Deep.
Her channel's muscles clamped against his digit. He growled approvingly, moving his finger in and out of her before adding another finger. Gracie threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling, her senses nearly overloading at the incredible buzz she felt. Her lips parted as whimpers tumbled from her lips.
"Like that?" he asked against her mound, the sound vibrating through her.
She looked back at him. "Oh God, yes! Don't stop."
"What do you want?"
"What you're doing to me." She gasped.
"Say it, Gracie. What do you want?"
"Whatever you're doing that feels so good. Oh yes..." she pleaded. She had no shame and how could she when she had never felt as much satisfaction until Luke?
Their eyes locked. Gracie gyrated, reaching out to grab his hair to ground her quim against his mouth. He groaned as he continued to flick his tongue before spearing her channel, swirling it inside. Fast. Gracie knew she was so close. The sweet agony of her vaginal walls contracted. Sparks seemed to pierce every pore of her body as though she was a flare exploding from the universal source of heat. Then Luke placed two fingers back inside and hooked them up, massaging that spot that would bring her to oblivion. Gracie threw her head back again and screamed when Luke's fingers and her crest met in an explosive orgasm, her clit twitching in rapid succession.
"Oh, oh, Luke! Oh Goddddd!" She combusted at the strength of the erotic wave drowning her. Her heart stuttered as she was pulled towards the vortex of rapture. With one more flick of his tongue, he removed his fingers from inside her.
Luke rose above Gracie. She was so beautiful, her body rosy from her release, her nipples darkened nubs. He was so rock hard inside his jeans, that when he undressed, his cock sprang and lightly bounced in relief from its prison. It jerked when he gazed at Gracie's wet channel.
"Luke," she said, her eyes dilated with desire. "I didn't get to pleasure you."
His lust spiralled out of control. He gritted his teeth.
"That can wait."
"Mmmmmm..."
She closed her eyes, sighing. Luke leaned over, taking a pillow to put underneath Gracie's buttocks, and she spread her legs before Luke hooked them over his forearms. They groaned together as he entered her, her womanhood tightening against his shaft until he filled her to the hilt. Luke moved his hips, angling them so that his thrusts also hit her pleasure centre, thrusting in long measured strokes. Lust radiated down to the base of his spine and into his balls at the tightness of Gracie's sheath. Gracie's mewls drove him wild, causing him to stroke her faster, the sweetness of their lovemaking gradually increasing to the primitive force of joining their bodies, their minds.
Their souls.
The faster he pistoned into her the harder he became. Luke closed his eyes, feeling the delicious suction of Gracie's core. He felt pampered, surrounded in her liquid heat that increased his own need. The sound of their bodies joining and their harsh breathing transformed the bedroom into a place of carnal delight. Suddenly Gracie tensed as her channel squeezed around him. She threw her head against the bed, her body arching as her orgasm overtook her, her walls tightening around Luke's staff, milking him. Luke groaned, pounding harder, thoroughly enjoying Gracie's velvet heat. She whimpered when Luke's thumb reached between them and played with her clit. Immense pleasure poured into him like a strength giving serum at seeing Gracie's visage as she gave in to her climax.
Allowing her some respite, Luke slowed down. Gracie's head turned from side to side, her eyes closed, her body flushed in her afterglow. Luke could feel his balls tighten, eager to jettison his load into her, but he kept a tight rein on his lust. He lifted her legs vertically and remained inside her.
"Luke?"
"I want you to go halfway around the world with me."
"How? Oohh..."
His heart thudded in his chest. Like the second hand of a clock, he moved her legs clockwise while his cock moved in and out of her. He groaned at the sensation of her lips suction as they twisted around his thrusting shaft, not stopping until her ass cheeks faced him. Still inside her, he held her hips and helped her kneel. He palmed her buttocks, skimming against the baby soft skin before he gripped her hips. He looked down, his cock soaked with her essence before he buried himself deeply into her, making her moan.
"Like it?"
"Yes!"
He picked up the pace, his hips pushing and pulling against her backside. Euphoric moans tumbled from her, incoherent words begging him to fuck her harder. He dove in as she commanded, his pulse racing, his heart thumping as though attempting to catch up with the bliss that was building inside him. Then Gracie's velvet hold clamped hard around him as she came again with a soft cry. With a roar, he joined her, his seed spilling forth from him. His head exploded as he saw white light behind his eyelids. For a moment, he couldn't hear anything, his mind wrapping itself around his intense orgasm before all light and sound came in a rush back into his body.
They collapsed on the bed, spent and replete. The sweat of their bodies incrementally evaporated as their hearts slowed down and the cold November air coming from the window cooled them. He gently pulled the duvet from under Gracie, covering them both with it. Luke never felt such contentment at having Gracie snuggled against his chest. He kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Gracie Sinclair." he whispered. His mouth curved into a lopsided grin when he realized Gracie had fallen asleep. He caressed her arm, eliciting a sigh from her kiss-swollen lips. He placed an arm underneath his head as he looked at the ceiling. His grin widened. It didn't matter.
He planned on telling her every chance he got.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cilla got out of her car and crossed the road to the mansion. She entered the open gravelled driveway on wobbly legs. God, she needed her fix, and she didn't have the money to even get a lick. Good thing she had enough petrol in her car, but she drove slowly because she almost couldn't control the vehicle, which made her scream in frustration. Except for the difficulty walking on stilettos, she looked composed even though her insides were shaking.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She seethed before anxiety dropped on her like an atomic bomb. What was she going to say? How could she convince her supplier that she did the best she could? After the disastrous talk with Luke in his apartment, she had been locked out. Shit! Truth be told, she liked being with Luke even when it was a job she had been given so that her drug supply wouldn't be cut off. The whole time she had been with him, she couldn't gather any secrets her supplier had asked her to find. Yeah right, like fucking was going to get Luke to spill anything other than his release.
She made her way around the fountain that stood in the centre of the courtyard, the slight autumn breeze spattering the mist her way. Cilla flicked her hair away from her neck as she took the two steps to the entrance door. She straightened her spine and raised her hand to knock.
The door opened before she could do so.
"Come in, Cilla," her supplier said smoothly with a sardonic smile. He left the door open, loping back into the warmer confines of the mansion, leaving Cilla standing. She stamped out the trickle of humiliation she felt gnawing in the centre of her chest before she entered the threshold and closed the door behind her. She followed him across the marble foyer, past the huge plush living room, and out the patio where a large oak table with a demitasse of espresso patiently waited.
Her supplier sat down on the intricately woven chair. He crossed his ankle over his thigh before drinking from his cup. He eyed Cilla, who remained standing.
"You have news for me," he stated more than asked.
"I saw him." Shit! She just wanted to sit down. Her armpits and cleavage were beginning to sweat despite the cold blowing through. "There is someone else. I couldn't get to him."
"Of course you couldn't get to him." Her supplier looked at his nails. "You're a whore. You'd let anyone fuck you just to get your kicks." He looked up, his eyes cold. "Surely you have a lot you can use i
n that cunt filled bag of tricks."
"How the hell am I going to use that when I can't even get near him?" she snapped, raising a shaking hand against her hair. "It's so easy for you to do that. Why do you need me?"
"It's not your place to ask me, my dear. You need me, remember? And if I tell you to fuck a horse to pay for your habit, you will fuck an Arabian thoroughbred. Are we clear?"
Cilla gasped, her eyes widening in fear. "You're joking, right? Call me a slut, but I'm not into bestiality!" She knew her supplier's reputation. She knew of men and women who defied him and ended up either being sectioned or worse, dead. "I'll get your money."
Her supplier brushed the imaginary lint from his shirt. "I don't need money, Cilla. You know that. I asked you to do something so infinitely small so that your tiny brain could comprehend it." He tsked. "And yet you couldn’t do it."
Tears pushed like daggers from behind Cilla's eyes at the insult. She balled her fists to stop herself from crumpling in front of him. She hadn’t been like this before.
What the fuck has happened to me?
"Give me another chance and I'll find a way to get Luke Bryce."
"This is what you'll do." Her supplier's eyes narrowed. "I will think for you."
Moments later Cilla stared dumbfounded, her mouth slack.
Her supplier chuckled. "You look like a fish out of water, Cilla. Go ahead. Close and open your mouth."
Cilla clamped her mouth shut, mortification painting her face a dull red. They both heard a car rolling through the gravel courtyard. Cilla's supplier stood.
"Take the door by the kitchen," he said. "I don't want you to be seen."
"Fine." Cilla's chin lifted. "I need—"
"You'll find it on top of the bin outside of the kitchen door."
Cilla sucked in her breath, her chest concaving at the treatment she received. She knew she shouldn't allow him to talk to her that way, but what could she do? He was the only drug supplier she knew who didn't harass her if she didn't pay. That wasn't to say that he was lenient with his other buyers. He just blackmailed them or asked them for favours he knew they were willing to do.
Because they had no other choice.
She spun around on what suddenly became spindly legs, concentrating on just putting one foot after the other. She went down the few patio steps and turned the corner of the house just as female voices carried through the house. She found the packet lying on top of the bin cover, as though it was left there as a matter of fact. Her tears blurred her vision when she saw that there was also a wad of pound notes, more than enough to keep her body and soul together. Dear God, what kind of man was her supplier? What did he want with Luke Bryce? Relief and desperation kicked in when she saw that the packet was bigger than what she normally was able to procure.
Her head snapped at the laughter in the patio. Even her supplier was laughing happily. Cilla sank against the wall and closed her eyes, willing for the abject loneliness to subside. This wasn't her lot. She had to leave, to stop the sounds of joy sneering at her. She was a whore and a thief. There was no other worse combination as of what she was. Oh right, there was another one that trumped it. A whore, thief, and murderer. Thank God she wasn't the latter. She had no intention of being one either. She had enough sins for a business class ticket to Hell. Why the fuck did she have to be the recipient of a lousy set of cards in the game of life?
With hands that trembled like wind torn leaves, she opened the packet, licking her finger before dipping it inside. As soon as she rubbed the powder against her gums, she closed her eyes and exhaled. The effects were slow in coming but yes, she was beginning to feel it. Her security blanket had come back. The only inanimate object that would never let her down.
Problem was, she didn't know for how long.
She pushed against the wall and stood on steadier feet, her mind starting to whirl with possibilities. Once she did this job, she would disappear. She didn't give a fuck if she stole, as long as she was away from this godforsaken place. Guilt pricked her conscience, but she shoved it back. Now wasn't the time to have scruples.
Now was a time to grab the chance to start all over again.
* * *
Felicity Holbrook entered her room and dumped her parcels before sitting on the edge of her bed. Good God...she hadn't expected to see Luke in town. What the hell, it was nearing Christmas, wasn't it? Of course, he'd be around to buy gifts. However, from what her informant had told her, he used a personal shopper because he didn't like crowds. What changed? The woman with him, that was what. She looked older than her brother, but she had a ready and kind smile. Felicity suddenly took an instant liking to her just because. It was the look on her brother's face that froze her. She wanted to smile, to show him how happy she was that she had seen him again. When Luke's face morphed from shock, anger, then unadulterated hatred, she became tongue tied. She wanted to explain what had happened, even in the midst of the crowds that jostled around them, she wanted him to understand. But they had left, Luke pulling the bewildered woman with him away from her, making her feel as though she had some infectious disease and not the sister who had been willing to welcome him. She bent her head, closing her eyes. Her strawberry blonde locks fell forward to shield her face like a curtain. Her heart squeezed inside her ribcage. Fucking propriety of upper bloody class snobs!
A class she belonged to, detested for so many reasons, one of which being the loss of her brother. Thank God she had finally left and got her own flat she shared with her best friend, Corinne.
There was a knock on her door before Corinne entered. Her best friend's dreadlocks were piled high on her head, showing her graceful neck to perfection. Her diamond nose and eyebrow rings glinted in the room's light.
"Feeling better?" Felicity asked.
"Yeah." Corrine sighed and sat beside her on the bed. She raised her knee and inspected her toe. "But it's still bloody painful."
"Serves you right using summer sandals during pre-Christmas shopping," Felicity quipped.
"Whatever." Corinne placed her leg down. "So, that was your brother, huh?"
"Yeah." Felicity sighed. "Though I don't think he'd want to be reminded of that fact."
"You never told me about him," Corinne replied. "Want to tell me about it now?"
"It was a long time ago. Besides, what good would it do?"
"Might help you feel better, is all."
"Spit it out, Corinne. You're just being nosy."
"Guilty," her friend said, eyes twinkling. "So," she sat more comfortably on the bed and leaned back propped on her elbows, "go on then."
Felicity told her about how Luke became her brother.
"So? It's not like it was his fault," Corinne said. "I mean, sure, I can definitely understand your mum's anger, but it wasn't Luke's decision to come out."
"I tried to reach out to him, and I actually did." Felicity sighed, lying down. "Then something happened. I was supposed to meet Luke in a local village cafe, but somehow Mum found out. I made damn sure that she wouldn't know. She asked me to get some things which she said she desperately needed from town and by the time I got back it was past the time I was to meet my brother. I should have left a message with the cafe owner, but I thought I'd have enough time to do so before I met Luke."
"You could have called him."
Felicity looked at her best friend, bitterness creeping into her voice. "He didn't own a mobile phone then and I couldn’t risk calling him from the house. Payphones in the village didn’t work either."
"So how did you communicate?"
"I found his address among Dad's papers in his office at home, jotted it down and wrote to him. I gave him a post office address so that my family wouldn't know. I badgered him for a phone number and he finally gave me his landline, then I’d call him from a payphone when I went to town. Imagine that, Corinne. I had to hide wanting to see my brother." She exhaled in anger and frustration.
"Jenna and Lillian didn't like him either, I gather." At Felicity's silen
ce, Corinne snorted. "Your sisters are snobs. Compared to them, you're Cinderella and they're the wicked step-sisters."
Felicity didn't refute what Corinne said because the moment they saw Corinne with her piercings and the tattoo on her wrist, they had avoided her like the plague. Her mother tolerated her best friend, believing that it was just a passing stage. In the end, Felicity decided that she had enough and left. Unknown to her parents, she, Corinne, and a few other friends had pulled their resources together while they were in university diversifying their investments between high yielding stocks, and getting a food franchise that both steadily increased their earnings. It was easy to leave her plush home knowing that by living frugally, she'd be able to make it on her own. She hadn't turned back since.
"You need to find a way to get in touch with him, Lissie," Corrine spoke up, using her pet name for her best friend. "If only for your own peace of mind. If he doesn't want to hear what you have to say, at least you know you did all you could."
Felicity hummed her agreement. Just then, her phone buzzed inside her purse. Scooping it out, her lips tightened when she saw who was calling.
"Dad."
"Felicity, how have you been doing, darling?"
"I'm sure this isn't a social call, Dad. What do you want?"
Her father sighed. "Your mother and I want you to come over for Christmas dinner."
"I can't. I already have plans."
"Felicity, no matter what crap you do, you're still family." He snapped, then in a softer tone added, "Your mother misses you. We both miss you."
"That's good." She placed her arm over her eyes. "Though I'm not so sure that's the truth."
She heard her father mouth an expletive. Her mouth twitched.
"Truce, Felicity...please."
It was her turn to exhale. "I still can't have Christmas dinner with you, Dad. But I will come over."
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