Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (46 page)

Right
now there were no words, just feelings enveloping me as I bathed in the comfort
and pleasure that she offered. I ran my hands over smooth, perfect skin, letting
out a deep carnal groan from low in my throat. I felt the affection, warmth and
the divine beauty as she squeezed her pussy around my throbbing cock, driving
me fucking insane with need.

 
I knew she was close as the familiar flush
crept across her chest, her neck and over her cheeks as I claimed her harder
than I had ever done before. There were no tricks, no toys, but the
indescribable meeting of two minds, bodies and souls to the exclusion of all
others and it was the purest, deepest connection I had ever felt with anyone. It
was adoration, affection and the most demanding of needs, wrapped in an
insatiable desire for her, for more, for everything.

I
was drowning in the silky velvet of that delectable pussy, wetness sliding
across my sensitive nerves as I moaned deeply, rocketing towards the blissful
explosion that would signal my release.

I
tasted her neck, that incredible sweet scent like a call to my senses, driving
me on as I kissed that special spot, feeling the delectable shivers it ignited
through her skin and loving how I affected her that way. She was like an
exquisite instrument, responding to the touch of my lips, her little moans
betraying her pleasure.

“Lucas,”
she gasped as that incredible bliss raced through her, milking my cock with
gripping muscles as I stilled, awash with need as ecstasy consumed me. My cock
jerked inside her, unable to hold back, filling her in an enormous rush of love
that I felt in my very soul.

She
lay back like a goddess, her blond hair falling across the pillow as she gazed
up at me with those beautiful big eyes. She had no fucking idea just how much I
needed her as those soft pink lips opened, words tumbling out as sweet as
treacle and blasting through my haze like gunshot.

“I
love you, Lucas Hunter.”

My
stomach tightened, my heart clenching in a grip so powerful it stole the breath
from my lungs as I stared into her face, my stunned brain unable to take in her
words. My beautiful Cinderella had blindsided me once again as raw emotion
gripped my being, cutting through the blind mist in the fog of grief like a
slither of sunshine.

It
was all I needed to expel the anguish that was haunting me.

Heaving
sobs wracked through my body. I was wrapped in the arms of love, cocooned in a
blanket of warmth and devotion, and for the first time in a long time, I could
drop my guard, open my heart and know that there would be no judgement of my
weakness. I could finally let it go and it felt so fucking good.

I
could release the hurt, the loss, and the crippling devastation with the one
woman who made me feel stronger and more alive than any other. There was the
funeral to organise, the estate and business to divide up, the dawning realisation
that my father had gone, and the overwhelming fear that my younger brother was
lost to us forever. I had to get him back, heal the rift between him and
Charlie before it destroyed us all. There were enemies and threats closing in
from every angle, and those were set to intensify.

We
needed to stick together, to determine our fate and defeat those demons as a
family. Things were changing quickly and irrevocably, the future more uncertain
than it had ever been, but they weren’t thoughts for now.

 
Even in the midst of despair, her light shone
through the darkness like a beacon of brightness, giving me a new cause to
fight for and with it, a surge of renewed hope. “I love you too, baby,” I
whispered, holding her gaze as she gripped me tightly and we curled up together
and cried long into the night.

Tomorrow
I’d be strong for my brothers, but tonight, my beautiful Jess was the strength
behind me.

***

ROMAN
BOOK#2 THE HUNTER BROTHERS SERIES

When the mysterious Roman returns to
the family estate in the aftermath of his father’s funeral, his revelations
threaten the very foundations of the Hunter family, shaking it to its core.
Secrets are revealed and histories unravelled, turning fact into fiction and
changing the course of the future.

He isn’t there to grieve the man that
despised him, and his stay will be short lived, but lured back to face his past
by the beautiful Chastity, Roman is determined to take her into his bed. The
attraction is instant, the chemistry electric and he knows if he can get her
alone there will be only one outcome.

Chastity Evangelista usually lives up
to her name, with a list in place for the ultimate prize she’s determined to
secure, but she doesn’t count on her dangerous and immediate response to the prodigal
brother, riddled with complexities and sizzling with sex appeal.

He’s an unknown quantity and she
doesn’t do those. He’s a weekend hook-up and she doesn’t do those. He is also
the brother of the man with whom she hopes her future lies. But when an
unforeseen twist changes Charlie’s outlook irrevocably, Chastity is left with a
choice to make.

‘Roman was an enigma, a
puzzle; wrapped in a hot hard body, tormented eyes and a soft full mouth that
screamed pure sin. Even here, where the love for him was so palpable you could
feel it; he was distant. Unfortunately, he was also captivating, compelling and
impossible to ignore.

I was here for Charlie.

Roman had other ideas.

This was going to be one
hell of a weekend.’

ROMAN

Chapter One

I hit the sat
nav twice, eventually pulling it from its little sucker and hauling it across
the car. “Why now, you clapped out piece of shit?” I shouted at it, huffing and
puffing, pulling the car to a stop at the side of the country road and checking
my watch for the umpteenth time. Why on earth I’d turned down Charlie’s offer
of a driver was beyond me. It was a momentary flash of insanity that I was
paying for now.

  
Patrick’s niece’s car was as temperamental
as that stupid sat nav and Jess was going to go apeshit. I’d promised her
faithfully I’d be there on time, wondering why I was even bothering.

  
It wasn’t as if I knew Silus Hunter. I
wouldn’t have liked him if I did, after the whole ‘bastard’ comment; but she
wanted me there and so did Charlie, so I’d agreed. At least I’d get to spend
some time with him, so it wasn’t a complete waste of a long weekend off, but as
I looked around at field after field of rolling green, I doubted I’d make it anyway.

     
I hated the country. There were no road
signs, no landmarks and absolutely no way I’d find this elusive church in the
twenty minutes I had before the service started. It wasn’t as if I could turn
up late, just waltz in when I got there. Funerals were like weddings and there
was a certain amount of etiquette involved. My best hope would be to hover in
the churchyard, waiting for them to bring the body out. That way, I could slip
into the following crowd, pretending I’d been sitting in the back all along. I
spotted what looked like a spire in the distance, wondering if I might actually
make it after all.

  
I could make my way on foot, cut across the
fields, but I’d be knee deep in cow shit by the time I arrived. That would be
less acceptable than being late. I slammed the car into first and drove in the
direction of what I hoped would be the church.

It wasn’t. A
least not the church I needed, and I trudged back down to the car, red faced
and swearing under my breath. Who the hell got the wrong bloody funeral? That
could only happen to me, although these villages all looked the same. They
might be chocolate box pretty, but there was no one around to ask for
directions. It was the kind of place where people who tended their gardens
religiously, came to retire. I imagined they were all inside watching TV with a
cup of tea and a chocolate digestive, or napping with their legs covered in
thick tartan blankets. Even the damn Post Office was closed.

Two hours later
I’d finally made it, getting out of the car and tentatively checking the wheel
tread for fur and innards. Oh God, the very thought made me want to heave. The
thing had come from nowhere; speeding across the country lane like some crazy
kamikaze mutant mammal. I’d slammed on the brakes, swerved and tried to avoid
the little fucker, almost landing myself in a ditch. They were lucky I was here
at all; two more feet and I would have been going in that ground alongside
Silus Hunter. I couldn’t even be certain I hadn’t damaged the car. There were
so many dents and scrapes it was difficult to know for sure.

I scanned the
road. Two cars and one Ducati; this wasn’t looking promising. I could see the
flowers at the far end of the graveyard surrounding the large rectangular hole
and made my way towards it. There were no sounds of chatter or organ music
coming from the ancient church, only a pure silence, interrupted occasionally
by the faint sound of bird song in the low afternoon sun. I had definitely
missed it.

I leaned over,
peering into the gaping ground, seeing the walnut coffin at the bottom before I
crouched down to read the notes on the beautiful bouquets. I’d got the right
funeral at least.

“Sorry, Silus,”
I said, sad for the brothers as I worked through the messages of love and
condolence and the enormity of the day finally hit me. I wasn’t good around
death. It was an unhappy reminder of my own mortality and simply served to
remind me of all the things I hadn’t done yet. There were dozens and dozens of
bouquets, beautiful, colourful and artfully arranged and I was happy that the
boys had so much support. It had been a different story for me and Jess when
Mum died.

“He can’t hear
you.”

 
I jumped out of my skin, stumbling backwards
and landing flat on my arse, frightened out of wits. My head snapped to the
right to see a man leaning casually against a huge oak tree, chuckling gently
as I dusted myself down and scrambled to my feet.

“It’s not funny,
are you trying to give me a damn heart attack too,” I snapped, turning to glare
at the impudent stranger. My breath hitched as I caught sight of him properly
for the first time while he just stood there, watching me curiously and
smirking. I was still furious, trying to calm my breathing and steady my heart
that was practically vibrating through my chest.

He was dressed
in a black T-shirt and jeans, with a deep tan and a muscular physique that led
me to think he was probably a grave digger. Well, that and the huge spade that
was leaning against the opposite side of the tree. He certainly looked like he
spent a lot of time outdoors and that was not a body that had been cultivated
at the gym. He looked more like a prize fighter, rugged and dangerous with
thick solid muscles and my heart stopped dead when I took in his face.

His dark hair
and shaded jaw set off the most fabulous bright blue eyes as I cast my glance
over a full mouth that was still smirking at me. There was a small scar at the
side of his eye and he wasn’t perfect, but imperfection suited him. His nose
looked like it had been broken before, which just added to the danger that
emanated from his gaze. This man was hot and I was trying desperately to stifle
my reaction.

“You scared the
life out of me,” I stuttered, blowing out in a long deep breath.

“Yeah, I got
that,” he smiled and I wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or amused. Either way,
it was clear I’d be getting no apology.

“How did you
know him?”

My brain raced
for a moment, trying to figure out the question as I followed his eyes to the
grave; suddenly realising he was talking about Silus. I was so stunned by his
presence, I’d almost forgotten about the body in the ground, only feet away. “I
didn’t,” I mumbled, assessing his face and looking like an idiot as he threw me
a bemused frown. Normally I was sharp with instant wit or a feisty retort, but
I was having trouble functioning, realising immediately that my answer made me
sound like a bit of a fruitcake. I mean, who crept around in graveyards,
talking to dead people they’d never met?

“I promised a
friend I’d come,” I said quickly, trying to justify my strange answer. He
tilted his head slowly, and the fact that he seemed quietly amused at something
had me filled with disquiet and uncharacteristically off kilter.

“What’s your
name?”

“Chastity,” I
said, feeling the moisture evaporating from my mouth as he flashed a wry smile.

“And does it
suit you?” He quirked his eyebrow as I stared at him mutely, wondering what the
hell was wrong with my brain.

I had a hundred,
probably a thousand comebacks for that question. I’d been asked it so many
times over the years that I had the response off to a tee, but right now when I
most needed to, I couldn’t think of a single one. “Yes,” I muttered, almost
inaudibly as the smirk returned and I swallowed hard.

“We’ll see,” he
smiled and my heart was racing. The hot gravedigger was flirting with me and if
he asked, I’d have probably got low down and dirty with him right here in the
graveyard. It was out of character and a fundamentally bad idea, but my
reaction was physical and immediate and something I’d rarely felt before. I
wasn’t certain what was wrong with me. Apart from hotness, he ticked absolutely
no other boxes on my list. He was a manual labourer in the least elegant of
professions, and as cock sure of himself as anyone I’d ever met. You could tell
at first glance he wasn’t marriage material and about as far from my ‘prize’ as
it was possible to get. That said
,
there was
definitely something undeniably captivating about the man. Perhaps it was
because I was surrounded by death today that by brain had switched itself to
some kind of ‘Live for the moment’ mode’. I’d been reminded twice of the
fragility of life in as many hours and it was messing with my head.