the snow in Iceland. I mean, we’re talking boners for life kinda sexy.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asks, bringing her right hand up in an attempt to cover herself.
Grabbing her hand, I pin it above her head. “Don’t try to cover yourself. I was admiring your gorgeous curves.”
“Why do you still have clothes on?” she asks, dropping her eyes to my boxers.
They’re off in about two seconds, and hers immediately follow. Sliding her up the bed so that her head rests on a pillow, I lie my body atop hers. I can practically feel her heart beating out of her chest as my lips find hers, wet and plump. The kiss is deep as I stroke her tongue with my own, nipping at the soft flesh at the corners of her mouth.
I kiss my way down her body. She wiggles beneath me, groaning as my tongue licks its way around each nipple and down her torso. I can smell her arousal. Wetness glistens between her legs, calling to me like a siren. One long, slow swipe of my tongue against her pussy is enough to cause her to practically levitate. I rest my arm against her abdomen to hold her in place while I lick and suck at her clit, teasing until she’s begging for more.
Remaining perfectly still, I swipe a single finger through her wetness, trailing the finger downward to her puckered ass. We’ve never played with her back entra
nce before, nor have we discussed whether or not she’d be game for it. The fact that she hasn’t told me to stop or batted my finger away gives me a little encouragement to continue my exploration. No, I won’t take it too far tonight, but I’d love to claim her body there too. It’s the possessive caveman in me that wants to make every part of her mine, and only mine.
I slide my tongue into her pussy while my finger breaches her backdoor. She tenses and immediately stops moving. “Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” I ask, not removing my mouth from her pussy.
“I…I don’t know,” she says honestly. “I’ve never done that.”
“Relax, angel. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” I tell her as my tongue dives back in. As I move my tongue in and out, my finger does the same with small movements.
I can feel her relaxing beneath me, letting go. Her hips begin to grind against my face as she chases the sweet relief I’m offering. Moving my hand down from her abdomen, I’m able to rub her clit, applying a little bit of pressure. Her loud moan is music to my ears.
Her body starts to tighten, her orgasm closing in on her. I keep the pace of the finger in her ass slow, but pick up speed on my tongue. I push further and further inside her with each stroke. When her long fingers grip my hair, I almost lose it myself, but I hold on. I pinch her clit, and she detonates like a bomb. She’s loud, her moans of pleasure mixing with my name falling from her lips. The walls of her pussy tighten around my tongue, coating it with her juices. And her ass grips my finger like a vise.
As soon as the shockwaves start to subside, I remove my finger and mouth and slide up her body. I don’t even wipe my face off, just dive in for a kiss. She sucks on my tongue, licking and tasting her own sweetness. I line myself up and push inside. Her pussy is still pulsing as my dick slides in all the way to the root.
Fucking heaven.