“Yes, I'm sorry.” Lucas pulled out his wallet. He slapped three hundred dollars into my open palms. “Use this for lunch.”
I thought he was going to say ‘use this to grab some clothes’. Because I wasn't dressed for much of anything, except for lounging around with some ice cream and some Netflix. There was such a wide, unexplored world calling to me, that I wanted to get dressed into something appropriate and explore right away.
After handing back the money, I said, “I don't need all this. What I need is some fresh clothes. I need a chance to settle in.”
“Right,” he said. He slid past me. As he did, his ass passed right by my eyes.
God, I wanted to grab it. I wanted to sink my fingers into that ass. I'd always loved how some guys could have the hottest asses, and I could never understand it. I was glad I'd found a man who fit this type.
I got out and stretched. A flowery, earthy scent permeated the driveway. Lucas waited for me to continue.
“I'm going then,” he said, when I didn't respond.
I reached for him to stop. That touch ignited all those old wild emotions.
“Wait, I need clothes. Are there clothes here for me? I didn't bring anything.”
“Right, you'll be taken care of. I'll have my assistant answer to you. Anything you need, you ask, and it goes on the card. Free of charge. Consider it my due for keeping you locked up in my guest room all night.”
That was fair.
“You're really leaving me again?”
His back to me, he told me as he walked away toward the house. “I'm afraid so. I have business to take care of. I assume you'll be fine by yourself.”
His smug tone drifted off. Bracing myself against the limo, I waited until he was out of sight for me to shout my disgust. It came out a jumbled mix of words.
Lucas didn't seem to care. He was gone.
How could he take me to Costa Rica, then drop me off with his assistant? This was supposed to be a trip that we would share together. It seemed Lucas had better things to do.
His assistant came striding out from the house as soon as he entered, like she was walking the runway to me. She had exotic features and a skinny, sensual body. She had pulled back black hair, a business jacket, and business pants.
Having him take me to a strange land and then abandoning me had left me in an insecure state of mind. This woman who introduced herself--Camilla--was drop dead gorgeous in a business suit.
Why was I acting so jealous about this girl? She drove me to the nearest boutique while I attempted to tone down my bitchy meter.
“How do you know Lucas?” she asked me, as we turned off a packed intersection to a straight road leading to the hotel and shopping center.
My eyes narrowed. How to explain? “We go a long way back,” I said plainly. “How long have you been working for him?”
How long have you been fucking him?
What had gotten into me? Was I suffering from some serious case of jet lag? I wanted to pull my insecurities in, but I kept worrying that I was losing him. Funny, I'd been trying to distance myself from him for months, now I was worried he was slipping away.
Wasn't that how it always was with Lucas?
Once again, I was in the Lucas Moore trap. It was exhausting...
“Please,” Camilla said, as she held open the door for me. I snapped back to reality.
“Thank you.”
Camilla brought me to a fancy resort. It was the type of place that Lucas would never bring me, but it did have a lot of fabulous clothes to pick from.
Clothes with no price tags.
“There's a...uhm...problem,” I told Camilla as she stood watch over me.
“Yes?” she asked with strict discipline.
Not just any problem. A major problem. These clothes weren't going to fit me. I wore plus sizes.
“None of these clothes are…” I paused. How could I explain this? There was only one way. “Going to fit me,” I finished painfully.
Camilla’s eyes almost sprang from her skull. “I'm sorry. My apologies, Ms. Daniels. Shall we go somewhere with better choices?”
Better choices, I liked the way she put that. Camilla wasn't so bad after all.
“Yes, let's do that.”
Camilla drove me to a better store. This one was also in a hotel. Many of the luxury resorts in the area catered to their rich tourists by offering them luxury items, items that were way out of my price range. There was no way I could charge Lucas's credit card for all of the clothes I wanted.
I was like a sad puppy dog wandering around the store. My hands touched everything. All of the fabric was so smooth and fresh. All of the dresses would fit my shapely body in a way that would have Lucas crawling back to me, sorry that he ever left me alone on our vacation.
“This is all too much.”
“Everything will be provided for.”
I draped the most comfortable and normal thing in the store back on the rack. “I can't. It's too much.”
Camilla strode over to a dress, the shining jewel that hung on the front mannequin. She turned it by the shoulder to face me.
“This is what you're getting.”
“Does Lucas train all of his workers to be just like him?”
“The boss rubs off on all of us.” Just as long as he's not rubbing one off with you.
She pushed the dress at my chest. I took it, only because I had no choice. I had to wear something. Going to a different store didn't seem to be an option.
“He says it how it is.”
“Yes, he does,” Camilla said. She smiled as I placed the dress to my body and looked down, seeing it match my curves. “This will look so good on you. Lucas will rip the dress off and take you right at dinner.”
“How do you know what he's like?” I eyed her suspiciously.
“What do you mean? Does he do that often?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “No, I was only wondering.”
Camilla laughed. “I have not been involved. Lucas is very professional. Best boss I've ever had. It was only a joke.”
Phew. And there goes the heat to my cheeks, a freaking inferno now.
“I'm sorry. It was silly of me to assume that. I'm only being insecure. Which didn't really happen before I met Lucas.”
“You love him,” she said suddenly, placing her delicate hand on my forearm.
“What?”
I couldn't shake my head no, but it seemed to be what the situation called for. Love? We'd never said the words. He'd only said he loved my pussy before, which I gladly accepted, but it clearly wasn’t close to saying those binding words all by their lonesome.
Yes, I loved him. I was tired of fighting it.
“I love him. I do.” I’d never said it out loud before.
There was a twinkle of recognition in Camilla’s eyes. “First time saying it out loud?”
“Uh huh. And it’s weird. It’s really weird, but it’s good.”
“That weirdness isn’t going to go away until you say it to him.”
“I know.” But when would I get the chance to say it? Right after he dumped me on his assistant? No way.
“The guy drives me mad, though. He doesn’t tell me where we’re going, he takes me to another country, and then he hands me off to you.”
“He has big things planned. That’s all I can say.” She lured me out of the shop with her many shopping bags. “I picked up a few items that I thought would look pretty on you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You think I’m going to mind? What’d you get me?” She handed over the bag and I rummaged through it. “I do feel kind of bad, though. This stuff is way too nice. I’ll get you back.”
“It’s paid for by the boss.” She grinned at me as we headed back to the car.
“What else does the boss have planned?”
“I can’t say, but trust me, you’ll like it.” She dodged my look, pulling an imaginary zipper across her lips then throwing away the key as we began our drive. We breezed
through the rainforest back to the private estate to find Lucas lurking underneath the abode’s entrance.
“Thanks for the shopping trip.”
She nodded ahead to Lucas. "Go, your man is waiting. And don't tell him that I said anything about his plans."
"You hardly said anything.”
"I said enough."
I left with another thank you to Camilla. Lucas leaned back. He looked rugged with a sloppy slouch, like he might slide to the ground and take a quick nap.
I strode up to him, then wound my arms around him and sucked in his tantalizing scent. I was back home. Back with my man.
When I pulled away, he smiled, dragged down by tiredness.
"Lucas, you look like hell again. I'm not afraid to say it, either. What have you been up to?"
"I'm fine. How have you been?" he asked, then clasped my hand, bringing me past the Spanish arches and into the wide foyer of the mansion.
"You're not fine." I stopped, distracted by the tropical flair and the enormous windows that revealed the beachfront view. "Please, can you tell me what you've been doing?"
"You'll see, soon enough."
I sighed. "I like surprises, but this surprise might be going too far. I'm a nervous wreck."
"Relax," Lucas said. He sat on one of the bar stools and stretched out. After his groan, I wanted to hop on his lap and kiss him. He looked sexy when he was tired. Sexy and vulnerable.
I wanted him to take my hand. "Let's go to bed."
"Bed, already?" He stood up and pressed his warmth against me, his cock brushing against me, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"You're in no condition..." I started. When wasn't he? He was insatiable.
A hint of arousal flared in me as I prepared for his inevitable advance. "I want to know, exactly, what we're doing here. I was kidnapped. I was locked in a room. Then flown here, for no apparent reason. And you disappear. Why do you keep disappearing exactly?” Arousal had quickly morphed into annoyance.
Lucas caught my chin. I flinched but his thumb brushed my jawline, casting a spell on me, keeping my annoyance within bounds.
"Do you think I would do all this if it wasn't for a reason? I don't see what the problem is."
Then he stopped, realizing what it was. A mocking smile crept across his lips. "Fuck me, you think I'm ignoring you, don't you? That's not it. At all."
He reached around, snatching my ass, pulling me into him. I crushed against him, my breath sneaking from my lips, my breasts squeezed between us. My arousal spiked, the need for him set free, like we'd been separated for years.
"This has all been about you and me,” he whispered.
"Seriously? Why can't you just tell me?”
He pressed his finger to my lips. I snarled and pushed it away. We both laughed at my reaction as he squeezed my ass cheeks together. The wind was knocked out of me again, and I was panting against him. Lucas swiped my chin, bringing me close to his hungry lips, swallowing me, and then infiltrating, taking more.
I moaned into his mouth while he breathed his fire into me. When I broke free, I clutched my sides and slowly slid back on my heels, trying not to alert Lucas of my retreat.
"Come on, you're tired. Up to bed." I waved my hand toward the staircase. I hadn't even been up there, yet. Lucas grinned, took my hand, and led me to the master bedroom which had a grander view of the beach. The balcony doors were open, allowing the ocean breeze to sweep in and tickle my bare legs as I sat upon the massive bed. I kicked my heels off as I faced the moonlit waves.
Lucas sat across from me.
When I looked over to him, he pounced, taking me by my wrists, swinging me around so my back hit the mattress.
"You led the wolf right back to its den. Now why would you want to do that?"
He split my legs. His knees pressed into the softness of my inner thighs, and it burned, a welcome burn.
"To get your ass to sleep.”
"Do you want it hard or slow?" he asked, like he'd never heard me.
Lucas dove at the crook of my neck. His tongue swirled to my earlobe. He gave it a bite, and a horny bolt jolted through me. He continued, rocking my hips slowly against him, until it became second nature.
"Right now, slow."
He smirked as if he always knew what my answer would be. Perhaps I'd been overstating his tiredness, because his cock tented and throbbed against me, offering me something to rub against.
And rub I did. I rubbed, until he needed to pin my wrists down to give me more grooving room. Pulling back, he still held me as I swayed against him.
"Fuck, babe, I don't know about slow."
I changed my mind. "Hard."
Lucas pulled back and whipped his belt off.
I stretched out, reaching for the pillows—anything that would keep me steady for when Lucas entered me.
I wanted all of him.
For once, there was nothing standing in our way...
Tonight, we could fuck for as long as our bodies held out.
Chapter 17
Lucas
She raked her fingernails across my back, like a trail of fire that kept me pumping into her. I thought I might be too rough, but she dug into me, goading me on. Her sweet sex sucked me in and wrapped around me, and I was lost in her.
I speared her against the pillows. They were tossed aside, and she reached up, showing me her breasts jogging to every one of my pumps. Our hips clashed together. The smacking of her jiggling flesh was music to my ears, music I wanted to fill the room. I kept up pace, loving that sound that told me we were rubbing and sliding into one another with such horny friction.
She came, and her eyes rolled back. She started to spring up, but I pushed myself onto her, burying myself deeper.
I pulled away. She hadn’t had enough. Neither had I.
Still rocking inside of her, grinding my hips, rubbing against her, I sucked and licked on her collarbone. Her skin always tasted sweet, now the salty air mixed with it, and I loved it.
We didn’t have to say anything...we were much too ravenous for words. I pulled out, and she reached out for me with wanton need, but I shoved her to the side and snatched her leg.
She needed to spread wide for what I wanted.
Holding onto her leg, I went at her, sliding inside that snugly fitted pussy in quickening pace. Even in the dark, I saw her eyes pool with pleasure, and I couldn’t deny her more. I gave it to her while fighting to hold back. That tingle in my gut got me thinking I would come much too soon. Her pussy was hugging me. Her tight trap wasn’t going to let me go until I unloaded. Hell, that was fine by me.
In the heat of the moment, there was no way I could say no to it. We hadn’t even used a condom tonight. With the plan I had, she was as good as mine, like I’d wanted since the beginning. We didn’t need one.
Did I deserve this? This hot piece of ass? These fat, heavenly fits? Her big almond eyes looking up at me, begging me for more? No, I didn’t think so, so I slammed into her, giving her what she wanted and more.
“Lucas.” She screamed my name as she came.
It ripped through her. Almost got me to come too, just seeing how hot it looked. Mine wouldn't compare, but my cock was real sensitive and slick from our fucking. I pulled out, and then ran my cock tip over her juicy cunt lips. Fuckin’ hell, that pleasure shot right to my toes.
Tia squirmed when I did that. “Slow,” she told me, her voice all husky and sultry now.
I dropped beside her. She wiggled her ass back, and I liked that so much I gave her a spank of approval. We connected again, and I locked in a deep breath like it would keep me from exploding. Her pussy felt even better. Each time. How did she do it? That was one magic pussy.
Tia shot me a needy glare. I didn’t understand it until she took my hands and put them on her waist. I let her take control and I watched her smooth, slow groove as she buckled at the end of me.
She did this greedy squeezing of her hips, and inside of her without a rubber, the pleasure was un
believable. I’d always worn a condom before. Before this, I hadn’t trusted another soul...
She pumped again. Her pussy sucked me in and then it trapped me. I caged her with my forearms, keeping her against me as I shut my eyes and let it all go.
“I’m coming,” I warned her. Was there time to tell her where?
“Come, Lucas. Come inside of me.”
I shot my cum into her clutching pussy. Buried inside of her, I filled her, pouring my cum until my balls were wasted. Our fingers intertwined, and I promised not to let go as I watched her delicious curves shake.
Tia whimpered, her neck rolled back, and I kissed her cheek as I continued to pump, draining all of me and feeding her needy pussy.
I began to pull away, but she caught my hands again and placed them solidly against her hips—those fertile, wide hips that I adored so much.
My cock was still rock hard inside of her, and my balls were still tingling as they pumped, drawing more cum than I knew I had in me, caressing her insides as it flowed down her. Tia began to wiggle a little, making a creamy mess of her black pussy, a beautiful sight in contrast with my white cock.
It slipped out of her for a second. Only a second. Then she plugged me back in. But it was long enough for me to glaze her slit. I’d covered her, inside and out, marked and claimed her as my own.
I was finished. Completely satisfied, I draped my arms over her waist. I tilted myself against her and rested my forehead against the back of her head.
We’d said so little, but nothing really needed to be said. We’d both been craving this, knowing in our hearts that this is where our path should lead, but there were obstacles in our way each time, but we’d gotten there.
Tia had no idea what I’d planned, though.
Before I pulled away, I made sure to tell her, “You want it hard or slow again or any which way, and you tell me again. Whenever, wherever, and I’ll be there for you. Got it?”
“Got it,” Tia said softly.
I flopped onto my back and shut my eyes. I hadn’t realized how heavy they were. Now the dull, draining pleasure of the orgasm rolled over me.
I could feel Tia hovering over me. She seemed to want to talk about what happened, but didn’t have the words. Perhaps she didn’t want to try to express it through words. What was there to say, besides how fucking awesome it was?
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