"Okay," said Will.
"No. You stay. I am going up to my room," she said.
"Laura," he said, the alcohol definitely sounding in his voice.
Her brother was alert and now he approached them. "Everything okay?"
Will immediately was defensive. "None of your business," he answered.
"She is my sister," Lucas replied.
"Oh now that occurs to you," Will mocked.
As Will walked toward the fire, he shoved Lucas. Laura hadn't actually seen it but she heard it. It was definitely a body slam. Laura turned around and witnessed the aftermath. Lucas had a mix of rage and confusion on his face and Will was just angry. He was clearly under the influence of his drinking.
"He's walking me home," said Laura. She glared at Will. "Let him pass."
"Fine," Will said and threw his hands up in the air. Then he made a mock bow and motioned Lucas along.
With some apprehension, Laura turned her back to the drinking Disciples as she and her brother took the stairs up to the main street.
When it was just the two of them, Lucas turned to her. "I have a small savings. We can go get a place of our own. I don't like it here with these guys. And my feeling is that you aren’t any happier with them. I understand where they are coming from. I can't change my past, but I can take care of you. We don't need them."
"Don't you?" Will asked. Laura and Lucas turned around to face him. He sauntered up to them. "You're a dead man without us," he said directly to Lucas. "And you know it. She doesn't know it. You really want to take that chance with her? You’re really going to use her just to prove you aren't such a bad guy?"
"Stop it!” Laura ordered and covered her ears.
"Don't want to hear this?" Will asked and gently pulled her hands down. "In case you hadn't noticed, you two are on the run. I didn't change your appearance because I have a thing for blondes."
Will had just confirmed what Laura feared. He did prefer her new hair color. He did like Becky. "I don't like you anymore,” said Laura. "I just want a normal life. I am tired of these ups and downs. I am tired of you putting my heart in a vice."
"Join the club, Goldie Locks! Try dealing with having the woman you love more than anything in the world walk out on you instead of sharing her pain with you." Laura scuttled across the street to the house. Lucas was right behind her and behind both of them was Will. "It's going to be tough to get in without a key," Will said triumphantly. He held a key out to the doorknob, but he was clumsy about it.
Lucas took the key from him impatiently and Will took another swing. The two huge men tumbled immediately into a full-blown brawl, narrowly missing Laura. Fear rose within her and choked her. She could not cry out. She dumbly pressed against the side of the enormous house as the giants fought.
Ever alert, Knights' Disciples rushed across the street, their female entourage right behind them. "Break it up!" Darren ordered. "Break it up!"
The Disciples bent to pry the wrenched bodies apart. Even in the dark, with just the scattered spot light on them, Laura could see that Will was embarrassed. Lucas was shaken. Despite his time as a gang member, Laura believed in her heart that Lucas was the good boy she had raised. Will rushed passed the crowd into the house.
Darren and Pete did a preliminary exam of Lucas. "You okay?" Darren asked.
At the moment, Laura liked Darren a whole lot more than she liked Will. As far as she was concerned, everything was Will’s fault right now.
Becky weeded through the huddle to Lucas.
"Oh what are you doing here anyway?" Laura demanded rhetorically before she disappeared into the house.
CHAPTER FORTY NINE
Laura was at a definite disadvantage because she didn't know the house and it wasn't an obvious layout. She had entered on the living room level. She wandered over to where she thought the elevator opened up and decided to take it. She got in the car and hit a button. They were all unmarked so she had to figure them out. It was a bit confusing and she had just wanted to get out of the car and walk up, but the elevator started moving…only it was going down instead of up.
Oh who the hell had an elevator with an unmarked panel in their house? She was terrified. She would wait for it to stop and she would get out. It landed and automatically opened up. She was now in the garage. It was extremely cold and eerie in the dark. Laura felt claustrophobic. She had no choice but to get back in the car and go up. She hit another button and after she did, the scheme of the panel dawned on her. The buttons were arranged in the order of the floors of the house: the first button was for the bottom floor; the last one had to be for her floor. She pressed that one while the elevator was in motion and it stopped the car.
"Help!" she screamed. "Help!"
A phone rang from behind a panel in the elevator. She opened it up and answered it.
"You stuck?" Will asked.
"What do you think?" she replied bitingly.
"Count over four buttons and press," he directed, ignoring her attitude.
She did what he said and the car began to move again. The doors opened up. A dark and brooding Will Shriner met her.
Laura reached for the elevator controls. Will clutched her hand. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"I would rather be stuck in this stupid elevator than be here with you!" she replied.
Will whisked her up at the waist and twirled her out of the car. "Sorry about that, Goldie Locks. And sorry about your brother," he answered.
"Stop calling me that!" she demanded. "First chance I get, I am coloring it back."
"You are not," he said sounding something of his usual self, despite the drinking. "We're going to stay stuck on this floor, I've decided, until we iron this thing out."
"What thing?" Laura demanded.
"This thing between you and me. This is not about Lucas or gangs. This is about you and me and we are going to come clean about it once and for all," he proclaimed.
"What are you going to do? Force me?" she blurted out.
Will's eyes narrowed, the insult firmly landed. "What is that supposed to mean?" he demanded, but he didn't let her answer. "Do you deny that you want me? Have I ever had to coerce? Was the passion you had for me not the same fiery passion I have for you?" he clutched the back of her hair. "The same maddening passion from the first moment we were alone together?"
Harkening back to that first time in a hallway of her house amidst the war-like atmosphere when the gang members had attacked Lucas. The way Will drove into her with such need made Laura quiver just thinking about it now. It made her weak for him now, but Laura couldn't be with him now. Not after tussling with Lucas and certainly not while he seemed to be kind of drunk. And then it occurred to her. Maybe that's why he only met her halfway that night a few weeks ago at Luckie's? Maybe she hadn't given him a chance to explain that it wouldn't have been fair of him to take her while she had been drinking and vulnerable. She didn't even talk to him about it. She just made assumptions.
She pressed a gentle hand to his face. Under the influence or not, this giant of a man was laying it out there for her. He wanted an emotional throw down. She had no place to go. She had nothing to lose but him, and she thought she had already done that. She guided him to his bedroom and sat him down on the corner of the mattress.
She knelt down and removed his shoes. Will watched as she did for him what she usually did for her. She raised his muscle-heavy arms up above his head and tried to skim off his tight T-shirt. She was bound and determined, but she was clumsy. She inadvertently pressed her bust line into his face and he nibbled.
"Stop," she laughed, not able to maintain anger while she found him funny. "I am going to give you a bath next. This is very serious," she giggled.
Will's expression was unchanging. He gazed at her with arousal. His was one of smoky intent. She managed to remove his shirt, baring his massive, muscled torso, ripped with powerful shoulders that look even larger naked than they did when he stood in a room and blocked out most of the
light. Laura left his side to run the water.
"Better let me handle the bath oil," he called to her, still playing the straight man, but joking.
She giggled. While in the bathroom, she pared down her attire to her satiny push up bra and panties. She rejoined him at the bed, surprising him with a scantily clad bod.
His eyes danced with delight. He held her still, the white light of an outside fixture spilling in upon them.
"Come," she said and guided them both to the bathroom.
The floor was tiled in big squares like the one on her floor. There was a thick Berber bathmat by the tub. "Oh so give me the animal fur," she teased.
"I don't think the lamb rug was your problem, Goldie Locks. You got carried away playing with the good smelling stuff," he drew in a whiff of her hair, shampooed with the exotic soap that had been in the bathroom.
"What did you do? Raid a Persian market?" she teased.
"Oh no. That is pure California. You get a ticket if you don't have some form of patchouli on your person. I had to leave it out for you. I was protecting you," he murmured.
She turned to him. "You always are, aren't you?" Now her look was sensual, she could feel it. She unfastened his jeans and stripped him clean of all clothing. She guided him to step in the tub, and down he went, easing into the lusciously hot water.
"Feels great," he admitted, his eyes closing, luxuriating in the bath.
Laura dipped her hands to wet them and spilled soap into her palms. It was some of the same of the stuff that got her into trouble before. It smelled and felt amazing.
Will peeked out of an eye mischievously. "Easy with that, Goldie Locks," he kidded.
"Oh no, we'll be locked in here forever," Laura teased.
"What will we eat?" he replied rhetorically as he freed her breast from its satiny cup. He craned up to take her into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her erect nipple throwing off her scheme to erotically bathe him. He was going to commandeer the sensuality most assuredly. He released her and trailed the curve of her breast, following it to her ribs, the sensitive skin of her abdomen. Her breath pulsed as his tongue twirled the center of her navel.
She was now half way up the shower wall, trying to give him access to her body where his mouth wanted to go. She was straddling him now, bracing herself by holding hands with him. She squatted against his lips and received pure pleasure.
He cupped her buttocks and she was now sitting in his hands. He twirled her around and directed her body under the rushing water. She reached between and hurried her orgasm along. It slammed her, rushing her entire body with the most exquisite climax. The warmth of the water over her sensitive body elongated the duration of the sweet spasms. Will entered her with his fingers, antagonized her hot channel.
He withdrew from her and tasted it on his own fingers, then lowered her onto his erection. With his powerful grip around her hips, he lifted her up and down, pumping her body onto his. He growled through his orgasm as it overtook him with a fury. Laura's skin was once again oily from contact with him. The water was cooling. They were going to be filmy again if they didn't rinse fast.
She pulled away from him and got on her knees on the Berber rug. She washed him, rinsed him, and began once again to work him with the firm grip of her hand. Will was hard again. Laura leaned over the side of the tub and took him into her mouth. She pressed his erection to the soft pliant flesh of her cheek and drew tightly. Working up as much saliva as she could manage, she flicked her tongue against the tip of the head of his penis. Will gripped her head and pumped into her mouth. Laura rose up. She trailed her lips up and down his shaft. She drew her tongue atop his testicles. He was called to the gods. A surge of power and pleasure coursed throughout her.
Will rose out of the water of the tub like Poseidon. He carried her to the bed whose cover was so thick and plush it soaked up the water off of their bodies. He drove into her again. Laura lifted her ankles and rested them on his massive shoulders. Will looked like a god above her, broad and marble-solid.
"I love this so much," she murmured lazily. She reached up and twisted his nipple gently.
"Mmm," he grumbled.
Will's pace picked up causing her breasts to bob up and down rhythmically. She cupped them, pushed one up towards her mouth and stretched her tongue to the tip of her nipple. Will mouthed a kiss for her to signal how sweet she felt for him, but his stamina crumbled. He made the telltale sign he was on the path to climax when his head tilted back and his eyes fluttered upward. Low guttural noises rose up from deep within him. Suddenly he was roaring, coming within her.
Laura cocked her leg back and pumped it in counter rhythm to his, to fuel his pleasure with more pleasure. She was torturing him; she knew it, for he bucked wildly within her. He could stand no more, literally. Will collapsed on the mattress beside her.
CHAPTER FIFTY
The bright beach light lifted the blinds of Will's cozy room far too early. Laura could use more sleep time. The sleep in the simple comfort was fabulous. She awoke peaceful, albeit a little groggy.
She yawned.
Will drew a powerful arm around her. "Sleepy head. We did get quite a work out." He rolled her back against him and spooned. "We can take this cuddling downstairs on the deck. It has very comfortable bench seats." His giant hands coursed the planes of her body. "We have space heaters so it's lovely in the cool air while the sun is rising. I can make you breakfast.
"Sold," said Laura.
"And I'm pretty sure I heard the guys go for a run. We'll probably have the place to ourselves."
“I didn’t hear anything,” she smiled. “You must have vampire hearing. When did they go?”
“This is Ocean Beach, Goldie Locks. I think it’s a misdemeanor if you don’t work out,” he teased. Will’s hands were now actively roaming her, but her stomach growled and put a halt to it. It warmed her. Between the two forces that ruled him, sex and nurturing, nurturing won out.
They loaded up in the elevator and pushed the button. As it descended, it shut off. Stopped. With both of them in it. Laura only mildly panicked because Will was with her.
“Are you making a pass at me?” she kidded.
She put her arms around his waist and felt his fear. He pulled away from her and began feeling around the elevator. Even in the pitch-blackness, she could tell he didn’t like the situation one bit. Now she was worried.
He flipped a switch repeatedly. “The emergency light isn’t coming on and the speaker isn’t working,” he muttered.
Just as she was about to climb up him, like a cub up a tree, to safety, power was restored and the elevator miraculously began moving. It landed on the floor with the kitchen, living room and deck and opened up, otherwise uneventfully.
“We don’t need coffee now. I am awake,” he gripped her to him reassuringly.
Laura was not comforted but she was relieved. She was glad to be on solid ground. “Are there stairs that go up and down to these floors? I don’t think I like the elevator anymore,” she remarked.
“That’s never happened,” he said. He led her to the deck and turned the space heaters on. He directed her to a couple of hearty throws and made sure she was comfortable before going back into the house for coffee.
The sun on the deck was brilliant and warm despite the slightly chilled winter beach breeze. The decked was off to the side of the house, so it had an ocean view but it also peeked into the windows of the neighbors behind them. Because those windows had ocean views, they generally had no drapery. The lives of those beach dwellers were on display.
Laura scanned the gallery of windows, offering snapshots of lifestyle, taste and habits when she fixed on one in particular. For there inside, was a man staring back at her. There was no doubt; he was watching her as she had been her.
It was hard to tell whether the man just had a ‘beach’ appearance. Many of the people had a throwback look of longish, natural hair and earthy appearances, but that “hippy” look could cross over easily
to a biker look. Because of the elevator incident, Laura’s mind went right to the Marauders. But that couldn’t be; they weren’t supposed to be out in California.
Will returned with two piping hot cups of coffee. The coffee was delicious – so good that Laura had to sip twice before murmuring that she and Will had an audience. She told Will this quietly and from the side of her mouth, instructing him to not look up.
But Will didn’t listen. He raised his head slowly and looked at the gawker directly. The gawker smiled and waved. “Nothing to worry about yet. Just act casually. Of course, unless you’re into it, deck sex is off the table,” Will teased.
Though she knew he was joking, she could tell he was bothered. “Actually, I am kind of cold,” she lied.
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