Lucy took a deep breath and sighed as she watched the storm move across the property. The wind suddenly changed and she gasped as the cold rain blew in against her, soaking the front of her robe. Her nipples pebbled instantly as she moved away from the railing. She caught a whiff of a cigar just before she backed into a hard male body. Startled, she turned and felt strong arms come around her. Lightning flashed and she looked up into Dean’s shadowed face.
“Dean, good lord, you scared me.” She gasped.
“You should have stayed in your room Lucy, now it’s too late.” He voice sounded ominous as he trailed one finger down the opening of her robe and rubbed his thumb across one puckered nipple. Her gasp was quickly smothered when he took her mouth in a searing kiss. He picked her up and strode with purpose to his room.
He peeled off her wet robe and he smiled when she shuddered in his arms. He leaned back and she stood trembling and breathless before him in her damp panties and top. He slowly removed them too, trailing kisses on the smooth skin he uncovered. How could he think that he could stay away from her? He enjoyed the moans she released. He suddenly dropped to his knees and lifted one shapely leg over his shoulder. Greedily he licked at her damp mound, nipping her quivering flesh below like a juicy peach. He thrust a few fingers inside her and she dug her fingers into his hair as she bucked against him. She held him to her as she cried out, straining as she came, just for him.
He stood and swiped his arm across his lips, amazed at how wet she was for him. He caught her shoulders as she swayed in front of him, her gaze dazed and soft. He pushed her onto the bed and fell over her, tearing at his t-shirt and boxers, ripping the shirt in his haste to be inside her. He had one thought now. He needed to have her before he exploded. He pushed her legs apart and thrust into her in one mighty shove. He stilled when she cried out, suddenly realizing how rough he was. He shook with the effort to hold still, man she drove him crazy, he needed to get some control.
“I’m sorry Lucy. Did I hurt you baby?” He spoke roughly into her ear. He smiled in relief when he felt the shudder run through her when she wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped her legs around his waist.
“I’m…okay.” she whispered. He obviously wanted her so badly; it was a complete turn on for her. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the rough ride she was sure to get.
They came together as violently as the storm that continued outside. Neither noticed the thunder that vibrated the house as it passed right over them. They were completely locked into one another. Gasping as they both strained for a goal, one of complete and utter pleasure.
Dean shifted slightly and Lucy felt the head of his penis hit a sweet spot inside her. She could feel another orgasm building, threatening to blow her head off.
“Oh… Dean…oh my…please…don’t stop.” She cried out as she dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her body toward him.
Dean bottomed out inside her again and again; he could feel his orgasm building. It raced up his legs and centered at the base of his spine. He could feel his balls tightening as he dug his toes into the mattress. He felt her body clamp down on his cock and he came with bone melting sensation, collapsing on top of her.
They lay together for a few minutes, the storm had passed over them and the room finally quieted, their harsh breathing the only noise.
“Lucy, what am I going to do with you?” Dean said into her neck.
Lucy had no idea how to answer that. She felt her heart skip a beat at the thought of leaving him. They were from completely different worlds. Just because they were compatible sexually didn’t mean they could have a real relationship. He was rich and used to being in control, where she had worked hard to become independent since her divorce. She never thought she would ever depend on a man again for anything. She blushed as she felt Dean pull out of her slick body. She felt him collapse on his back beside her, still breathing heavily, his hand resting possessively on her hip. She laid an arm across her eyes, willing her body and mind to calm down. She worried her lip as she thought about what he had said.
They didn’t speak; they just laid in the darkness. It was a little while later that Lucy realized that Dean was sleeping.
She knew she didn’t want to wake up in his bed. Somehow it was different for him to wake up in hers. Quietly she got up and moved his hand off her belly. She pulled her damp robe over her chilled body, scrambling in the dark somehow finding her top, but unable to find her panties. Giving up with a small sigh she went out the door he had left open to the balcony, escaping back to her own room.
She felt a prickle on her neck and looked around the long expanse of the balcony. Nicole stood at the far end of the porch. Lucy looked at her, feeling guilty that she had been caught leaving Dean. She glanced back as she opened her door and noticed she was already gone. There was no way she could explain what she was doing. Everyone knew that she was only here temporarily, but she couldn’t convince herself that she was doing something wrong. She had a bad feeling that she would leave here with a broken heart.
Dean woke up the next morning and reached over to pull Lucy closer to him. He was surprised when he found her gone. He wasn’t finished with her yet. Where the hell did she go? He got up and threw his boxers on; ignoring the ripped t-shirt he had worn last night. The sun was just starting to make its presence known when he slipped out onto the balcony and walked down to her door. He pushed it open quietly so he wouldn’t wake her. He approached the bed carefully in the heavily shadowed room. The bed was empty; the blankets were tangled like she had slept badly. He could hear music playing and he grinned as he realized she was in the shower.
His smile broadened as he imagined her naked with the water streaming over her lush curves. She would have nowhere to run this time. He felt his cock begin to harden again as he pulled off his boxers and entered her bathroom. He watched her for a few moments as she stood under the spray. Her eyes were closed and she was deep in thought. He looked at her glistening body and he slowly pumped his engorged shaft from root to tip. Man she was so sexy, she wasn’t even trying. He idly wondered how he would survive if she actually tried.
He watched a frown flit across her forehead and then she opened her eyes and met his gaze. He smiled as he watched her swallow hard while he pumped his cock. Her eyes widened as she moved under the spray till her back was against the tiled wall. He slowly moved closer to her gaging her reaction to him interrupting her shower. He reached for her shower gel and dumped some into his hands as he steadily moved closer, crowding her in the shower. She turned her back towards him as he twirled his finger. He stretched his hands out around her neck and massaged the gel into her creamy shoulders. He felt her relax and then he slid his body closer to hers and ran his hands under her breasts, cupping them and running his fingers over her nipples. He nibbled at her ear and breathed in the scent of the shampoo that lingered in her hair; he smiled into her neck as he felt her shudder. As if he had all the time in the world he explored her soapy body, then he steadily moved one hand down to cup her mound and pushed a single finger inside her.
“Oh… Dean,” she shivered as he stroked his thumb over her clitoris, moving his finger deliciously inside her. She cried out as an orgasm hit her out of nowhere, how could she have not known she was so close? She sagged against him, feeling his teeth nibble on her shoulder and the delicate skin of her neck before moving to her ear to whisper to her.
“I’m not finished with you yet Lucy. I plan on making you come a few more times.” He held her to him tightly; she would have no doubt of how aroused he was. “Have you ever been spanked?”
She let out a startled gasp, strangely excited by his question. “Uh…no.”
“Next time you are bad I may have to punish you.”
“Next time, when was I bad this time?” Lucy shuddered and gasped as he began to move his hands over her again, a soft caress here, a rough touch there. She had no idea what to expect.
“You left my bed. I expected you to be
there when I woke up. I was very disappointed Lucy. Don’t let it happen again. Understood?” He turned her around suddenly as he asked the last question.
Lucy looked up at him helplessly. She blushed and then slowly nodded yes. She watched as he reached past her to turn off the taps. He wrapped a fluffy towel around her and slowly began to dry her body. Her skin was flushed before he finished. He took the clip from her hair and watched it tumble down her back, he selected a few curls and laid them just so around her shoulders. Finally satisfied with his handiwork he stood back to dry off, never leaving her gaze with his hungry eyes.
Dean was tired of fighting his desire for her. Maybe if he fucked her enough these feelings would go away. He liked the way she was looking at him right now. Her lips were open slightly as she panted softly before him. Her eyes were soft and gray. He smiled as she trembled with desire for him. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. He watched as she ran a slim finger around the sensitive tip and then slowly down under the head. He clenched his ass cheeks as she traced the large vein that ran down to the base, before her soft hand cupped his balls. He grabbed her hand to stop her and pulled her into his arms. He would love to have her pouty lips wrapped around him, but he didn’t think he’d survive. He reached over and turned off her music, suddenly realizing why she hadn’t heard him come in. He kissed her as he picked her up to carry her to the bed.
He threw the duvet to the floor and laid her down upon the sheets. He stood and looked at her spread out before him for a few moments. The sun filtered into the room and its rays caressed her body and picked up the darker strands of red in her hair. He moved over her and started in on her again licking every inch of her body, lingering on the backs of her knees and the sensitive skin over her hip bones. She was writhing and gasping by the time he lined his shaft up to enter her. He braced his body over hers and slowly entered her, claiming her body.
He held her hands to her sides and then moved them above her head. He moved his body against hers like a cat, rasping his chest hair across her sensitive nipples as he rubbed her clitoris with each stroke.
Lucy felt every sensation that Dean was exposing her to. She had never had anyone take such care with her. This time was so unlike the violent mating that had taken place last night in his bed. He hadn’t hurt her, she had been just as enthusiastic as he had been, but this time was so much different. It was as if he was making love to her.
Dean watched her face intently as he moved inside her. Many emotions passed across her features, and then her eyes got heavier as her breathing quickened. He could feel her body start to quiver, like a pulse deep inside her was searching for a way out. He felt her orgasm curling around his cock as she stiffened beneath him, he held still deep inside her as she rode out the waves. She strained against him, clasping her legs tighter around his waist. He latched onto her earlobe and then let her hands go as he moved faster and faster inside her, seeking his own release.
Lucy felt like she should be participating more, after all he was doing all the work. But, holy smokes, he was like a machine, his hips moving like a piston. He stiffened and thrust deep as he came inside her, letting out a guttural moan against her neck. She could feel his penis pulsing.
He collapsed on her for a few seconds, giving her his full weight, and then he rolled off her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her with him till she landed sprawled across his chest. He stroked her smooth back in one caress, running his hands down to cuddle her buttocks.
“I know I have to go, but I don’t want to.” he said. “Even though it’s Saturday I still have work to do, although it’s in the stables today, so I don’t mind as much.” Dean felt so content right now, he didn’t know if it was from the great sex, or something else. He realized he was willing to see if his relationship with Lucy led somewhere. She didn’t seem to care about his money and best of all, she wasn’t crazy. He had been the one to instigate their relationship.
“How big is your stable?” Lucy asked as she stroked his jaw with one finger, slowly tracing the whiskers that had grown there overnight.
“What you saw yesterday were just the horses we ride for pleasure. The race horses are in a much bigger stable behind that one.” He paused for a few seconds as he looked at her. “Do you know how to ride?”
Lucy smiled. “Yes… but it’s been a long time.”
“Maybe I’ll take you for a ride one day, would you like that?” He looked at her eyes as they widened a bit.
Lucy let out the breath she had been holding and gave him a small smile; she liked the idea of spending time with him. “Yes. I’d like that. Your property is beautiful Dean. I’m sure the rest is just as nice.”
“I don’t want you to go unless you are with me though, okay? If someone asks you, tell them no.” His felt his face harden as he thought of her with anyone else, especially Max, he had seen the way they looked at each other. Just like when he and Lucy had first met, there was an instant attraction there. Max had backed off, but he hadn’t hid his interest in her. He was his friend, but for some reason he felt very possessive of her.
Lucy leaned up a little to look at him for a second. That had seemed suspiciously like a warning. “All right, I know you don’t like to talk about your father, but his doctor is coming this morning. I need to be there when he comes. I have some questions for him.” She waited for him to close himself off to her, but he didn’t.
“I understand, you can tell me about it later.” He sat up and looked back at her as he got off the bed. He grabbed his boxers that were hanging off the nightstand. He had been in such a hurry to interrupt her shower that he hadn’t paid any attention to where he had tossed them.
Lucy lay on her side and watched him move, she sighed as she took in his beautiful body. Man he was so hot, what the hell did he see in her? She had a few extra pounds in her hips and thighs, something she had struggled with her whole life. It seemed no amount of exercise would get rid of it. Her friend at the club she visited had told her that is was her body make up. She was tight everywhere else. He had said her ass looked great the way it was and then asked her out, but she had refused. She wasn’t ready for a relationship. She hadn’t been prepared for Dean, he had hit her hard that first night he had touched her, and she never had a chance. She grinned as she thought of something. “Have I told you how hot you are?” She stifled a giggle as he looked at her with a startled expression.
“Uh…no, I guess you haven’t.” Was she teasing him? He doubted it with the way her eyes had been tracking him. He felt his face crack into a grin as she rolled to her stomach to hide her smile from him. He quietly moved closer to her and swatted one delightfully shaped butt cheek. It swiftly turned pink and she gasped as she sat up suddenly, rubbing her abused bottom. “Bad girls get spanked Lucy.” He said sternly to her. He watched as her eyes flared at him, but her face and chest were flushed with excitement. Interesting, he had never spanked a woman before, but he had a feeling they would both enjoy it. He swiftly kissed her shocked mouth and trailed one finger down her neck, enjoying her shiver. “We’ll finish that later.” Then he actually whistled as he slipped out the balcony door.
Lucy watched Stan talk with his doctor. He had made remarkable progress the last few days. She had thought at first that he was getting a second wind, something that came up with people just before they died. But now she wasn’t so sure. He had been off his oxygen for two days now, and his last breathing treatment had been the first night she was here. Jeff was helping him with some physical therapy and he had progressed to a walker for short trips around the room. He got tired easily, but he looked really good.
Jeff drew some blood for a few tests the doctor wanted to run. They were obviously old friends; they joked and laughed once Stan’s exam was over. Stan had introduced her to Henry, she liked him instantly. He said he had been retired for a while, but he still saw a few patients from time to time.
When Henry was ready to leave Lucy asked if she could walk him out. He nodded to her a
nd said goodbye to Stan. He planned to come back to see him in a few days to check in on him, unless he needed him sooner, then all they had to do was call.
“Lucy I can tell you have something on your mind. You can talk freely to me.” Henry said.
Lucy looked and made sure no one could hear them. She was beginning to get some suspicions. “I really don’t understand what is going on. I’ve seen Stan since he got sick. He is a completely different man. I’m glad that he is doing so much better, but I don’t want to give anyone false hope. It’s strange though, it’s almost as if he was exposed to something and now that he’s away from it, he’s doing better. I really never expected him to recover. He was at death’s door the first night I took care of him. Do you think he could have been poisoned or something?” She worried her lip as she talked.
Henry raised his eyebrows at her. “It is hard to believe that he was that bad. I suppose heavy metal poisoning or maybe arsenic could have caused his symptoms.”
“Is there a way to test for that? This is so far out of my element.”
“Most of it would be out of his system by now, unless we could test his hair.” Henry looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and then he rubbed his forehead. “Can you discreetly get some of his hair for me? I don’t want to cause any alarm, or let anyone know what we are doing.” He opened his bag and pulled out a specimen cup.
Lucy took the cup from him. “I know I can, he just had his hair trimmed this morning before you came. I’m sure the bin hasn’t been emptied yet.” She looked up at him. “I’ll be right back.”
Henry stood in the hallway and watched her go back into Stan’s room, hiding the cup in her skirt. If Lucy’s suspicions were real, how could he tell Stan and Dean that an attempt had been made on his life? Thankfully he only had to wait a few minutes and then Lucy came back with the container. He placed it in his bag and as she walked him out he gave her some instructions for Stan’s care.
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