by Maree, Kay
“I have a few surprises for you tonight, Vixen,” he winks, jumping out the truck and jogging around to open my door.
Putting out his hand for mine.
Sliding my palm into his, helping me step down, I can’t control the tremble racing through me at the simple gesture.
“Follow me.”
Turning, he heads towards the front door, my hand still in his as he pulls me along and I try to take everything in.
It's so peaceful, and it’s nothing like the house I remember coming to when we were younger.
Without stopping as we enter the front door, he guides me towards the stairs, catching glimpses here and there of stone walls scattered with modern touches thrown in.
Looking down, I admire the two stone steps leading up into woodblock steps that seem to be fixed into the stone wall.
On the other side of the staircase has a wood banister with black metal panels running down, joining with the wooden block steps.
I am stunned speechless of the mix of materials used.
This place is an architect's dream, I think running my hand against the smooth dark wood grain banister top.
Coming to a stop in front of a closed-door he turns cupping my face in his hands, leaning down he places a gentle kiss on my lips.
“There is an outfit laid out on the bed, get dressed and freshen up and met me out the back,”
“Okay,” I manage to get out, my head completely spinning.
“Don’t take too long,” he brushes another kiss across my lips then he's gone.
Leaning my back against the door, my hand against my chest trying to understand what the hell is happening right now.
Mentally shaking myself, I turn and push the door open.
“Oh god,” I breathe out, taking in the gorgeous room.
Cathedral ceilings, a wooden beam chandelier with warm bare light globes hanging down at different lengths hangs from the centre of the ceiling over the four-poster bed. Big sliding French doors take up one wall overlooking the backyard, but I’m drawn back to the bed, my breath catching in my throat when I notice three wooden photo frames hanging on the wall above the headboard.
They are all black and white and they're all of me.
A close up of my face takes up one photo where I’m smiling and it seems like my eyes are shining. In another, I have my arms spread wide, my heads thrown back looking up at the sky riding Smores as if I was flying.
The last one is one I took and posted to social media about a year ago.
I was sitting on my lounge with my laptop in my lap, my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head, no make-up, my glasses perched on my nose and I remember the taglines I put with it. #NoFilter #JustBeingMe
“Holy shit,” my stomach flips and I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face.
Stepping further into the room a puff of air escapes my mouth seeing a gorgeous red dress laid out across the bed, picking it up I can’t help hugging it.
It’s absolutely gorgeous, it’s fitted at the top with thin straps, a long floral lace overlay so with heels it would hit just below the shins. To stop it being completely see-through there is a silk underlay that will hit mid-thigh, a red band sits just under the breasts.
Quickly undressing, taking my hat off, I leave it lying on the bed.
Feeling giddy, I quickly skip towards the en-suite knowing I probably smell like stale alcohol and smoke so a shower is definitely needed.
Stepping into the dim-lit room, my breath freezes in my chest.
The room looks like a spa retreat, river rock flows up the right wall, massive charcoal grey floor tiles spread across the floor, a beautiful light grey stone bath in the centre of the room and the same kind of chandelier from the bedroom hangs above it. Beyond that, two sets of vanities sit either side of a large floor to ceiling window that looks out onto another part of the land.
“Wow,” I choke out seeing the left side wall is a walk through shower.
Two massive bronze showerheads hang down from the ceiling.
A glass panel separates that area from the rest of the room.
I really want to stay here and take it all in, but I need to get downstairs.
I wanna see what he has planned out for the night.
Flipping the bronze taps on, placing my glasses on the glass shelf provided, tying my hair up into a knot on top of my head, I lean back a little to keep it from getting wet and make quick work of washing myself.
The aroma of wild berries floats through the air from the body wash, making me hum.
Flipping the water off, I grab my glasses and put them back on before snatching up a beautiful white fluffy towel from the towel rack. Quickly wrapping it around myself, I head towards the vanity that has Lucas’ razor and stuff on it.
Looking for a toothbrush and toothpaste, but finding neither.
Peering towards the other side, I bite my lip wondering who that one belongs to.
Since I’m nosy, I decide to snoop.
On quick feet, I make my way towards it.
A lump forms in my throat when I notice my stuff is here.
“What is happening right now?” I mumble in the otherwise quiet room.
Grabbing my toothbrush, I quickly squirt the paste on it and brush my teeth.
Picking up my brush, I pull my hair out and give it a quick brush.
With the towel firmly wrapped around me, I head back into the bedroom.
My eyes scan the area, seeing a closed door.
I can’t help myself and take a look.
It’s a massive walk-in closet.
“Wow.”
On one side are Lucas’s pants stacked on the shelves, shirt’s hanging on the railings and his boots and other shoes lined up underneath.
Glancing to the other side my stomach flips seeing my clothes all hanging and folded nicely on the shelves, my many shoes lined up neatly underneath.
Taking a few shaky steps in, running my hand over the many clothes I have.
My breath gets lodged in my throat seeing a beautiful curved dressing table at the other end built into the wall with huge windows above. Warm downlights scatter across the roof above the clothes, but at the other end of the room hanging down above the curved natural wood dressing table is a beautiful bronze 10-Light crystal candle style chandelier.
Turning around, I head back to the bedroom, scanning my eyes around the space.
I catch sight of my phone charger and kindle sitting on one of the bedside tables.
“What the hell?” I mutter, my head whirling all over again.
What is happening right now? I think.
The sound of soft country music drifting up through the open doors pulls my attention back to the red dress laying on the bed.
I know I have stuffed around long enough and if I want answers, I better get my butt downstairs. Rushing to the end of the bed, I snatch up the dress, dropping my towel.
I pull the dress over my head, thinking I better put panties on.
I pause in my step back towards the walk-in-robe, a wicked smile pulling across my lips.
Yeah, maybe not.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I grab the black leather pumps with the famous red soles that are sitting on the floor. Putting them on, I stand on shaky legs running my hands down the dress. With shaky hands, I pull my hair over one shoulder then place my glasses on the bedside table.
I can see fine without them.
They are mainly for reading but I like them and the doctor told me if I wanted to wear them full time I can but tonight I don’t want to wear them.
Sophie says I use them as a shield against the world and I have to admit she is right.
Tonight I don’t want to hide, I want to just be me without trying to put up a wall.
Taking a few deep breaths, I head out the door, following the sound of the music.
Coming to a stop in the open plan living area, everything looki
ng like it came out of a modern rustic living magazine.
Everything flows together so well.
Stone, wood, metal blending seamlessly together and go with the soft natural colours splashed across the walls without river rock, tying everything together nicely and making the stainless steel chef's dream kitchen pop.
The whole house is cozy, warm and absolutely stunning.
I swear most of this stuff and the layout is pinned on my Pinterest board.
Shaking my head at that thought, I head for the glass sliding French doors that lead out to a massive back deck.
My breath catches and my feet forget to move as I take in what he has done, and my jaw just about hits the floor when I see him.
Dressed in black dress pants, long sleeve black button-up shirt.
The first two buttons are undone and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his black Stetson on and of course his black cowboy boots.
Damn.
Moving slowly to the bottom of the deck he holds out his hand for me, biting my bottom lip smiling.
I take the few steps between us, sliding my palm into his.
“What have you done?” I breathe out, letting myself take it all in.
Tea light candles in mason jars line a short walkway towards an area with overhanging trees, warm fairy lights criss-cross through the branches hanging above a wine barrel table.
Two pure white candles burn bright in the middle of the table, that has a beautiful white tablecloth with a red runner over the top and many covered dishes.
“Welcome home, Little Vixen,” he husks out, kissing the top of my hand.
Those crystal blue eyes shine up at me.
Hunger lies in the depths drawing me in more, my heart beats out a rhythmic tune as if calling out to him.
My cheeks flush with colour as his words settle deep in my fragile soul and begins warming me from the inside out.
It takes but a moment, a scent, a simple touch to change your life forever and it’s in this moment I know I will never be the same again...
“Welcome home, Little Vixen,”
The huskiness of my voice gives me away because fucking damn my woman is fine.
It’s gonna take a fucking miracle not to throw her over my shoulder and storm back up into our bedroom and do everything I want to that body.
A deep rumble vibrates through my chest just thinking about her body bending to my will, sweat gathered over those curves as I taste every fucking inch.
Fuck.
Mentally shaking myself, my cock is hard as stone and I need to cool my ass down.
Clearing my throat.
“Do you trust me? Little Vixen,” I ground out, helping her down the wood, stone steps.
Even with her heels on, she barely reaches my shoulders.
Her eyes go wide before softening a small breathy Yes escapes those puffy lips.
“Good,” I nod, pulling a set of silver Ben Wa balls from my back pocket, but these ain’t the normal ones.
These vibrate, and I have the remote control, but I don’t tell her that.
Bringing them to her lips.
“Open,” my voice is so deep she doesn’t miss the command lying just underneath that one word.
Her mouth pops open.
Rolling them across her bottom lip first, then slowly sliding them into her mouth.
“Suck,” it comes out strained as those lips close.
After a few seconds, her eyes burn into mine.
Those evergreen eyes spark like tiny Emerald flecks under the candlelight.
Gripping the string that's attached to the balls, I begin to pull them free.
Her lips shine from her saliva and fuck that hit’s me straight in the balls.
Lowering myself to my knees in front of her, I slowly so fucking slowly slide her dress up with one hand, running the palm of my other hand up her smooth inner thigh.
I bite off a chuckle hearing her audible gulp.
“What are you doing?” she gasps just as my fingers hit her bare pussy.
Fuck, she isn’t wearing any panties.
“No panties,” I grunt, feeling how fucking wet she is.
“Panty lines,” she breathes as the tip of my finger begins sliding over her hard little clit.
Making circular motions, she begins trembling,
Her fingers flex against my shoulders.
I suck down a groan from the bite of pain from her nails, savouring every second of it.
Looking up, I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest as my fingers go back to my ministrations.
One by one, I slide the balls deep inside her.
“Shit,” she hisses, eyes rolling back, her grip digs deeper.
Gripping her hips, coming up to my full height, I hold her in place as her legs begin to wobble. Making me chuckle.
“What do they do?” those eyes shine up at me with so much innocence it about brings me back to my knees.
“You’ll see,” I gruff out, taking her small hand in mine, leading her towards the table Cora and Nash set up for me today.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, with each step making me chuckle.
“It’s Lucas Vixen, not God,” I whisper in her ear.
She shivers when my breath floats down her neck, creating goosebumps in its wake.
Leading her towards her seat, smirking when I see her thighs squeeze together once she sits.
I take in her flushed cheeks and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
Brushing my lips over hers from one corner to the other.
Pulling back, I take my seat.
Not happy we are so far apart, I get up and move my chair closer to hers.
“Happy now?” she asks, giggling.
“Never been happier in my life,” I wink.
Her body stiffens at the double meaning.
A soft smile ghosting over her lips, she wiggles in her seat then bites down hard on that plush bottom lip, a weird sound coming out making me chuckle.
“Try to relax, baby,” I murmur, running my hand up her lace-covered thigh.
“Relax? You try to relax with balls shoved up your hoo-ha,” she blurts.
Throwing my head back, I bark out a laugh.
The best thing about Lucy is she can never keep that smart mouth shut, she never minces her words and I don’t know why but fuck it gets me every time.
“Wine?” I offer, pulling the bottle from the ice bucket.
“Sure,” she smiles as I pour.
Pulling the lids off the dishes of food in front of us, I wait for her to grab what she wants before I do the same with mine.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” she says, looking around at all the lights.
“I had some help,” I say, taking a sip of the wine.
I'm not a wine drinker, but for tonight I wanted everything to be perfect and if I have to suffer through drinking wine, then that’s what I’ll do.
“Oh, yeah?” she asks, cutting into her steak.
“Cora and Nash,” I shrug.
“Well, you all did a fantastic job, no one has ever done anything like this for me before,” she smiles taking a sip of her wine, her nose scrunches up a little and I worry she doesn’t like it.
“I know wine really isn’t your thing, but Cora insisted,” I mumble.
Wondering if I should go get us a couple of bottles of beer.
“Oh, this one is quite nice,” she breathes, making me smile.
Sliding my hand under my napkin, I find the little remote control for the balls.
Running my thumb over the switch.
It has three settings, kind of like a one, two, three punch thing and not being able to resist, I hit the first setting.
“Shit,” she gasps, her knuckles turning white around her cutlery, her shoulders hunch over as her eyes shoot to mine, that pink little tongue running across her bottom lip.
“Ride it out ba
by,” I lean over whispering in her ear.
After a few more seconds, I flip it off.
I wait for her to catch her breath.
“Well, damn,” she breathes out, making me chuckle.
“I’m in control tonight, Little Vixen,” I wink, pulling the remote from its hiding spot.
Her mouth pops open as if to argue, so I push level two.
Loving the flush from before deepening.
“Don’t cum,” I breathe into her ear, running my hand up her thigh.
The material of her dress bunching under my hand.
Gripping it, I slide it up just a little bit more so I can slide my hand over her bare flesh, her entire body quivering, teeth-gritting together those eyes now heavy-lidded.
“Fuck babe,” I ground out.
Taking those lips in a soul-searing kiss.
The cutlery clangs against her plate before her little hand’s fist in my shirt, pulling me closer. Before I lose control, I pull back resting my forehead against hers.
“So pretty,” I murmur, running my thumb over her soft heat filled cheek, flipping the button off. Her body sags against me.
“What are you doing to me?” she breathes.
“Making you fall in love with me,” pecking her lips.
Leaning back in my chair, I go back to my food as if I haven't been trying to make her body lose control.
“Brute,” she mutters, eyeing me out the corner of her eye.
“You’ll get used to it,” I wink, taking a bite of my food.
The conversation flows easily between us and we talk about anything and everything.
I don’t flip the switch on again, wanting to let her eat, she is way too small.
When she pushes her plate aside, her hands resting on her stomach, my mind zeros in on her hands, slowly sliding across that belly. And I can’t get the image of her rubbing her belly with my baby growing inside her out of my mind.
Would he have her green eyes and dark hair, or would he look like me?
“What?” her voice breaks through my fucked up head and the image I want to make a reality. Shaking my head, knowing the first time I’m inside her that’s gonna be my goal.
“Dance with me,” I say, not answering her.