I rose, willing to follow any command.
He returned to my breast as a hand slipped into my jeans. Through my underwear he touched me.
“Fuck. So wet,” he grunted. I groaned, pulling his head back to my breast as I pushed against his fingers.
“Luc… please.”
I didn’t know what I wanted. Or maybe I did. I didn’t know. I just knew I wanted more. More of this, more of him, more of how he made me feel.
His fingers dipped further, pushing aside my underwear.
A knock on the side of the van snapped us back to reality.
“Yo! Luc! You in there?”
“Fuck!” Luc ripped my shirt down, hand withdrawing.
What? No!
“Jim, stay the fuck out!” he yelled.
There was a pause, then a quiet chuckle from outside as I rolled off Luc, both of us frantically readjusting clothing.
“I’m not coming in, you sicko. Just letting you know you got ten.” The gravel crunched as Jim walked away.
I blushed furiously as I redid the button on my jean. My head dipped, hair hiding my burning face.
Luc gently brushed my hair back, drawing my face up to look at him. He offered a wry smile.
“You okay?”
I nodded, too embarrassed to speak.
“I shouldn’t… that got a little out of hand.” He blew out a breath. “Sorry.”
I gave a half shrug.
“You’re…” He raked his gaze over my face. “Gorgeous. Don’t be embarrassed, Keys.”
A small smile tugged at my mouth. “I am, but only that we got caught. I just… I’m more upset that he… stopped us.”
Luc barked out a laugh. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His lips came back to mine.
These kisses were slow. They weren’t frantic, though they still held an edge of controlled want. When we finally left the van I still burned. I could feel how wet I remained. I desperately wanted him.
Was I embarrassed? Sure. But more than that? I was so freaking happy I wasn’t broken.
Luc settled me on a table near the dancefloor. I clocked Jetta and Pax as they entered. Luc waved them over before dropping a kiss on my lips.
“Later.” He winked, disappearing, his bandmates already starting to assemble on the stage.
Jetta gave me a look as she handed me a glass.
“What?” I accepted the offered soft drink, taking a long sip.
“You’re flushed.”
“It’s hot in here.” I didn’t care that I was staring at Luc’s hands as he picked up his guitar. Those hands were magic.
“Your lips are swollen,” she accused, eyes narrowing.
I couldn’t stop the grin. “Are they?”
She leaned in, staring intently at my chin. “You have beard burn!”
I chuckled.
“Spill!”
I shrugged, taking a sip of my drink. Luc smiled at me from the stage as he waited for the guys to settle.
“Fines” she huffed, settling into the seat beside me. “But I am so telling Addie.”
I rolled my eyes at the empty threat. If Addie didn’t know from one look at me that I’d been making out, then there was something wrong with her. Jarrett described her as a sexual savant.
The lights dimmed, and Luc stepped up to the microphone. “Evening, everybody, we’re Behind Utopia, and we’re your musical entertainment for tonight.”
The band launched into their first song. They did covers, and a damn good job at that. Throughout the night, Addie, Kel, Jarrett, and Jack arrived.
By ten o’clock, our group was varying levels of drunk. Pax was sober, Kel also. The rest of our merry gang was everything from tipsy (Simeon) to ready to be wheeled home (Addie). I watched Jarrett eyeing off a guy on the far side of the room.
“I’m going to do that,” he declared, raising his glass.
I tilted my head, squinting at the guy in question. “He’s flirting with someone.”
“They’re not serious.” Jarrett made a sweeping motion. “He’s interested.”
“Really?” Kel drawled dryly. “He doesn’t look it.”
“Oh, just you wait.” Jarrett swung back to the stage, giving Luc a wave. Luc gave him a nod, finishing up the song.
“Thanks, guys, you’ve been great!” Luc told the heaving crowd as they screamed for more. “We’ve got a little surprise for you tonight. We’ve got two great friends of the band in the audience.”
“Oh, fuck.” Jetta’s horrified expletive was just audible over the cheers.
“Give a warm welcome to Jarrett and Jetta!”
Jarrett calmly swept Jetta up, leading her to the stage. Luc swapped his electric out for an acoustic as the band chugged drinks, wiping their sweaty faces.
Pax crossed his arms as he glared at the stage.
“She’ll be fine.” Addie patted his bicep drunkenly. “You know she will.”
A muscle in his cheek ticked as the crowd began to murmur. Jetta’s fame as a lyricist, coupled with her recent singing endeavours, not to mention her recent brush with crime, meant the crowd knew her.
Jarrett handed her a microphone, taking the spare as they stood on stage. Jetta glanced from Jarrett to Luc to Paxton in the crowd. Jetta stared out at the crowd, fiddling with the microphone, her face pale, her eyes deer-caught-in-the-headlights wide.
Jarrett waved a hand. “This is for the hottie over in the corner. You know who you are, good looking.” He winked as Luc strummed the opening bars of Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect Duet.”
Jarrett sang, his eyes on the hot guy across the room. He changed the lyrics from guy to girl. As he got to the part that Beyoncé would normally sing, Jetta, her eyes firmly on Pax took over. Her voice pitched beautifully as she sang. Luc flashed a grin as Jetta and Jarrett brought it home, absolutely smashing it.
I glanced at Pax. He’d dropped his arms, hands now in his pocket as he smiled pure love at Jetta.
#CoupleGoals
They finished to rapacious applause and calls for more. Jarrett looked at Jetta, a quick conversation between them taking place as the crowd, hungry for more, cheered. Finally, they nodded, talking to the band. A moment later the opening bars of the Foo Fighters’, Everlong revved the crowd. The dance floor packed out as Jarrett, Jetta, and Luc took turns belting out the lyrics.
“She’s loving it!” Addie yelled, clinging to Pax as the dancefloor heaved. “Look at her!”
Jetta danced on stage, playing air guitar as Jarrett and Luc sang.
The band revved the crowd up, building to a peak as the set drew to a close.
“Thank you!” Luc yelled over the screams for an encore.
I fought my way back stage, flashing my wrist band at the two security guards. They waved me through. Luc wrapped an arm around my waist, spinning me around, pressing hot kisses to my laughing mouth.
“Emmie! Oh, Emmie let your hair hang down!” he sang, swinging me around until I was dizzy.
He let me slide down his body, his grin wide. “Home?”
I nodded. “But you need to pack up, right?”
“The guys can do it. They owe me.” He pressed another hot kiss to my mouth, handing me his phone. “Order an Uber. We’re leaving.”
In the back of the car we groped, kisses hot and hard as the poor driver tried to ignore our grasping desperation. Arriving at the house, Luc tossed him a fifty on the way out, yelling, “Sorry, dude. Five stars for you!”
Laughing, I pressed the code to the high fence, permitting us access. Inside, Luc chased me up the drive, snagging me near the front door, pressing me into the brick wall, kisses landing on my lips, my cheeks, my neck.
“Inside,” I whispered hoarsely, unable to bear this. “I want…”
He pulled me into him, turning me his back to the door. He flicked the pin on the lock-pad, pressing his thumb to the scanner as he nibbled my collarbone. The door clicked and we tumbled through, hands pulling at clothing, running over bare skin. His shirt dropped near the door, my sho
es in the hall. We tumbled through the lounge, socks coming off, his jeans removed, my hair tie flicking across the room.
“This shirt,” he growled, “drove me crazy all night.”
Well, thank you, Addie.
He bent his head, delving into the deep V. He made a sound of pure delight as his beard dragged along my sensitive flesh.
Yep, I was officially dead. I’d officially died and gone to heaven because once upon a time I’d been utterly convinced there was no way Lucien Falco would ever or was ever going to take me to bed. But here we were. This was happening. THIS WAS HAPPENING.
I am dead. The only possible explanation is that I died the night I was shot. This moment is my afterlife reward. I don’t even care that this isn’t real. You hear that?
I DON’T EVEN CARE!
As we walked, stumbled, and fumbled our way to the bedroom− his bedroom −he finally came up for air, ripping the shirt from my body. In the doorway of his bedroom he stopped, staring at me in the new bra and jeans.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His voice felt like a physical caress.
I flushed, hands hovering, uncertain. He returned to me, helping remove my jeans as we tripped towards the bed. Literally tripped– his floor was littered with clothes.
“You.” I pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Need.” Another kiss. “To clean your room.”
He laughed, pulling me hard against him. “Never.”
Pantless, shirtless, we both fell onto the mattress, hands roaming, mouths searching as we teased.
His long, hard body pressed deliciously against me. His cock sat heavy against my inner thigh as we rolled around the bed, each grasping to be on top. I didn’t mind when he finally won, his weight pinning me as he feasted on my mouth, his hands cupping my breasts. My bra disappeared leaving me in the boy-cut underwear.
He withdrew, pressing one last kiss to my nipple.
“You ready?” Luc asked, our gaze meeting as he stroked my cheek.
“Yeah.” My hands were already on his briefs. Slowly, I pushed them down as he rose. I managed to get them to his lower thighs before he took over, quickly shedding them, his cock now free.
I took a moment to admire the fact I had done this. He was hard, and it was all because of me.
I reached out a hand, but he swatted it away, smiling. “Nope, not till I see you.”
Uh-oh. Moment of truth. It was his turn to undress me. Slowly, he peeled my underwear down, revealing a part of me I hadn’t thought I would ever let another person see.
When I lived in Melbourne, my housemate had given me a vibrator. He and his boyfriend had sat me down and explained that while they knew I didn’t want to date, selfcare was incredibly important. I’d never gotten up the guts to try it. For me, sexual desire had always had a rottenness about it. My childhood and my rape hadn’t prepared me for the actuality of healthy sexuality.
Luc was helping. It didn’t mean I had no hang ups, just that I was trying with someone I trusted. When I’d been by myself, I’d often found it difficult to imagine anything but that night. With Luc, he distracted me with wicked words and delicious lips, replacing the bad memories with moments so utterly perfect I had no choice but to hoard them on my soul.
As he threw my underwear across the room, I had a moment to consider if I wanted this. He was moving slow, no matter how fast and passionate this felt, he took each escalation slowly. Drawing it out. Letting me lead.
He dropped back down, this time beside me, one hand propping up his head, the other reaching out to trace soft circles around my breasts.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Waiting.”
“For what?”
“For the uncertainty to leave.” He bent down, sliding his nose against mine, lips gently pressing a kiss to my forehead. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m happy with this.”
Oh crap.
Yep.
There it was.
I love you.
I opened my mouth before shutting it tight. God. He was such a good guy.
How did one tell their partner they were ready for sexy time? Did you say, I want your penis in me? Was there some kind of phallic-shaped bat symbol I could use? Why had no one invented mood-ring contact lenses?
I rolled towards him, tired of the distance between us. My hand immediately went to his cock, grasping it. His response was more than gratifying.
The groan, the kisses, the needy sucking of my breasts as he showed me how to stroke him.
He worked his way down my body, breaking my grip on his cock as he nipped, kissed, sucked, and licked his way down. I raised up on elbows, eyes wide.
“Relax.” He winked before his mouth closed over me.
Tongue.
Hot.
Shit.
Fuck.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
He worked my clit, licking and sucking as I shuddered under him, incoherent. I clutched his—
Wait, is that his hair? Oh God, who cares? Just don’t let him stop—
“Fuck,” I groaned.
He curled a finger into me, rumbling a sound of pleasure.
“Tight,” he told me as his finger coaxed a response. “Do you like this?”
“More,” I demanded, pushing his head back down. His laughter brushed against me as he licked, his tongue doing wonderfully erotic things to sensitive parts of me.
“Like that!” I moaned, feeling it build, reaching, panting. He shifted his finger, just a fraction, and that was it. I tipped over the edge. My body squeezed around his finger as my whole reason for existing became this feeling. This wonderful, pleasure-pain.
I found myself panting, a sweaty, swearing, magnificently glorious mess. Luc hovered, one hand stroking my side as he watched.
“Hey.” I offered him a shy grin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
“What?”
“You’re so beautiful. Perfect.” He replied. I felt his cock jump against my leg.
“You’re pretty beautiful, yourself.” I reached down grasping him. He huffed out a chuckle-groan.
“God. You’re–”
“Ready,” I interrupted, pulling him towards me. “So, damn ready.”
“Shit,” he whispered, halting his movement. “Condom.”
I let him go, watching as he rolled it on. He returned to me, just as hot and hard.
His cock nudged my entrance as he slowly eased in, the vein in his neck pulsing. His blue eyes raked my face, waiting, watching, making sure I enjoyed it.
I loved how he filled me, moved in me. I loved how his weight pressed into me. My fingers raked up his back as he thrust, his growly voice whispering praises and curses, muttering filthy sentences as he drove into me.
“Come for me,” he demanded, one hand reaching down to finger my clit. He rolled his finger once, twice, and I came, hard, wet and full, my body clenching around him.
We collapsed. A wet, sticky, panting mess. He made a move to roll off, but I clasped him, arms and legs tight around his body.
“No,” I mumbled into his shoulder. “Stay.”
He did, pressing kisses to my neck as we cooled.
The night was cold, true winter having arrived. Finally, chilled, and too tired to stay awake much longer, we separated. I went to tidy up, he disposed of the condom and secured the house. We met back in the bed.
“Good?” he asked, pulling me into him.
“Yeah.” I grinned into the darkness. “Really good.”
His chuckled quietly. “I’m glad.”
I smiled, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer “Me too.” I hesitated, then gave in, admitting my deepest fear. “I was worried I’d freeze.”
“Were you thinking about it?”
“No. You successfully distracted me.”
We both chuckled. His fingers lazily caressed my shoulder.
“Thank you for putting in the effort.”
“Beautiful, you are not effort.”
“Still.” I lifted a shoulder, shrugging. “You never rushed me. And I know you wanted to.”
“I’ve been hard for months,” he admitted.
I dropped my hand to his stomach, fingers inching further down. “I mean, do you need me to…?”
He laughed, halting my wandering by knitting our fingers together and resting our hands on his stomach.
“We can go all night another time. This is your first, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep. I promise, you can use my body to your heart’s content tomorrow.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
“Dear God, I’ve unleashed a monster.”
I slapped a hand to his chest, grinning. “Maybe.”
“Night, Keys.”
“Night, Luc.”
Chapter Forty
Emmie
Luc delivered on his promise. I woke with a mouth on my breasts, and it deteriorated– or perhaps improved? –from there.
We stayed in bed, devouring each other, ravenous in our need. Luc finally pulled me out of bed in the early afternoon, laughing at my protests.
“I need food. You need food. We need to eat, hydrate, gain sustenance,” he told me between kisses.
“Boo.” I pouted, pressing myself into him. “Just once more?”
“No.” He smacked my butt, laughing at my squeak. “Shower, dress, then food. Besides, I need to go to the shops. My family’s coming.”
I froze on the way to the bathroom. “Sorry?”
“Tonight. My parents are coming. And my siblings. And their partners. And the kids. It’s my weekend.”
I turned, horror dawning. “Your weekend?”
“Family dinner. We do it once a month. Tonight’s my turn.” He was checking his phone, eyes on the screen. If he’d been looking at me he’d have seen the abject terror on my face.
“Here? They’re coming here?”
“Yeah. ’Bout seven.”
I spun, running to the bathroom and locking myself in.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Shit.
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror, hyperventilating.
“Em? Keys?” The door handle twisted as Luc tried to enter. “You okay?”
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