Avery thrusts her finger deep inside me as she gives my cock a hard suck. I’m utterly unprepared for the explosion that follows. Semen erupts from my body violently, flooding Avery’s mouth. Spurt after spurt she swallows, milking me of every drop.
When my soul rejoins my body, Avery removes her mouth from my cock and her finger from my ass.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
“Did you like it?” she asks, but her confident smile tells me she already knows the answer.
“Let me show you how much I like it.”
Eating Avery’s sweet pussy is a succulent appetizer but sinking balls deep into her warm wet cunt is the main course. A feast meant to be savored. I take my time enjoying every gasp and moan. Feeling the sensation of her greedy little cunt tightening around my cock. Treasuring the dirty words she whispers and devouring the taste of her mouth. When we reach our peak, we fall over the edge together.
Chapter 5
Avery
The week passes without incident. No anonymous text, no phone calls from angry ex-in-laws, and no sleepwalking. I’m afraid to say it out loud, but life may be getting back to normal for Lucian and me. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I have a sister and a brother. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins I never knew about. And best of all, I’m madly and irrevocably in love with Lucian.
Tonight, is girls’ night out. I want the women who have become important to me to meet my sister. We have a night of dining and dancing planned. It’s something I’ve looked forward to all week. Lucian worries about security and insists that William accompanies us, even though Reagan will be with me. “It’s her night off,” Lucian counters when I argue that girls’ night means girls only. We finally come to a compromise, when Lucian agrees that William will stay at a close but discreet distance.
Dinner is amazing; however, it’s my surprise announcement that has everyone hungry for details. Katelyn and Olivia express genuine happiness for me, but Raina’s reaction is priceless. Wedging herself between Reagan and me, she hugs us tightly and says, ‘We have a sister.’
Over dinner Reagan and I share how we discovered we are sisters. When Reagan tells the group, she has a twin brother, the bonding is immediate. They all have a brother, and now, so do I. They accept her as I hope they would. The five of us pile into the back of the limo, making our way to the nightclub after dinner.
“This is one of Julian’s clubs,” Olivia says, after the waitress leaves with our drink order.
I can’t hold back the smile that curls my lips. Lucian would have known that this is his cousin’s club when he recommended it for security reasons. Taking a look around, I see the owner in every aspect. Not that I know Julian Frost well, but what I do know stands out. Frostbite is sleek and elegant like Julian. The décor is a mix of polished steel and frosted glass, with icy blue lighting that reminds me of the glazier blue eyes he has in common with his sister.
It’s a winter wonderland, in the middle of summer. The fact that it’s not overdone makes it one of the hottest clubs in the city. No pun intended. The line was wrapped around the block when we arrived. The music moves through me, and my feet tap to the beat. The waitress returns with our drinks, a shot of tequila for each of us.
“I love this song,” Katelyn says, swaying her hips to the music and catching the eyes of several men at the bar. Tossing back her shot of Patron, she shouts over the music. “We came here to dance, ladies!”
“Hell, yes!” Olivia follows, shuddering as the tequila slides down her throat.
Reagan, Raina, and I toast each other, celebrating our sisterhood. “Sisters,” we say before downing our shots. I grab a lime wedge, shoving it in my mouth and discarding it moments later.
Katelyn leads the way, and we hit the dance floor in solidarity. Into the second song, our group begins to dwindle one by one, as we are claimed by one writhing male body after the other.
The music’s pulsating beat allows me to get lost in the moment. I imagine myself dancing with Lucian. Dancing for Lucian. Swaying to the rhythm, I lift my hands in the air, giving myself permission to let go.
“You’re the sexiest woman on the dance floor,” a husky voice yells near my ear.
I turn to face a bald black man towering over me. His handsome face smiles, and I nod, acknowledging his compliment.
We both know it’s a lie. There’s no way he has seen every woman on this massively crowded dance floor. But it didn’t matter. He’s a decent dancer, and he hasn’t tried to pull me into his arms.
I’m completely absorbed in the music, when I feel strong hands grip my hips, pulling me away from my dance partner. A quick look over my shoulder brings me eye to eye with Julian Frost.
“Does my cousin know you’re out dancing like a single woman?” he accuses, once we’re seated at the bar.
I don’t know whether I should be offended that he thinks I would cheat on Lucian or pleased that he has his cousin’s best interests at heart. Julian’s icy stares doesn’t waver as he waits for my reply. Before I can answer we are joined by Olivia and Raina.
“I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” Olivia says, greeting her brother with a quick hug. “Are you checking up on me?”
“Do I need to?” Julian counters.
“Of course not.”
“We’re having a girls’ night out,” Raina interjects.
Julian observes the three of us before drawing a conclusion. “Girls’ night, huh?”
“Yes. Katelyn and Reagan are here as well.” Olivia points them out as they approach.
Katelyn greets her cousin, before introducing him to Reagan. We all exchange small talk before Julian excuses himself.
“Forgive me for intruding on your night out.” Julian gives Olivia and Katelyn a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight ladies,” he says, meeting my gaze. His eyes are apologetic, but the words are silent. “Say hello to Lucian for me,” he says instead.
We watch him walk away, swallowed by the crowd. We make out way back to our table just as the waitress arrives with a tray, carrying a bottle of champagne and five flutes.
“Compliments of the owner,” she says, filling each glass.
No doubt this is Julian’s way of apologizing.
Olivia lifts her champagne glass. “To my overprotective but generous brother.”
“To Julian,” I say, before taking a sip. The bubbles tickle my nose, and I take another drink.
“I need the loo,” Reagan announces. Scanning the room, I follow her line of sight to William, sitting discreetly at a table in the corner. I had almost forgotten about his presence here tonight.
Reagan makes her way to the ladies’ room, and Katelyn, Raina, and Olivia head back to the dance floor. Sitting alone at our table, I retrieve my iPhone from my purse and send a text to Lucian, ‘wish you were here’ without expecting him to respond. But I should have known better. He responds immediately.
I wish you were here.
I smile and text him again.
The music reminds me of the night we danced together in Vegas.
He replies immediately.
Does that mean you’re having a good time?
I am, but I miss dancing with you.
My body shudders, remembering all the times Lucian has held me as we danced. How he has made a habit of serenading me on the dance floor. How his deeply sensual voice soaks my damn panties every time.
A beep alerting me of a new text, refocuses my attention.
What do you miss most?
I miss the way you hold me tight. I miss how your voice in my ear makes me so wet for you.
Are your panties wet for me now?
I’m dripping wet, but I’m not wearing any panties.
I want him to imagine my wet pussy soaked for him.
Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Does my bad girl want a spanking?
Yes Sir.
I want to feel the sting of his palm heating my ass. I want to float away on a cloud of pleasurable pain. Moaning loud
ly, I look around, even though the music covers the sound.
Come home, Rose Petal.
I can’t help thinking of him at home, waiting for me. The thought makes me eager for girls’ night to be over.
I’m here for another couple of hours – the girls are having too much fun letting off steam.
We can let off some steam together, with my cock buried deep inside you until we both combust.
I want that more than anything. Will you wait up for me?
See you soon.
Just as I’m putting my phone away, Katelyn returns to the table.
“Are you tired already or just missing my brother?” she asks, nearly breathless from dancing
“What...?” She cuts me off, pointing to my purse.
“You’ve had a big smile on your face for the past ten minutes,” she observes. “I’ve only ever seen you smile like that for Lucian.”
“He has that effect on me,” I acknowledge.
“Wish I had that... someone who makes me feel special. Someone I’m eager to get home to.” Katelyn’s confession catches me off guard. She has never been so candid with me. In the spirit of her openness I ask a question of my own.
“Are you in love with Marcus?”
Her eyes become sad and she sighs. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only to the people who care about you both.”
“I’ve loved him since I was thirteen years old,” Katelyn confesses. And I thought he loved me too. Everything changed after his parents were killed. We simply grew apart. Even now he insists there’s nothing between us. Insists we’re just friends.”
“I see the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. It’s more than friendship.”
“I agree,” she says, “but I can’t get him to move past it to something more.”
Opening my mouth to speak, the words freeze in my throat. A deathly chill creeps up my spine and it feels as if someone has walked over my grave. I scan the crowded club searching frantically for the source of the foreboding darkness that has plagued me more frequently in the past few weeks.
“Are you okay?” Katelyn asks.
I’m too distracted to ease the concern I hear in her voice. I stand defensively, and the nails of my tightly clenched fists bite into my palms. From my peripheral vision, I see William approaching. Something in the way he’s moving tells me I have reason to be alarmed. Moments later, Reagan joins William at my side.
“What’s going on?” Reagan questions William.
“Are you alright, Miss West?” William asks, instead of answering Reagan’s question. “Did the man sitting at the bar say anything to you?”
Reluctantly, I turn away from the crowd to face William. “What man at the bar?”
“The man who walked past your table as you were chatting with Miss Thorne.”
“I didn’t notice anyone,” Katelyn interjects.
“No one has approached me since I left the dance floor.”
William nods, but appears to be holding something back. Something he does not want to say in front of the others. When Raina and Olivia join us, I decide to let him off the hook for now.
“I think we should call it a night, ladies. I’m feeling a bit tired.” It’s a lie I can live with.
“Sounds good to me,” Olivia agrees.
We grab our purses and head for the exit. Raina and Reagan flank me, and William follows closely behind us. Stepping out of the club is an adjustment to my senses. My ears are still ringing from the pounding beat of the music, so I don’t immediately hear Lucian call my name. My skin, however, tingles with awareness. And it takes my eyes mere seconds to meet his gaze. Leaning against his limo, he is dressed casually in jeans and a black t-shirt. His body exudes the kind of power and sex appeal only found in the movies. Of their own volition my feet point in his direction, unable to resist the pull that draws us together.
“Goodnight, Avery.” I hear the ladies giggling as I walk away.
Lucian opens the door of the limo for me and I climb in, sliding across the seat. He follows me and the instant the door closes we’re pulling away from the curb. Without saying a word Lucian takes me by the ankles and pulls me down onto my back. His body covers mine and his mouth descends, devouring my gasps and moans. His hand creeps up the thigh, and I know he’s seeking confirmation that I’m panty-less. When my thong is torn from my body, I shudder beneath him in anticipation. Circling my clit, his fingers plunge deep into my wet center. I groan, writhing helpless against his hand. My orgasm rolls through me like a tidal wave, overwhelming my emotions. I barely register Lucian pulling away from me to free his cock. Groaning, he enters me in one quick thrust, his cock delving deep into my core reaching its treasured spot. Pounding into me over and over, Lucian chases his release. He’s rough with me, and his need is desperately sexy. I tremble violently, clenching tightly around his rigid cock.
“Come for me, Rose Petal” are the first words I’ve heard him speak tonight, but they are enough to push me over the edge.
Lucian growls my name, spurting hard, filling me with his seed. Again and again the warmth of his semen floods my insides.
The weight of his body anchors me, keeping me tethered to him. His lips find mine and I cling to him, wrapping my arms and legs around his body. Always wanting more.
Chapter 6
Lucian
From the moment I enter my office at Thorne Tower Monday morning, I’ve put out one fire after another. Everything from accounting to the new communications satellite having a problem that required my attention. My day was so busy the time just seemed to fly by. The one good thing about a day like today or any day is going home to Avery. Knowing she will be there to greet me quickens my steps as I exit the lobby.
Leaving the work day behind, I exhale deeply when the warmth of the evening sun hits my skin.
When Franklin sees me approaching, he excuses himself from the conversation he’s having with several Thorne Security officers.
Franklin is a few steps ahead of me and reaches the limo just as a thunderously loud explosion deafens me and races my heart. The blast knocks me off my feet, causing my head to bounce against a hard surface. I can see a member of Thorne Security rushing to my side. I try to focus on his words, but the sound doesn’t register.
“Is Franklin okay?” My question goes unanswered and I wonder why he’s ignoring me. My head is throbbing, and I close my eyes briefly to shut out the pain. But when I try to open them again there’s only darkness. The darkness paralyzes me, steeling my movement and vison. The voices calling out my name give me hope. The blaring sounds of fire trucks far off in the distance, but getting closer, also give me hope.
“Mr. Thorne, can you hear me?” I respond, but the darkness thriving on my pain keeps me silent.
“Is he going to be okay?” a voice I recognize asks.
“He’s unconscious, but his vitals are stable. We’ll know more once we get him to the hospital.”
“What about Franklin, his driver?”
Yes, what about Franklin? Is he okay?
“Mr. Franklin was closer to the point of impact; his injuries are more severe. We’ve done all we can to stabilize him.”
“I’m Mr. Thorne’s attorney, and I’ll be riding to the hospital with him.” The voice belongs to Jake, my best friend. He always has my back.
The agonizing pain returns, pounding my skull. The darkness surrounds me pulling deeper into nothingness.
When I’m finally able to open my eyes, my feet are racing toward the burning car. The car accident is bad and there’s smoke everywhere. My only thought is to save him. To make sure he’s okay. I practically rip the back-passenger door from the car to get to him. Pulling him from the wreckage, I carry him away from danger.
He’s going to be okay, please let him be okay, I chant over and over. Begging the universe and any divine power that will listen to me.
I stop to take a breath and the smoke has cleared. No more burning or exploding cars, just
clean fresh air.
“What would you like to see next” I ask the tiny figure perched on my shoulders.
“T-rex, I want to see T-rex.” My son has developed an endless fascination with dinosaurs. The Tyrannosaurus Rex is his favorite.
We explore The American Museum of Natural History, making our way to the dinosaur exhibit. My son shares his vast knowledge of dinosaurs with me. And his excitement grows the closer we get to the king of the dinosaurs.
I’m distracted by a blinding light and the voices in my head have returned.
“His pupils are equal and reactive to light. There’s no sign that the fall has affected the brain.”
“So why hasn’t he awakened yet.” Jake’s voice reaches me in the darkness.
“Mr. Thorne has had a significant injury to the head. This is his body’s way of giving his brain a rest, allowing it to heal. He’ll wake when he’s ready. He just needs time.”
“What about Mr. Franklin?” I hear the concern in Jake’s voce. “What’s the extent of his injuries?”
“Mr. Franklin has severe internal injuries. My colleague, Dr. Wiseman, is prepping him for surgery now. We’ll know more once the procedure is done.”
“Thank you, Dr. Howard. Now if you’ll excuse me, have a few calls to make.”
“I’ll let you know when Mr. Thorne is settled in his room.”
The voices are gone, and pain is all that remains. I try commanding my body to cooperate. My limbs are paralyzed, and my eyes and mouth are sightless and mute. Trapped in a void between consciousness and nothingness, I retreat, following the sound of laughter.
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