Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (31 page)

“I
need to know that I can do this, that I’m strong enough, because right now I
don’t feel it. If I’m not, Lucas, I have to walk away,” I said as his gaze
darkened and I couldn’t read his expression at all. I stood, grabbing my bag, ready
to leave.

“Why
do I feel like I’ve just been topped from the fucking bottom?” he said as I
shook my head, leaving the room and the club and not looking back. I had to
prove to myself that I was capable of continuing down this path and enforced
abstinence from Lucas was the only way I could do that, however crazy it
seemed.

I
walked through the main gates, wishing I wasn’t wearing heels and wondering
where the hell the bus stop was, pulling my coat tightly around my shivering
body as I paced the tarmac of the long country road when I heard the car approaching
slowly behind me.

“Get
in,” said the firm voice as the door opened and I slid into the back seat as we
sat in silence. “I’m taking you home, baby,” Lucas said softly as I nodded, his
big firm hand sliding over mine in an intimate show of support as I turned to
look at him, smiling softy.

“I
am sorry,” I said as he nodded, running the soft pad of his thumb over my
knuckles as we made our way back to the city.

We
were both deep in thought when we pulled up at the apartment and said our goodbyes,
the look on his face suggesting he wasn’t sure who was being punished the most
now, and the thought filled me with hope, knowing that I’d taken back some
control. However excruciating a week without Lucas would be, the thought of
losing myself over a man I could never have completely was infinitely worse.

CHAPTER 25

I
threw myself into work and the party for the club for four days straight,
finalising the details I’d agreed with Zac and it was completely over the top
and absolutely absurd.

“Christ
on a bike, Sis, what the hell sort of party is this?” laughed Chas as she
looked through the outfits I was requesting the waiting staff wear.

“It’s
a really exclusive sex club,” I grinned as she shook her head in astonishment.

 
“What are you doing about food?” she asked and
I couldn’t control the broad smile that spread across my face.

“I
want you to provide it, but it needs to be cold, nothing hot,” I laughed as she
eyed me suspiciously.

“Why
not?” she asked seriously as I took a deep breath, not certain what on earth
she would make of my outrageous plan.

“We’ll
be serving it off naked bodies,” I smiled, showing her the images I’d
downloaded as she stared at me aghast.

 
“Where do you expect to find people who’ll
agree to that?” she gasped.

“I’ve
already done it. We’re paying them a fortune but the effect will be worth it.”

“I
hope their genitals will be covered, Jess, that’s got to break every hygiene
law in the book,” she almost shouted as I nodded.

 
“Very small flesh coloured thongs. So we need
food that’s not covered in sauce, can be placed in small wrappings and won’t
bring our models out in a rash,” I said, knowing it was a pretty tall order as
she sat there in muted shock, shaking her head.

“I
can’t wait to tell Patrick this one,” she said as I shrugged.

“It
will be fun, Chas, but be careful who you employ, it’s pretty full on in there,
you’ll need to warn them,” I smiled.

“Will
Charlie be there?” she asked suddenly as I shook my head.

“No,
this is nothing to do with Hunter Enterprises. It’s a private client,” I said,
certain that Lucas would have mentioned it if he was. She let out a small sigh
of relief and I wasn’t sure why, but didn’t get the chance to ask.

 
“Is this something to do with Lucas?” she
asked as I nodded and she stared at me momentarily wide eyed. She had an idea
of what we did, but this was a whole new level. “You do all this stuff with
him?” she asked as I nodded; not altogether certain whether it was past or
present tense. Today my week of abstinence was up and I was hoping to find out.

I
didn’t want to talk about it any further and I could see she was gearing up
with a barrage of unwelcome questions about my love life, saved by the ringing
phone on my desk. “Evangelista and Hunter,” I answered.

 
“Get your gorgeous, sexy arse up to my office
now,”
came
the low deep voice as my heart flipped all
over my chest, unable to stave off the grin that was breaking all over my face.

“From
that expression I’m guessing that was the dickwad,” she said as I cast
her an
icy glare.

“I’ve
got a meeting. Go and sort out this food situation,” I laughed, standing to
leave as she gathered the mock up photos from my desk and pulled on her coat.

“This
is going to be one wild ride,” she grinned, hugging me before she left, not
knowing that it was exactly what I was thinking but for entirely different
reasons.

I
couldn’t get up there fast enough, desperate to see the man I had missed so
much and thankful that the abstinence was over. The first three days had been
hell on earth. He had reassured me with his words as I’d broken down at the club,
but the plethora of emotions was difficult to reconcile. I had done it, I was
strong enough, but I never wanted to go a week again, knowing it was the worst
punishment he could ever inflict. It was a tricky situation. He wanted to know
how I felt and I knew from now on that I’d tell him, no matter how difficult or
awkward it might be.

Melody’s
desk was empty as I walked in, knocking lightly and pushing open the door to
Lucas’s office tentatively as he looked up from his desk, his face set as I
smiled brightly, flooded with warmth just at the sight of him. He stood,
rounding the desk and beckoning me over to the large sofa that spanned the side
wall of his room.

I
took a seat, looking up at him, his expression unreadable as I cast him a
puzzled frown. Was he happy to see me? I couldn’t tell.

“How
have you been?” he asked eventually as I blew out a huge sigh, my natural
reaction to the punishment I’d incurred.

 
“Not great. It’s been a horrible week,” I said
as he nodded slowly, sitting next to me, hands twisted in his lap and a deep
frown set on his brow.

 
“It’s not going to work, Jess,” he said as I
stared at him, wide eyed and swallowing hard, my churning stomach in knots at
the look on his face as he reached across, stroking my hair gently away from my
face and gazing into my eyes.

“What
do you mean?” I asked, panicked and unsure, a thousand questions raging in my
mind. I’d tried so hard to stay away after my meltdown, thought I’d done well
and I couldn’t grasp what he was saying, suddenly trying to stave off the
tears. This was not turning out how I expected.

“I
know I messed up, Lucas, but I tried really hard to stay away,” I said,
glancing up at him as he smiled, laughing softly.

“Yeah
I know, I was kind of hoping you’d crack,” he said as my brow creased. What?

“I
don’t understand,” I said eventually, breaking the silence as he grabbed me
suddenly, pulling me onto his lap, enveloping me in strong arms and planting a
soft, lush kiss on my mouth as I turned to look at him. God, I’d missed that.

I
kissed him back, tenderly at first then harder, unable to pull away. Perhaps I
shouldn’t but I didn’t care, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him
further into me. His lips were like a drug and I’d abstained for far too long,
teasing his mouth open with my tongue, the low groan in his throat spurring me
on. I moaned against him, suddenly frantic and hurried, desperate to taste him,
devour him and feel every beautiful inch of him as he lifted me, throwing me
against the soft leather and trapping me underneath him. Now he was in control.

The
feel of his body, his taste and his smell were intoxicating, his warm hands
gliding across my body as I touched him everywhere I could reach. We were needy
and passionate, consumed in one another, raging lust overtaking everything
else. Our merged lips never broke contact as he unbuttoned my dress, letting it
fall open as he stroked my nipples through the thin lace of my bra and I gasped
out loud.

There
was no stopping me now as I grabbed his shirt, pulling mercilessly as he
gripped my wrists tightly, throwing them over my head. “Don’t move,” he growled
dangerously as I moaned against his mouth, loving the intimacy and the demands
I had missed so much. I arched my body further into his, gasping as his teeth
gently bit my nipples, releasing them from the prison of my bra and sending a
surge of electricity straight between my thighs.

“Oh
God, I missed you, Sir,” I whispered breathily, feeling the length of his
erection pushing against me as a low deep groan rumbled through his throat. I
spread my legs instinctively, opening myself to him, inviting him in and
resisting the urge to move my arms and pull him deeper into me. He had told me
not to move them and that was enough – they may well have been bound with rope,
such was my instinct to obey.

He
stroked his hand firmly over my shivering skin, pulling at my panties and
watching as the strings of the thong burned deep red grooves into the sides of
my hips as I moaned out loud. He had no implements but he was marking me, his
eyes blazing as my skin changed colour. I was his and he was leaving me
something to make sure I remembered that, not that I needed reminding. The man
was incredible and impossible to forget, dominating my body and my mind in a
way that was almost inconceivable.

He
was pulling the fabric slowly and strongly, tearing it free from my searing
flesh before the pain became unbearable and he inhaled deeply, my glistening
pussy demanding and ready and every inch of it on show for him.

“I
can smell your need, baby,” he said, blue eyes eclipsed by huge pools of black
as they gazed into mine and he enveloped my swollen lips with a determination
that almost sent me over the edge. Juices seeped onto my thighs in a wanton
display of neediness, and I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone walked in now. I
cared about nothing else but the beautiful man on top of me and claiming his
body as he had claimed mine.

“Please,
Sir,” I begged as his eyes flashed in lustful satisfaction. Patience was a lesson
I still hadn’t mastered and not one I wanted to learn now. Watching Lucas undo
his zipper and free his huge, thick cock, I knew he was in no mind to teach me.

He
rolled a condom tightly over the bulging veins as I licked my lips, taking in the
glorious sight of that delectable shaft, crying out as he plunged it inside me,
my insides contracting firmly around him. “Fuck, baby, yes,” he groaned as I
cried out my satisfied response, revelling in the feel of Lucas, hot and hard
and pounding into me. His need was as palpable as mine and he swathed me in
pleasure, familiar spasms gripping my insides as he kissed and nibbled the
sweet spot at the apex of my neck.

“Come
for me, Jess, show me how much you missed me baby,” he growled, grabbing my
throat with his hand, resting it firmly against the skin he’d ignited with his
kisses. The sudden fierce change in contact was intoxicating and confusing as
he stared into my eyes, pushing harder as I gasped for breath. I was coming
apart and unravelling beneath him, gasping for air as an almighty orgasm ripped
through my body, cloaking every cell in ecstasy as I screamed his name. He was
rolling out my pleasure, unrelenting with his punishing thrusts, those small
waves building again before they had even subsided. He resumed his kisses
against the skin of my neck, hands gripping my hair roughly before drawing me
into a kiss so demanding it sucked the very air from my lungs.

Suddenly
without warning he flipped me over as I cried out, immediately missing the
pressure on my demanding clit as he spanked my arse, hoisting it high into the
air before spreading my cheeks wide. “I sincerely hope you have no plans
tomorrow, sweetheart, because I doubt you’ll be able to walk.”

I
heard him spit before I felt the burst of wetness against my arse and his hands
moved slowly across my folds, gathering up my juices and merging them with his
own.

It
should have felt demeaning and undignified but it didn’t, it just felt
incredible. If it was humiliating, I was wallowing in it and growing wetter by
the second. “You made me wait a fucking week and now I’m going to take what no
one else has” he said firmly, the deep sexual aggression in his voice making me
moan out loud and I knew that Lucas was as lost in me as I was in him.

The
thought was intoxicating. Mr in control couldn’t control himself now as he
forced me open wider, spitting again and inserting two fingers hard and fast
inside my arse as I gasped in pain or pleasure, I wasn’t sure. The feeling was
new, raw and unusual. It would be tight and it would hurt, but I didn’t care. Unravelling
Lucas was what I wanted and needed more than anything, knowing that in turn
would unravel me as I felt the wide end of his cock nudging against my virgin
hole.

“Oh
God, Lucas,” I cried out, trying to open myself as fear clenched me tight, but
he wasn’t letting me go.

“It’s
Sir,” he growled, grabbing and squeezing my tits so hard I yelped. “Relax and it
won’t hurt as much, but either way you’re getting fucked in the arse,” he said,
his voice so deep and raspy, dripping with sex and I knew there was no way out,
not that I wanted one. I gasped as his fingers moved back to my tender hole,
opening me wider until the very tip of his cock was inside.

He
forced himself inside me, invading the burning cells as I screamed out loud,
trying to relax and stop the fierce resistance of my body that was only serving
to heighten the sudden pain.

“Stop
fighting it,” he demanded and with one punishing thrust he was in, all in,
grunting expletives as my eyes glazed, lost in the feelings and sensations
battering my body.

It
was lust, it was anger, it was passion and it was abstinence, all merging in an
explosive cocktail of need as I took every powerful inch of Lucas’s hard cock,
moaning as his hand found my yearning clit. I was drowning again in the burning
pain and the feeling of fullness, craving more and wanting everything Lucas had
to give.

“Never.
Behave.
That. Way. Again,” he said aggressively, punctuating every word with a deep
thrust, each more powerful than the last as my head swirled with emotion, my
body swamped in pain and pleasure as bright lights burst behind my eyelids. The
bundle of nerves erupted under Lucas’s expert touch as I felt my insides clamp
even tighter around his cock. “Fuck, Jess,” he groaned, shuddering behind me as
we came apart together and I fell forward onto the couch, my shaky legs
collapsing underneath me at the sheer intensity of it all.