“Hello?” Sophia says, her voice popping over the line.
“Hi there,” I reply quietly, not exactly knowing how to begin.
A long moment of nothing folds out between us. I hope that she doesn’t hang up the phone in anger. A squeal of delight assures me that my roommate and best friend is more than willing to forgive me for disappearing off the face of the earth.
“Where the hell are you?” she cries. I can practically hear her jumping up and down as she talks to me.
“I can’t tell you that exactly,” I say, “But I’m safe. That’s the important thing, right?”
“Sure,” she agrees, sighing heavily, “I knew that you were OK. There was all this speculation that maybe you were inside the house when it burned down...but I knew better. I knew you weren’t going to go and get yourself killed in a house fire right after meeting Mr. Perfect.”
“Mr. Perfect,” I laugh, “Right. That’s Lukas.”
“You are with him, aren’t you?” Sophia asks.
“I...really shouldn’t tell you that either,” I say, biting my lip.
“I’ll take that as a yes. You’re a pretty terrible liar, you know. At least you are with me.”
“I’m just glad that you’re even speaking to me, Sophia,” I say, “I thought you’d be furious.”
“Nah,” she says, “I figured you had your reasons for getting out of town, and that you’d explain everything later. Though I’m guessing you didn’t call to explain?”
“No,” I tell her, “I just wanted to let you know that I was OK. And...well...I wanted to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye?” Sophia says confusedly, “What do you mean, goodbye? You’re coming back, aren’t you?”
“I...don’t think I am,” I say.
“But...why the hell not?” Sophia demands, “What about your job? And your friends? What about your life back here at home?”
“I can’t give you all the details,” I tell her, “But it isn’t safe for me anymore, Sophia. I’ve pissed off some people, some very connected people. If I came home, I might be in real danger.”
“Fuck that. I’ll protect you.”
I smile into the receiver. “I’m sure you could,” I tell her, “But I’d rather not risk it. I’m going to try out a whole new way of living, Sophia.”
“But...does that mean I won’t see you again?”
“It does,” I tell her, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s...it’s OK,” she says, “You should do what’s going to make you happy. And keep you safe.”
“Thanks Sophia,” I say, “If my shrink calls, will you tell her that I’m trying...a new course of action? Alternative treatment, perhaps?”
“That’s the best euphemism I’ve heard in a while,” Sophia laughs across the line. “I’m going to miss you so much, Hannah.”
“I’m going to miss you too,” I say softly, “Take care of yourself, would you?”
“You should talk,” she laughs.
“Love you Sophia,” I say.
“Love you, Hannah,” she replies, “Tell Mr. Perfect that I’ll kick his ass if he lets anything happen to you.”
“I’ll pass that along,” I smile, “Goodbye, now.”
I close the phone before the conversation can go on any longer. It’s probably enough of a risk to have called in the first place. Taking a deep breath, I haul back the phone as toss it as far as I can into the lapping waves. It splashes into the clear blue water and sinks out of sight. Our last connection to the outside world, to the lives we lived once upon a time. I feel a wonderful sense of calm as the little device disappears beneath the waves. It’s just me and Lukas now. Out here, where the rest of the world can never reach us. I turn and start back toward the hut, toward the man who holds my new life in his hands.
Lukas smiles as I approach, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. This sunny environment agrees with him. It’s been quite the adjustment, seeing him in shorts and tee shirts rather than three-piece suits, but we’re both acclimating. I place my hands on his shoulders and bring my lips to his. He tugs me against him, kissing me slowly but intensely. Who knows how many kisses we’ve shared by now—but each one still sets off a wave of lust inside of me, every single time.
“Thanks for letting me make one last call,” I tell him, pulling away, “I think I’m all set, as far as goodbyes go.”
“That’s good,” he tells me, “Now I can have you all to myself.”
“As if you didn’t already,” I laugh. “We’re out here, thousands of miles away from anyone we’ve ever met. Isn’t that enough for you?”
“For now it is,” he says, running his hand through my hair. My long bob has grown out a bit, since we’ve met. The sun must be doing me some good.
Lukas leads me back into our little bungalow, our new home for the time being. I settle down onto the well-loved couch and watch Lukas make his way into the kitchen. His khaki shorts hug his firm ass just tightly enough for me to appreciate it from afar. Though of course, I get to appreciate his body all I want now that we’ve absented ourselves from society. Since we arrived here, we’ve scarcely stopped fucking long enough to fret about our situation. After all those long weeks of suffering through the tension between us, we’ve been able to let go at long last. And damn, does that release feel nice.
Our little beach hut is removed enough from any neighbors that we have free reign to do whatever we like with each other, whenever we like. Every time that Lukas touches me, it’s like another dark moment is erased from my past. Like he’s rewriting the history of my body with each and every kiss and caress. Giving myself over to him, submitting to him, doesn’t feel like an act of resignation. It feels like a collaboration, a conversation between our bodies. In this secluded, secret place, we’re teaching each other how to enjoy being alive again.
I watch as Lukas starts to assemble what he’ll need to make us dinner later tonight. I’m perfectly happy to let him be my pseudo-house husband these days. God knows, my cooking doesn’t come anywhere close to his. He gathers his supplies with easy motions. It’s unusual to see him so free from tension. It’s hard to believe that this is the same stern, unyielding man I worked for, what feels like a lifetime ago. We’ve both gone through some pretty drastic changes, in the time we’ve known each other. But with Lukas beside me, change isn’t nearly so terrifying.
“I was thinking,” I say, laying out across the couch, “We should pick new names for ourselves.”
Lukas turns to me, his eyebrow raised. “New names?” he repeats, “Whatever for?”
“For whenever we actually deign to rejoin society,” I smile.
“What, are you itching to get back to the world of traffic and taxes?” he asks wryly.
“Not at all,” I say, “But I figured we should pick out our new identities now so that we can grow into them. You know?”
“If you like,” Lukas says, measuring out a few cups of brown rice and setting them out to soak.
“What would you like your new name to be?” I ask.
“Uh-uh,” he says, “You go first.”
“Fine,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him across the tiny living space. “I think I’d like to be...Susanna.”
“Susanna?” he says, “Kind of...bucolic.”
“You don’t get to make fun of my choices,” I tell him, feigning sternness. “I’m going to be Susanna Buchanan. From...Montana. I visited a cousin there once, it was nice. Lots of huckleberries everywhere.”
“OK, then,” Lukas says, “If that’s the case, I’m going to be...Charles. Charles Buchanan.”
Despite myself, I feel a little lightheaded. “So what does that make you,” I ask, “My brother, or something?”
Lukas rolls his eyes at me. “I figured that we could pretend to be married, instead. People will be less suspicious of us that way, don’t you think?”
“You tell me,” I say, “You’re the one who knows about this whole espionage, fake identity thing. This all still se
ems like a crazy dream to me most of the time.”
“I’ll be able to get us all the false identification we need,” Lukas says, “The Buchanans will blend right back into society. If and when we feel like returning, that is.”
“I don’t know...” I say, “I’m not sure if I’m really the marrying type, Lukas. Charles.”
“Is that so?” he says, coming towards me. “Not that I mind, of course. I like our rejection of labels, as a rule. I just didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t willing to make an honest woman out of you.”
“I don’t mind being a little dishonest,” I smile, pulling myself up onto my knees and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I lower my mouth and run my tongue along the shell of his ear. With a groan, he pulls me onto his lap. “You weren’t about to start dinner yet, were you?” I ask deviously.
“Oh, I think it can wait,” he says, bringing his lips to my throat.
I moan as he runs his tongue along my tender skin, kissing me deeply on the neck. His scruff rubs deliciously against my skin, and I pull myself ever closer to his firm, powerful body. His teeth close down on a little bite of me, and I gasp. I love it when he adds a little pain into the mix of incredible pleasure.
I shift on Lukas’s lap, straddling him there on the couch. Slowly, I begin to grind my hips against him, hiking my sundress up around my hips. The thin cotton panties I’m wearing underneath are already growing wet at the crotch as I happily anticipate what’s coming next. Lukas burrows his face into my neck, breathing in the scent of me. He tells me that, these days, I smell like the sand and sky above all else. That’s something a girl could certainly get used to. I can feel Lukas starting to swell against my gyrating body, his bodying readying itself to take me.
Leaning back, I let Lukas’s hands run all over my suntanned body. He cups my ass gratefully, filling his hands with my firm, rounded flesh. He’s always been a fan of my curves, tells me every time I’m lying naked before him just how much he loves every dip and swell of my voluptuous body. For my part, I love the fact that Lukas likes my body just the way it is. I’ll never have to change or adjust a damn thing for him. There’s such freedom in knowing that, in feeling completely and utterly comfortable with this man.
I shove my hands through my hair as Lukas pushes up the front of my dress even further. His hands slide up my midsection, over my quickly fading bruises. Though the wounds I’ve garnered will never truly fade from my memory, Lukas is teaching me that there can be pleasure and trust within a relationship. He’s showing me how much power there truly is stored up inside of me, no matter what I’ve been through. We can’t change our pasts, but we can redefine who we are in the present. And I love the person I am with Lukas in my life.
He gasps as his fingers brush against my breasts, naked under my sundress. I’m suddenly glad that I decided to go without a bra today. We picked up a few basic items of clothing in the little town nearby when we first arrived. We earned a few funny looks, dressed up in a gown and tux out here in the middle of nowhere, but hopefully we blend in quite a bit better now. Lukas fills his hands with my full breasts, running this thumbs lightly over my nipples. That tiny touch sends a jolt of sensation searing down the front of my body.
I close my eyes as Lukas kneads my breasts, pinching and flicking my nipples in turn. I rock myself against him, rubbing my slick sex against his bulging crotch. I love feeling how hard he can get just by touching me. The fact that he loves giving pleasure as much as he loves receiving it is such an incredible turn on. I’ve never been with a man who loves foreplay quite as much as Lukas does. For him, sex isn’t just about getting off as quickly as possible—it’s about coming to know each other’s bodies as intimately as possible. Every single inch.
Slowly, Lukas releases my breasts and begins to lower the straps of my dress. I shrug out of them at his urging, and let the white fabric fall away from my chest. Picking myself up from his lap, I stand before him and slide the dress down over my hips, hooking my thumbs into my panties as I go. He watches, ravenously, as my naked body is revealed to him. He’s seen me without a stitch on my body too many times to count by now, but he still looks at me like he’s catching a glimpse for the first time.
“Hannah,” he breathes, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“I know how beautiful you think I am,” I reply, kicking my clothes away. I stand before him entirely in the nude, his gaze raking long, warm strokes of sensation all over my skin.
“That’s not enough,” he says, standing in front of me. He traces little circles around my erect nipples, then runs his fingers lightly down the front of my body.
“What do you mean?” I gasp, as he draws a line from one of my hip bones to the other. “What do you mean it's not enough?”
“I want you to feel how beautiful you really are,” he tells me, sliding his hands around to my ass, “I want you to be able to see yourself through my eyes. Then you’d know without a doubt how fucking stunning you are.”
“I guess you’ll just have to keep showing me then, won’t you?” I sigh, collapsing into him as he runs a hand down over my tight anus, glancing against that forbidden opening.
“I guess I will,” he says, and grabs hold of my hips. He swings me around onto the couch, and I fall back against it with a little gasp. Lukas kneels before me, pulling my ass to the edge of the couch. I plant my feet firmly on his shoulders as he lowers his face to that warm, wet place between my legs. He looks up into my eyes as he brings his divine mouth to my pussy, laying his lips against my throbbing sex.
My back arches against the couch as he runs his tongue along my slit. Every inch of my pussy trembles at his touch, quivering with impending release. He’s already learned my body so well, his attentions are perfect. He memorizes the way every tiny touch effects me, remembers where I like to be licked, and suckled, and caressed. He’s the most patient, compassionate lover I’ve ever had—not to mention the sexiest in his own right.
“Lukas, that’s it...” I cry, as he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit.
“Oh, I know...” he replies smugly, kneading the hard little button. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as the sweet pressure builds up inside me. How the hell can he get me off just with the tip of his tongue?
Just as I think that the sensation can’t get any more intense, he rounds his lips around that quivering bundle of nerves and gives a mighty suck. I scream out my bliss as I come tremendously for him, bucking my hips against his incredible mouth. He plucks me off the couch as my pleasure peaks and erupts, and I feel myself being flipped over in the air. I catch myself with my hands, and realize that Lukas has bent me over the arm of the couch. This is a new one, even for us.
I lift myself up onto my toes so that I can take Lukas inside of my from behind. Steadying myself against the couch, I raise my ass up into the air. Lukas groans appreciatively, running his hands all along my firm flesh. He’s many things, my Lukas—and an ass man is certainly one of them. I listen delightedly as he hurriedly rips open his belt and pushes his shorts down over his long, hard erection. He rips the shirt up over his head, preferring to be naked with me when we fuck. I prefer it that way too—the better to take in that amazing body of his.
Gasping, I lean back against him as I feel the tip of his cock resting against me. I’m already soaking wet for him, and his head slides against the slickness of my slit. He rubs against the spent nub of my clit from behind, sending aftershocks of sensation all through my body.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I groan, looking over my shoulder.
“It would be a hell of a way to go, wouldn’t it?” he grins, his chest rippling.
I moan with abandon as I feel the tip of him slide into me. He never gets deeper than when he fucks me from behind. Taking my breasts in his hands once again, Lukas plunges deep inside of me, dragging a loud, gasping scream from my throat. His grasp tightens around my breasts as he presses into me, moving slowly and deliberately at first. He loves to
let me feel every inch of him as it pulses inside of me, and God how I love feeling it.
“Sometimes I’m amazed I can even take you all at once,” I gasp, as I feel his cock part my silky flesh. I hear Lukas groan behind me. He loves it when I talk like that during sex. I’ve never felt comfortable enough with any other lover to be honest about what I think and want from a good fuck. But with Lukas, anything goes.
He draws back, until he’s almost slipped completely out of me once more, then drives back inside—pinching my nipples hard as he thrusts. I throw back my head, gasping for air as he pummels into me, fast and hard. The pain of his pinching and deep, satisfying strokes are making my head spin, the two opposing sensations driving me crazy.
“Hannah...” Lukas moans, grabbing onto my hips to steady himself. “I’m so close...”
“Come for me,” I tell him, “Come for me Lukas, I want you to.”
That’s all he needs to hear. I grin delightedly as I feel him pulse within me, sending a surge of thick cum deep into my eager body. I buck back against him, wanting to catch every drop of him as he comes thunderously within me. I’m filled to the brim with Lukas Roth, and nothing has ever felt so damn good. When I’m with him, I finally feel like I’ve come home.
He slumps against me, spent. I look back and see his firm chest heaving with every breath. I spin around and sprawl out on the couch, beckoning for him to join me. He crawls over the arm of the sofa and lays out on top of me, covering me with his powerful, lean body.
We lie in perfect stillness, listening to the waves crashing on the beach. The rest of the world might as well be light-years away, for all we care of it. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face into his neck, closing my eyes.
“It won’t always be like this, will it?” I ask.
“No,” he says, drawing back to look down into my eyes. “No, Hannah. Things are bound to catch up with us, someday. This is a moment of calm amid the chaos.”
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