Desired (Restless Nights) (5 page)

I hummed my approval, my mouth hadn’t been filled and satisfied like this since the day I’d left for San Francisco. Since the last time I’d had his perfect cock between my lips. It was hard to control myself as his tongue worked feverishly against my swollen pearl of nerves. In all actuality I would have been drenched just from giving him oral. His groans of approval and the way he held my hair and pumped into my mouth had waves of pleasure crashing over my every nerve ending. I tried like hell to hold back my orgasm to make sure he released his pleasure, but one final thrust of his tongue and pinch of my clit had flames of ecstasy whipping and licking through me.

“
Lucca,
” my scream of his name was garbled by his cock twitching and jerking in my mouth as he found his release. His hot pleasure filled my mouth and I moaned as the familiar taste of him coated my taste buds and flooded down my throat. 

****

My body was relaxed, the sound of Lucca’s deep breathing should have lolled me to sleep. If not his breathing and steady heartbeat thumping beneath my ear, the late hour should have sent me to a deep dreamscape.  However my mind wouldn’t stop long enough for the sandman to pay me a visit. If I wasn’t pondering over the past four days and finding Lucca as a valid part of my life once again, it was nerves over him heading to the warehouse without me. I glanced at the clock, three hours. In three hours Lucca would be headed out to catch my stalker. The thought that someone bothered to stalk me was beyond ridiculous. Lucca rolled, our bodies intertwined he ended up pulling me fully on top of him.

“You need to sleep, Kenz,” he murmured groggily. Not opening his eyes, he dragged me further up his body and I tucked my face into the crook of his neck. He stroked my hair softly. “What’s keeping you awake?”

“A busy brain,” I said with as much of a shrug as I could manage while locked me in his arms.

“Are you worried about tomorrow still?”

“Sure… I mean, I feel like everything is in place. I am in your arms, you’re in my bed and I don’t want to lose that again.”

He adjusted us, so we were on our sides. He pulled back enough that I could see his eyes from the moonlight that filtered in through the open bathroom door.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Nothing is going to happen tomorrow, other than us capturing the person harassing you.”

I licked my lips and nuzzled my face back into the crook of his neck. “Get some sleep, Lucca. I want you at your best tomorrow.”

He pressed a half kiss to my cheek and soon fell back into that deep sleep he’d been in only moments before.

I snuggled deeper into his embrace, my mind still wandering as I closed my eyes. I couldn’t help but feel like this was a surreal moment and that something was destined to come between us again. My mind drifted to the first time I saw Lucca. It was my freshman year and he was a junior. He was on the varsity football team, and the junior class president. Cam and I were new that year, mom having moved us again, because she couldn’t keep her head out of the bottle to keep a job. She had burned all her contacts and opportunities in our former area of Sacramento.

Cam joined the football team. Lucca and he became fast friends. Lucca never cared that we weren’t well off, he never cared that we lived in a little house in a not so great part of town. He was a good man then and a good man now. It seemed unbelievable that he forgave and accepted me back so easily. It was an opportunity I would not take for granted and I would fight for us just as I told him. All though I had to admit that coming face to face with Derek Blackwell was not something I was excited about. The man was cold and intimidating, but for Lucca I would take on the Hounds of Hell, he was worth it.

I don’t know when sleep finally took me, but my dreams were perfect as I relived parts of my past.

The lake stretched out in front of us. Cam was off on the jet ski, while Lucca and I soaked up the sun.

My eyes were closed to the bright rays, but they cracked as a shadow fell across my face. Lucca was back lit by warm yellow
rays as he reached down and pulled me up into his arms and then over his shoulder.

“Lucca, don’t you dare
!” I had shrieked as he made his way to the water.

He laughed with impish intent as the water reached past his waist.

“You have a choice Kenz… I can throw you in the water or I can set you in the water.”

“What will make your decision?” I asked.

“It depends on how nice you are to me for the next thirty seconds”

I
smirked, though he couldn’t see it, and reached down slapping his ass. “Is that nice enough?”

Lucca laughed, the deep, warm sound sent shivers through my body. It was a sound I loved to hear.
He adjusted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I cupped his face and kissed him tenderly.

When he
pulled back he smiled at me. Little dimples forming on his gorgeous sun kissed face.

“I love you
, Mackenzie”

It was the first time he told me he loved me and it was the first time all the negative pieces in my life seemed to no longer matter. They drifted away on the summer breeze and I felt light and loved for the first time in my life.

Kenzi was still sleeping with a soft smile gracing her face when I got up to get ready to head off to the warehouse. I sighed, not wanting to leave her. I leaned over to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her arms reached out to circle my neck an adorable whimper left her soft lips as she pulled me back to her.

“No,” she whispered. “Stay.”

I smiled and kissed her lips tenderly. “I have to go, Kenz.”

“No,” she said again her voice a little louder this time. “Ten more minutes.”

I chuckled and let her pull me back to the bed, I drew her into my arms. She was torturing me as her naked body wrapped around me.

She smiled. “I love that sound.”

I rubbed her back and waited until her breathing deepened. Once I was sure she was asleep again I slipped from her arms and pulled the covers back over her.

“I love you, Kenz.”

I moved quietly from the room, closing the door silently behind me.

John was in the kitchen a fresh cup of coffee in hand. He smirked as he looked to the clock. “You’re running late.”

“She’s not easy to leave… especially when she’s in
bed  na—nevermind.”

John chuckled. “I bet. So much for her just being a client.”

“She’s always been everything, even when she left I was never actually mad at her. I love her to much to hold anger. I can’t believe I lost five years with her because of my prick father.”

John nodded. “Well, as soon as you get to that warehouse and find this bastard, you guys can make up for the lost time.”

I arched a brow. “I have a phone call to make as well.”

“Give him hell, Luc.”

****

The phone rang and I waited to hear the deep voice that dripped with condescending superiority.

“Lucas, I am surprised to see you calling me.”

“Hello father,” I said coldly.

“I recognize that tone, tell me Lucas what unimaginable wrong have I done now?”

“I am on a job,” I stated. “Have you been watching the news? A model was attacked outside a club in San Francisco last week.”

I was met with silence so I continued. “You might recognize the name
Mackenzie Night
?”

“Sure, she’s the one they call America’s Sweetheart. What does this have to do with that tone in your voice?”

I scoffed. “Do you really not realize who she is? Did you hate her so much that her name doesn’t even tickle at your memory? Well let me help you, she’s the woman I’ve loved for the past seven years, the one I planned to marry, the one who broke my heart when she left. The one who left because of you! You threatened her and as a result of that she ran off along with her brother, Cameron. Do you remember her now?”

“What’s the point of this conversation Lucas?” he asked, sounding bored.

“You’re not going to deny it?” I asked angrily.

“Why would I? I did tell the girl to leave you. She wasn’t good enough for this family and I will take credit for what has come of her. I assume the hundred dollars I threw at her was what paid for her gas to San Francisco, she has a career now.”

“You are a piece of work. I won’t let her go again, and this conversation is over.”

“Just because she has a career in modeling doesn’t change anything. She still doesn’t fit into this family, Lucas, and she won’t be accepted into it.” His voice was icy but he never raised it, he was detached as he spoke of cutting me out of my family.

I shook my head, saddened by the conversation. “Well it’s a good thing that I haven’t relied on you in many years, I own my own company, I own my own home and the lake house is now in my name. Mackenzie and I will create our own family to belong to. I am sure my mom will gladly be a part of it. Goodbye father.”

With my final goodbye to the man who had manipulated my past for most of my life
, I pulled up to the building Vincent and Gene had set up shop in. locking up the Suburban, I made my into the dilapidated building up a set of steel steps and into the smaller office style room where Vincent sat looking out the cracked windows.

“What do you know?” I asked grabbing a chair to sit next to him.

The room smelled of sea water, piss, and mold. I felt bad that he and Gene and been there all night.

Vincent shook his head. “Nothing to solid, but a white van has cruised by the front of the warehouse a couple times. Gene is running the plates.”

I nodded. “I’ll go check in with him.”

Gene was kicked back near his own cracked window that gave him a perfect view of the back of the warehouse, his laptop in his lap as he typed furiously.

“What do you know?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I am not sure he’s our guy”

“You know who owns the van already?”

“I do, and somehow I doubt he’s sent any letters to Mackenzie. I doubt he could even spell half of the words in those letters.”

I grunted. “Hired muscle?” I guessed.

Gene dipped his chin. “That would be my guess, we can handle this.  Go back Mackenzie and I’ll call you if we learn anything.”

I nodded and headed back to the Suburban. The white van passed me as I reached the driver’s side. His gaze locked on me before he sped off.

Well crap.

“Is there something you could be doing to keep yourself occupied?” John asked, his eyes tracing my steps as I paced the hall.

“I can’t be calm, shouldn’t you have heard from him by now?” I asked
, my hands landing on his my hips.

John chuckled. “He’s under your skin… you’ve been under his for years.”

I stopped and eyed him fastidiously. “I never wanted to hurt him,” I told him. It mattered to me that John know that. He was important to Lucca and I wanted him understand that Lucca was important to me too. “And I never will again”

John smiled and nodded his head. “I’ve met Derek Blackwell the man is an asshole and I find it completely believable that he would pull that crap on the two of you.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

John dipped his chin. “I need to grab a shower
. Try not to wear a hole in the floor. I’ll be back in fifteen. Stay inside, okay?”

“You got it,” I agreed.

I flopped to the couch, grabbing one of Avery’s books. I had the entire Crimson Heart series signed by my favorite author. The phone next to the couch buzzed altering me that someone was at the gate. Setting my book down, I hit the speaker button.

“Kenzi? Are you there?”

“Dana?” My brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

“Shit girl, I talked to Cam last night and I was worried, open this damn gate, please.”

I chewed my lip. Dana was one of the other models that Cam managed, we weren’t exactly friends, but we did work together occasionally.  Grabbing the remote I flipped on the TV and checked the gate camera. The dark haired runway model had her thick locks hidden beneath a water colored scarf. Dana slipped her thousand dollar
D&G’s
down the bridge of her nose and arched a perfectly manicured brow. Her eyes looked different on the black and white screen, but they pierced through the security camera lens none the less.

I sighed. She was alone in her little red convertible. Grabbing the handset I punched in the code and watched on the TV as she hit the gas and headed towards the house.

Pushing off the couch, I put my book back on the shelf and went to greet her. I opened the door as she stepped from her car. She pasted a smile on her full lips.

“What are you doing here, Dana?”
I asked as I she moved up the porch steps.

“You’re a hard woman to track down,” she said coolly as she rummaged through her bag. Her hand whipped out, a flash of silver glistening in the sun had me backing up.

“What the hell?” I shrieked as she pointed the pistol at me.

I stared at her, my brain refusing to link what it saw with rational thought. The woman had a fucking gun pointed at me!

“Get in the house,” she ordered, pushing me back with each step she took forward.

“Your security is smart, I’ll give you that.”

My security! I should probably scream for John, but I had little doubt he would hear me over the shower and in all likelihood based on the trigger happy hold Dana had on the gun she may have just shot me as soon as I got a single screamed syllable out.

Dana was still talking as she closed the door and gesturing me towards the living room. “You almost had me, sending that yummy security guard to the warehouse
. Luckily for me, your mystery man from the other night was planning to meet you there, and not me.”

“What’d you do to Lucca?” I demanded.

She sneered at me. “So that’s the infamous Luc Blackwell. I thought so. Though I am surprised Cam brought him in to protect you. From everything I’ve heard the poor heartbroken hottie should have been pleased to hear what had come of the whore who walked away from him”

I shook my head. “How do you know about Luc?”

She smiled. “Well I know that he took pity on you and Cameron while you still lived in that shack, in Sacramento. He and Cameron were on the football team and at some point he fell for his best friends little sister. You were a junior right, and he was already in college. According to what I’ve been told, one night after he dropped you off, you packed a bag and you and Cameron were on the road to the city. Am I getting the facts right?”

I stood there
, shocked as she laid out details I had never told anyone from my new life.

“I don’t know what the fuck you were thinking. The man is gorgeous. He’s definitely
too good for you.”

“How
…? How do you know all of this?”

“Money can buy you anything you want; only poor people believe it can’t.”

She sounded so much like Derek Blackwell, that I could almost imagine his voice saying all of these things. I could feel the cold venom he spewed from the night he convinced me to leave.

“I don’t understand… I… who told you all of this?”

She cackled cruelly. “A private eye, you dim-wit. I know everything, but don’t worry, your precious
Lucca
is just fine.”

I nearly snarled at her, no one called him Lucca but me. “You don’t get to call him Lucca.”

She smiled. “I think I can, I figure when he gets back and finds your bloody body he might need some comfort. As your dear friend, who received an email from you saying you needed some girl time, I will be stopping by in a few hours, and my shoulder will be perfect for him to cry on as he grieves?”

“I didn’t email you.”

“No? That’s so weird. Then why do have an email from you with the address and directions to this God forsaken ranch.”

“You stay away from Lucca.”

She reached up, pulling off the scarf, her once dark hair fell free in waves of platinum blonde. She then slid the sunglasses from her face. Her eyes glared at me in a pale shade of green rather than blue.

“What is this?” I asked.

“You really are an ignorant bitch. Do you think the gorgeous bodyguard will like it? What about your brother, think he’ll notice me now. Maybe work a little harder for my fucking career? You’ve got it all you trash born little whore. You’ve fooled everyone, but I saw through you, money can’t change where you came from.”

“So you, what? Hired some asshole to push me around, then hoped I would show up at some warehouse where he could kill me? That won’t land you jobs you psycho, it will land you in jail.”

“I don’t plan to stick around, and once I delete the security feed no one will ever know I was here.”

I was amazed by the cavalier attitude she used when talking about killing me. She really had lost it all because of some misplaced jealousy.

“Are you seriously that jealous?”

It was an ugly emotion, and with each word the beautiful woman spoke the more her features contorted in my eyes. Her hate turned her into a cruel and ugly individual in my mind.  It was probably ridiculous, seeing as how I made my money off my looks, but if you’re unattractive on the inside, there isn’t enough make-up, air brushing or fancy clothes and accessories to make you anything more than the sum of your core personality. We worked in a cut throat business with a short career expectancy, but that didn’t make these feeling of hers any less outlandish. This was out of control. Dana had a decent career on the runway and in catalogues.

“I don’t know if jealous is the word I would use. You and your brother have stood in my way long enough, and now I am going to get what I deserve.”

My eyes locked with the dark gaze that waited quietly behind her.
“I couldn’t agree more.”