“Mmm.” He moaned. “I like it waxed. It’s so soft, moist, like a sweet, juicy peach.” Jaimee yelped at the long firm stroke of his tongue over her bare flesh. “Sweet.”
Jaimee couldn’t form words, and she couldn’t help moving against his exploring fingers and mouth. He stoked those flames as he stroked the slippery inner flesh. A hiss escaped between her clenched teeth as his finger slipped inside her, moved in and out so achingly slowly, building the sensation until she thought she might cry from the need. She went still as he parted her cheeks and drizzled the warm oil all over the crevice of her backside, smoothing it over and around in hot firm circles.
His fingers found her tight entrance and pressed firmer. Jaimee bit her lip and tried not to move away. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It burned and pulsed, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. She could feel her channel flooding with arousal. “Lucas,” she whimpered.
He lay on his side, taking her with him. “Easy, baby. If you say stop, I’ll stop,” he breathed.
Jaimee just nodded as Lucas pulled her close to him. His cock was so thick, so hard as it eased between her closed thighs, stroking over her impossibly slick pussy. Jaimee moaned and pushed back against him; it was all she could do. She was scared but excited. She wanted to stop but knew if she did, she’d regret it. No, she was going to follow through. She wanted to feel, to experience every sensation Lucas could give her. He wanted to give her that. For so long she’d denied herself the right to pleasure, now she would indulge in all the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh. Pleasures she’d come to believe God created her body to experience and that the man she loved with her entire being could give her.
Lucas spread kisses over her shoulder, her neck as his fingers massaged her opening relentlessly. “I love you, Jaimee.” His voice was like a living thing rasping over her skin.
“I love you, Lucas.” She moaned softly as the head of his cock pressed against the opening.
“Easy, bear down a little.” He gripped her hips as he eased inside.
The burning sensation increased and she cried out, tried to relax around him. Her head lay on the arm he had curled around her, caressing her breast, her stomach. Just as her ass relaxed he eased in a little more. She was on sensory overload, panting, wanting him to take it out, wanting him to give her more. “Oh God.” She clenched, pushing back, bearing down like he said.
Lucas hissed as he moved out a fraction and then sank in deeper. The mixture of pain and pleasure was unbearable. When he was finally seated fully inside her the fullness made her want to scream. Her body seemed to pulse with the need to climax.
“Relax now, baby.” He took the hand she had the pillow fisted in and gently unclenched it, splaying it on her stomach. “Touch yourself, Jaimee.” His voice was raspy as he covered her hand with his own and moved it down to her pussy. She cupped her pussy and moaned at the sharpness of the pleasure.
“I can’t stand it.” She struggled to breathe through the savage sensations pounding outward.
“Yes you can,” he panted, moving her fingers over the heated soaked folds of her flesh, pushing her fingers inside as he began to move inside her. Panting she inserted two of her fingers inside her snug sheath and moved opposite of Lucas’s smooth strokes inside her ass. She couldn’t help bucking against him. There was only the violently intense pleasure of her building orgasm making her feel crazed and overheated.
“Lucas.” She screamed, hovering on a threshold of ecstasy she wasn’t sure she could endure.
“Let go, Jaimee. Just let it have you.” His breathless words whispered over her with each even and steady thrust. His teeth clamping on the tender flesh behind her ear somehow sent her over the edge and she screamed through her release, crying for mercy, for more. She rode wave after wave of pleasure so intense she never thought it would end. Lucas was right there, holding on. His primal groans vibrating through her as his own orgasm claimed him.
Minutes…maybe hours later, she wasn’t sure, they lay there panting, a mass of sweaty limbs. Lucas pulled from her and turned her in his arms. His kisses were slow and gentle.
“I think I might need a shower,” Jaimee murmured without opening her eyes.
“Bath. Quick bath but you should take a bath. You hungry?”
Jaimee shook her head.
“Me neither.”
Jaimee cuddled closer to Lucas. “Okay gonna go take a shower now.”
“Mmhmm. Bath. I’ll run your water.”
In no hurry, Jaimee sighed, nuzzling his neck. “M’kay.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
It was three in the morning when they woke up. After they took that bath at Lucas’s insistence, Jaimee pulled on a warm pair of sleep pants and matching tee and followed Lucas downstairs to find food. He’d pulled on his jeans and left them unbuttoned. It seemed the man had no unsexy moments. And he was hers. It boggled her mind.
“You know I might get used to the whole being bathed thing.” Jaimee flipped the eggs.
“And you expect me to what? Complain?” he teased as he dropped the bread into the toaster.
“You know, I’ve been bigger than I am now. I hope I never get that big again but I can’t guarantee that I won’t gain weight. What if—”
Lucas grinned, waggled his brows and smacked her ass as he walked past her. “I’d hit it.”
Jaimee snorted but it did worry her. Working out at the gym was something she would never want to give up. She had no idea what pregnancy would do to her body or what would happen in the future.
When they sat at the table with their egg sandwiches and glasses of milk, Jaimee stared down at her plate and sighed.
“James, listen to me. I will always want you. I love you, all that you are, no matter what size you are. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Do you understand?”
“I’m trying to.”
Lucas nodded. “I know I haven’t given you reason to, but you’ll see eventually that you can trust me.”
“I do trust you. Even though I really don’t know anything about you.”
“You know more than you think.” He took a bite of his sandwich.
Jaimee shrugged. “I don’t know if you have family. Have you ever been married? Do you have kids? Do you want kids? What will your job be with FBI now?” She lifted her gaze to his and narrowed her eyes, but softened the expression with a crooked smile. “Because you are no longer allowed to ‘fuck ’em and fry ’em’.”
Lucas cringed and he took a drink of his milk. Jaimee watched his throat work and found it arousing. He wiped his mouth, then met her gaze again.
“I have three brothers, one older, two younger. My older brother is married and they just had a baby girl, who I have yet to meet.” He sighed and shook his head before continuing. “We have an obnoxious teenybopper sister. She makes us all nuts, but we’re crazy about her. My parents are great; loving, supportive…everyone is going to adore you. I have never been married. I do not have any kids. My job with the FBI will change to something a bit more grounded.” He paused then raised his gaze to hers. “I’ve never had with anyone what I have with you. Sex never meant anything to me before. It means something with you. From the very first time I touched you, and each time since, it has meant something. It was never a means to an end with you. I love you, only you. I’ve never loved anyone but you and I want no one else. I will never be unfaithful to you, Jaimee.”
Jaimee’s smile came straight from her heart. “I know.” And she did. He had a big family and he didn’t already have kids but he didn’t mention whether he wanted kids or not. What if he didn’t want any? What if that was one of the positives, her supposed inability to conceive? What if he was unhappy when he found out? “Wow. You have a big family.” She stood and gathered the empty plates, biting her lip as she turned to take them to the kitchen.
Lucas put his arms around her middle as she stood at the sink and it struck her how old-fashioned and romantic the gesture was. Through the
years that simple affectionate act had melted many a woman’s heart. She was no different. “What is it, James?”
“Huh?” She turned in his arms and kissed his mouth. She loved his mouth.
He frowned down at her. “Don’t give me ‘huh’. What’s bugging you? Spill it.”
Damn “expressive eyes”. She just came out and asked. “Do you want kids?”
Lucas studied her face for a moment. “I want you, Jaimee. Whatever that means. I know you want children.” He touched the bruise on her cheek, his brows furrowing. “We can look into fertility treatments if you like. Or we can adopt. Or we can just be you and me. I want you to be happy. Whatever it takes.”
“I want a baby,” she said bluntly. Staring up at him. Waiting.
His mouth curved into a warm smile. “Then we’ll look into it first thing tomorrow morning. Let’s go back upstairs. I want to keep you in bed today.”
Jaimee shook her head. “I’m fine, Lucas. Just a few bruises…”
“You misunderstand,” Lucas said, lifting a brow. “I wasn’t being all noble, sweetness. I want to hold you all day, touch you, make love to you. Assure myself you’re real and you’re mine.”
“Oh, okay I’m all for that.” He took her hand as he headed for the stairs. “Wait.” She tugged on his hand. He turned and tilted his head, watching her. “Lucas, I have to tell you something.”
“Okay. Listening.”
She took a deep breath. “Brent lied to me. I mean, he tricked me. He paid the doctor to lie.” She chewed on her bottom lip as she searched for the right words.
“Jaimee, there’s nothing you can say that will change how I feel. Just say it.”
“I’m pregnant.”
He didn’t move. Just stood there like he was frozen. Jaimee looked up at him, still nibbling on her bottom lip. Waiting for some kind of response. Finally he blinked.
“You’re pregnant?” He blinked again.
Jaimee nodded, a frown lining her forehead as Lucas’s face swam before her through the unshed tears.
“I was wrong,” he said, stunned.
“Lucas?” She whispered his name like a plea as her heart stuttered.
“I was wrong.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like his life depended on it. “Life just gets better and better.”
“So you’re okay with—” she began breathlessly, tears of relief, of elation welling in her eyes.
“Okay?” Lucas chuckled. “I’m so much better than okay.” Sweeping her into his arms, he kissed her again. “I intend to take you to bed and keep you there until there’s no doubt in your mind just how much better than ‘okay’ I am.”
***
Lucas growled and bit her shoulder as she pulled away and answered the phone against his demand that she “let it ring”. All the pampering was spoiling her. True to his word Lucas had kept her in bed, for the most part for two days. She scowled at him with all the teacherly rebuke she could muster. From the way his mouth curved into a lascivious grin she knew she’d, once again, failed in her attempt.
“Hello.” She answered the phone as she smiled and shook her head at him. His wicked grin widening, he turned his attention to her thigh.
“Hello, Ms. Turner. I wouldn’t bother you but it’s quite important. May I speak to Agent Grayson, please?” The slight accent of Malaki’s voice was unmistakable, so was the solemnity.
“Sure, hold on just a minute.” She covered the mouthpiece as his fingers slid higher up her inner thigh. “Lucas. It’s Malaki.”
Lucas lifted his head, his brows knitting together as he took the phone.
“What’s up?”
Jaimee watched Lucas’s face as he listened to Malaki. His expression darkened as his thumb continued to brush against the whisker-reddened flesh of her inner thigh. She reached out to touch his rough unshaven cheek. She liked the stubble and also wore the red whisker burns on her breasts and stomach to prove it. Even after three days of uninhibited hedonistic sex he could arouse her. It was amazing. His brows pulled low over his intense, heated gaze.
“And Zachary?” His voice was hard.
Jaimee sat up straighter and waited impatiently for Lucas to finish his conversation. She nibbled at her lip and watched him closely.
“Thank you, for everything. What? Yes,” Lucas chuckled. “We’ll think about it. Thanks again, man. Bye.” Lucas shook his head as he raised up and reached across Jaimee to hang up the phone, forcing her to lay back.
“I’m safe, right?” Jaimee’s brows furrowed as she looked up into Lucas’s dark eyes and considered the possibility that the danger wasn’t completely eliminated. Mr. Zachary, along with many of his associates, was supposed to be safely behind bars. Ronald was supposed to have given his statement and was off to some far away place where he would be out of the way and safe from Mr. Zachary’s vengeance. She was no longer a pawn for anyone at this point. There was nothing to be worried about. Right?
Lucas watched her for several moments, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’re safe.” His mouth covered hers in a kiss that nearly made her forget what she was worried about, but not entirely.
She pushed at his chest. “Lucas.”
He smiled and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “It seems old Ron didn’t like the arrangements we worked out for him and tried to make a break for it. The Pope took him out early this morning around three a.m.”
Jaimee frowned down at him as he searched her face, his hand trailing up and down her back, causing warm shivers to dance over her body. “Ronald is dead.”
“Very. The Pope don’t play.” His voice was husky as he cupped her ass and squeezed. “He asked me if I knew we were having a baby.”
Jaimee’s eyes widened, then it occurred to her. “Maybe Maxine told him.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if nobody told him. The man just knows things. It’s spooky,” he murmured against her throat as he pulled her thigh upward, his cock sliding inside her ready sheath.
“But everything’s okay? We’re safe?” She was breathless, again.
“We’re safe.” His words whispered against her mouth.
Any worry over Malaki’s call was dispatched as Lucas skillfully took command of her mind and body.
Epilogue
Crystal Lake, Illinois
The welcome Jaimee received when they arrived at the Grayson family home left her overwhelmed and speechless. There had only been his parents and siblings at the whirlwind wedding the week before. Here there were aunts and uncles, cousins, babies, teenagers, brothers and sisters…it was amazing and devastatingly wonderful. Jaimee never had this. Her mother and her siblings had been estranged so she’d never gotten to know them. The few family events she’d been to were cold and unpleasant.
The Graysons’ home was grand in size and yet not extravagant in the least. It was open and spacious but warm. Understatedly beautiful and elegant, it felt like…home. The atmosphere was filled with a love that was tangible.
Jaimee stood just inside the doorway that led from the welcoming entranceway and hall into the great room, watching the family watch the video of the wedding. Jaimee had wanted the wedding for Lucas. She and Brent had a very formal wedding with all the expected by-the-book etiquette. She didn’t need all that. Nor did she want it. But even though Lucas made it clear that all he wasn’t into the pomp and circumstance of it all, she wanted the ceremony to be beautiful, for him.
Thankfully his mom, Rachel and his sister, Annmarie, had come to the rescue. They’d proven invaluable and handled the whole affair. The wedding had been breathtakingly lovely. The two weeks they had to throw the wedding together flew by but the two ladies rose to the occasion with efficient grace. Annmarie had definite leadership qualities. The way she directed the florist and caterer was simply amazing for a girl of fifteen years old. Rachel had been so welcoming, accepting, genuinely happy to have Jaimee join the family.
Surprisingly, her mother had attended the wedding. She’d been gracious and conceded
that she had misjudged Lucas. That was the closest she’d come to an apology and that was good enough for Jaimee. Maxine was, of course, her maid of honor. Lora and Lucas’s sister were bridesmaids. Maxine picked out the midnight blue gowns and made certain they were all fabulous in their own right.
Her eyes misted, her heart overwhelmed as she watched herself turn to Lucas. Rachel had found the most perfect dress for her. Blue satin flowed over her like it was made for her. The palest icy blue she’d ever seen. And there had been crystals sewed into the fitted bodice. Despite Jaimee’s insistence that she just rent a dress, Rachel and Jaimee’s mother had gone in together to buy it. Rachel was adamant that Jaimee marry her son in a new dress and refused to divulge the price, but Jaimee wasn’t so much out of the fashion loop that she didn’t know it was expensive.
Dressed in his black tux Lucas looked powerful, sexy and formidable. But it was his expression that captivated Jaimee. He looked at her with such intensity and love. No one but Lucas had ever looked at her that way. And he was hers. All hers. Forever. The magnitude of her love for him was staggering at times. There was no doubt in her heart or mind that he loved her. That in itself was incredible to her.
For the second time her heart skipped a beat when he said in that deep, husky voice, “I do.” It probably would any and every time she watched this video. It was like a dream she never knew she had. Lucas had given her love in all its many aspects.
The room watched in awe as they exchanged rings. His brothers occasionally made teasing comments. Annmarie attempted to shush them and rolled her eyes at them in between her own commentary. “Oh! Watch this! This is the most romantic kiss ever!”
And it was.
“Hey, you,” Lucas said as he came into the room behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle. She jumped and shivered as he nuzzled her neck with his cold nose. “Mmm, you’re warm.”
Jaimee laughed softly. “You’re freezing!”
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