“Thank you for flying down.”
“Thanks for not being angry with me for just showing up.”
I hated that she thought for even a second that I’d be cranky. “Elise, you can show up anytime.”
“Mmkay,” she murmured.
Looking over Elise’s head, I saw Tyler with his wife Ava in his arms, looking about as content as I felt, while Jyreese danced with his partner Victoria, but they looked anything but happy. If there was going to be screaming and tears later on, as there inevitably were at these sorts of things, my money was on them. Victoria came across as a spoilt, entitled bitch.
My hands skimmed down the soft material trailing over Elise’s perfect peach-shaped arse. My eyes widened as I explored.
“Elise?”
“Yeah?” Elise lifted her eyes to meet mine, and everything I was feeling was reflected back at me.
Keeping my voice low, I asked, “What sort of panties have you got under this beautiful dress?”
“Why’s that?” Elise replied innocently.
“Just wondering.”
“Do you want to know a secret?” she taunted.
“Always.”
“None.”
“None?”
“None. I didn’t want a visible panty line,” she explained like it should be obvious.
I groaned. I couldn’t help it. Bending forward, I growled into her neck before placing a kiss on the spot below her ear that made her shiver. “You make behaving very, very hard.”
Waiting until I met her eye, Elise roamed her hand down my chest before letting her dainty little fingers rub against my aching cock. “Well, something’s definitely hard.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight – Elise
Luca kept apologising, and it was starting to do my head in. If he didn’t quit it soon, I might just give him something to apologise for.
“Are you sure?” he asked for the thirty-third time in the past ten minutes. The filthy look I shot in his direction must’ve answered his question sufficiently because he quickly shut up.
Since I’d just shown up yesterday and interrupted his time in Melbourne, I’d thrown everything into chaos, which I was secretly loving. So, when he’d dragged my tired, cranky arse out of bed this morning, he was knocked off balance. He’d already made plans, and now that I was here, he didn’t know what to do. It didn’t seem to matter how many times I assured him I’d be fine people-watching in a café down in the centre of town while he did what he needed to, he just wasn’t listening.
Eventually I’d given up the fight and just agreed to tag along to his breakfast. He was meeting someone’s little brother or something. A soccer star in the making. I don’t know. Honestly, as long as there was pancakes and coffee, I was all good.
A moment later, we pulled up outside a run-down diner with a faded green awning dangling over the door. Luca helped me out of the cab and led me inside where Bryce, looking a little worse for wear, was cradling his coffee mug like it was the elixir of life.
“Morning.” Luca greeted Bryce with a handshake.
Bryce set his cup down on the chipped Laminex table before standing up and kissing my cheek. Dropping into the seat opposite, I was surprised to find it was Bryce we were meeting. I thought it was an important meeting, not a catch up with a mate. I mean, I’d learnt from Emma that they lived in Sydney and saw each other every now and then through Sienna. In fact, Emma and Bryce were on the invite list to the world’s most important birthday party, Princess Phoebe’s, in a couple of weeks.
“Where’s Emma?” I asked, looking towards the counter.
“Still sleeping it off. Tash, Emma and Sandra…”
“Sandra?”
“Sandra’s Gary’s wife,” Luca explained.
“And Gary is?”
“Sorry. Gary is the head of Burst Energy, the company who threw the party last night.”
“Ah.” Now I was starting to piece things together.
“Yeah. So not long after you left, they started ordering shots. And well, you can imagine how quickly things went downhill from there.” Bryce chuckled with a sly, smug smile.
“Oh dear.”
“Yep. I’d say they’re going to regret that decision when they finally surface.”
I was so glad we’d left when we had. Even after only spending an hour with Tash and Emma, I was under no illusions that if I’d been around when they started ordering shots, I’d be nursing the mother of all hangovers right now.
The waitress appeared and handed out menus. This was my biggest problem. How was I supposed to decide between the poached eggs smothered in hollandaise or the pancakes with vanilla ice cream and mixed berries? I ordered coffee to start, and when Luca asked her to give us a couple of minutes, she shuffled off with a scowl.
“Well someone didn’t get any last night,” Luca suggested, and I felt my cheeks burn just remembering the inventive positions he’d managed to manipulate my body into.
“That obviously doesn’t apply to you,” Bryce replied with a mischievous smirk.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Luca retorted defensively. I wanted to shrink in my seat. I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t need the dirty details.
“Nice hickey.”
“Hickey?” I squawked, and I swear every other customer in the place turned in my direction.
Bryce rubbed the spot under his ear before pointing to me. If it’d been possible for the ground to open up and swallow me, now was the time.
“Oh shit!” Luca laughed.
Reaching out, I slapped him across the chest and shot him the dirtiest look I could muster. As annoyed as I was at Luca for leaving his mark on me, I was even more cranky at myself for missing it and not covering it up. Had I have known it was there, I wouldn’t have even left the hotel room. Not without a scarf or a turtleneck or something.
“I’ll be back,” I announced, quickly rising from my chair and causing it to squeak against the floor.
Reaching out, Luca wrapped his hand around my wrist, halting me where I stood. “Where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” I growled, shaking my wrist free and disappearing down the hallway.
The moment I stepped into the bathroom, I gasped. I don’t know why I was shocked at the state of the place, but seeing the tap dripping, the mirror smudged with something I didn’t even want to know about, and the floor sticky, made me want to gag. But the worst part was the stench. It was disgusting. Holding my breath, I carefully stepped over a pile of papers in the middle of the floor and looked into the mirror.
There it was. Staring back at me. Making me look like a cheap hussy. A nasty, black mark about an inch below my ear. I was going to rip Luca’s balls off and stuff them down his throat. I was too old to be walking around town with a damn hickey on my neck.
By the time I stomped back out of the bathroom, I’d rubbed my neck raw. So now not only was there a dirty bloody hickey, but it was red and angry as well.
Making it back to the table, I flopped into my seat.
“Everything okay?” Luca asked, unable to hide the satisfied smile toying with his lips.
“No.”
“No?”
“You’ll pay for this,” I threatened, folding my arms over my chest and pouting.
“We’ll see.”
“Fucking brothers!” Bryce grumbled, slamming his phone down on the table, rattling the sugar packets, and breaking us out of our silent battle.
“What’s up?”
“Bloody Seth. This whole thing’s for him and he’s running late.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not, Luca. You’re doing this as a favour, and he can’t even be arsed to show up on time.”
Feeling the tension rise between them, I interfered. “Bryce, it’s fine. As long as I can order some food, it doesn’t matter.”
“If you’re sure?”
“Of course.”
While Bryce stewed, Luca and I argued over what to order. I think we were ac
tually arguing just for the sake of arguing. When the waitress appeared, we placed our order, and I sat back looking forward to my strawberry milkshake. I might look like a five-year-old girl, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. I’d worked off those calories last night. I deserved a damn milkshake.
A young guy, who looked like Bryce, fell through the door, tripping over his own feet. Talk about making an entrance.
“Hey!” he announced loudly as he approached our table, wiping his hands on the front of his shirt.
He was adorable. Clumsy but adorable.
“Seth, you’re late,” Bryce scolded.
“Oh pfft. I’m not that late. Besides, how’s it my fault if some dumbarse crashed into a tram and blocked up the lines? Not like I could avoid it.”
He might’ve had a point, but I could see Bryce wasn’t buying it.
“Hi,” I greeted cheerily.
“Hey, gorgeous. I’m Seth.”
“Elise,” I replied extending my hand.
When Seth’s hand met with mine, I felt something sticky and gross but stayed silent. It was obvious Bryce wasn’t exactly impressed by him right now, so I doubted saying anything would help. “Good to meet you. Nice hickey, by the way.”
“Seth!” Bryce scolded, and beside me Luca snickered. Arsehole was proud of himself. He’d keep.
“What?”
“Sit down and shut up before you embarrass yourself. Or me.”
Doing as he was told, something I assumed was rare, Seth dropped into the spare seat opposite Luca. When Luca extended his hand to shake Seth’s, I thought the poor kid was going to pass out. He paled, his hand shook, and when he opened his mouth, no words came out. Bryce nudged him with his shoulder, and Seth seemed to snap out of it.
It took barely three minutes before I was bored.
I mean, I knew Luca was a big deal in the soccer world. You didn’t get to play all over the world if you were only average, but stats didn’t excite me. And that was the understatement of the century. Ignoring the hero worship, I focused on my pancakes as they were set down in front of me.
While I inhaled my breakfast, , Luca’s hand trailed up and down my leg. Even through the denim of my jeans, I could feel his warmth seeping through. That alone was enough to have me recounting the memories of everything he’d done to me last night. Every ounce of pleasure he’d wrung from my body. Not that I think I’d ever be able to forget…
Once he’d shaken everyone’s hand, twice, we’d finally stepped out into the empty lobby and moved towards the bank of elevators. Luca had shrugged his suit jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders without a word before punching the call button. Once inside, we both leant against the wall, not looking at each other, not touching. With the electricity crackling between us the way it was, I think we both knew that the moment we touched we would undoubtedly combust.
We made it all the way to the door of Luca’s hotel room.
Seven attempts.
Seven attempts to shove the damn key card in the slot.
Twice he dropped it.
By attempt number five, the language flowing from his mouth was anything but family friendly.
The moment the green light finally flickered, the sound of the door unlocking echoed and I felt my heart pounding. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I stepped through that door, but my thighs were sticky with anticipation.
When the cool air from the air conditioning hit my shoulders, I realised Luca’s suit jacket was flying across the room in the same moment his lips latched onto my neck. He licked and nibbled and sucked. I moaned as my knees buckled, but Luca’s grip kept me upright. He teased me with his lips, I tilted my neck, granting him better access. Hearing Luca’s hiss as he slid my zipper down the centre of my back. The material slipped down my body, pooling around my ankles and leaving me standing there as naked as the day I was born.
“Fuck me,” Luca growled as his hands moved down my back and cupped my arse, squeezing it.
“Yes please.”
Luca took hold of my hand and helped me step out of the discarded dress before bending me over the back of the couch.
“Isn’t it more fun finding out this way?” I taunted, wriggling my bare butt.
Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Luca undid the buttons on his shirt as fast as he could before unbuckling his belt. Digging his wallet from his pocket, he fished out a condom before tossing it on the couch in front of me and shoving his pants to his ankles. Licking my lips, I watched as he stroked his monster cock as he prowled towards me.
Rubbing my thighs together, I prayed he’d hurry the fuck up. I needed him and I needed him now. As much fun as tonight had been, it’d also been a torturously long night of foreplay. I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted him to do it now.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind before Luca pushed inside me in one hard thrust, making me moan. Luca was hot, hard and determined. A combination that had me exploding way sooner than was acceptable. Even after the waves from my first orgasm subsided, Luca pounded into me, grunting with every thrust, chasing his own happy ending.
“Harder!” I told him, bracing myself against the cushions.
“Elise…” Luca panted, tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging on it until my scalp burned.
“Do it…” I growled, pushing back against him.
Three hard, fast grunts later and Luca exploded with a growl. His thick, heavy cock pulsating inside me, triggering me again.
Leaning down over my back, Luca’s warmth felt so good against me. He might’ve fucked me hard and fast and into the middle of next week, but the way he wrapped himself around me made me feel loved and cherished.
“Hey, Luca?” I murmured, tangling my fingers with his.
“Mmm,” he purred sleepily.
“I love you.”
I’d thought it was going to be hard to say the actual words. I’d known I was in love with Luca for a while now, but admitting it, telling him had me tied up in knots. Right now, in this moment though, it just felt right.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Luca’s weight lifted off me and he pulled out, leaving me feeling cold and empty and more than a little silly. While I was trying not to burst into tears, Luca toed off his shoes and kicked away his pants before helping me to stand and spinning me around, but he didn’t say a word.
Staring at my feet, I felt ridiculous walking around in only a pair of sparkling silver stilettos. With the silence hanging in the room like a bad smell, I headed for the bathroom. Regret flooding me. I wondered if I could yell, ‘just kidding’ and we could pretend I’d never said it.
“Where are you running off to?”
“Nowhere,” I lied as tears started to fill my eyes.
“Elise.” My name fell from his lips full of authority, freezing me where I stood.
Luca moved around the room like he owned it. I couldn’t look at him. I knew if I looked up and saw disgust or pity on his face, I’d shatter into a million pieces. But Luca being Luca wasn’t playing along. With his finger under my chin, he lifted my face until I was meeting his intense gaze. Blinking back the tears, I bit the inside of my cheek.
“I love you too.” He smiled softly.
Staring at him like an idiot, my heart almost burst. I was waiting for the joke, but it never came. He bent his head and placed a feather-light kiss on my lips.
“You do?”
“Of course.”
“You sure you’re not just saying that?”
“Absolutely not.”
Breaking free of his grasp, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed myself against him. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his cock twitching against my stomach. This man was something else. He had stamina and then some. Trying to ignore the insistent throbbing snake between us, I held on tight.
Eventually I let go and took a step back. Perching my arse on the end of the bed, I reached down to undo the clasp on my shoes. I’d looked like a cheap hooker long enough
.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking my shoes off.” Wasn’t it obvious?
“Not yet.”
Luca dropped to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my breath coming out in short sharp gasps.
Instead of answering, Luca tweaked one of my nipples before pushing me back on the bed and wedging his shoulders between my knees.
“Luca…my shoes?”
“Leave them.”
Before I had a chance to say anything, Luca’s talented tongue licked along my seam, making me writhe and moan. Damn the boy had skills. I lasted barely a minute before he added a couple of fingers to his teasing and my back was arching off the bed.
“Luca, I need you to fuck me,” I demanded, attempting to clamp my thighs together.
“Not yet,” Luca denied, increasing the pressure of his tongue on my needy clit.
“Now! Luca! Fuck me now or so help me God I’ll do it myself!”
With one final lick, one that made me shudder, Luca stood up and moved away. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as he grabbed his wallet before throwing it away and turning back to me.
“I…I don’t have anything.”
“You don’t have anything?” My brain cells weren’t exactly firing on all cylinders right now.
“We’re out of condoms.” The disappointment in Luca’s voice was undeniable. Staring at his perfect penis pointing at his stomach with an angry purple head, I threw all reason out the window.
“I’m clean and I have the implant.”
“You sure?”
“Luca! Fuck me.” I didn’t even care who heard me beg.
“I’ve never gone bare before,” Luca admitted, as he prowled towards me.
“I know.”
“You do?”
“Luca! Stop talking. Start fucking.”
“Yes, ma’am.” With one hard thrust, Luca pushed inside me and within minutes had me seeing stars.
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