Lukas (Ashes & Embers 3)

I nod and find his lips. “Yes . . .” I purr.

He leans up, grabs my knees with his hands, and spreads my legs wide, pounding into me, hard and fast.

Holy mother. I feel like he’s pummeling me into next week. He slows, tantalizing me, pulling out and using his hand to rub the head of his cock up and down my dripping lips, then slamming deep inside me again. He repeats this insanity until I’m writhing and screaming like a cat in heat. I don’t know who I am anymore, and I don’t care. All I want is him and everything he wants to give me.

He shakes his head as he drives into me, his sweaty hair flying around his head, and flashes me a sexy smile.

Reaching under me, he pulls me up until I am on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, and his muscled arms go around me, holding me close to him. We kiss, slower now, and his hands move down to cup my ass, lifting me up and down on his cock, grinding me against him. It feels amazing, having him buried deep inside me while he kisses me and moves me up and down on him. I hold his face in my hands as we kiss, then slide my hands to the back of his neck, my fingers gripping his hair.

Our bodies find a perfect rhythm, and soon, I feel the ecstasy building inside me. Gripping his hair harder, he moans against my mouth as I start to unravel and explode around him. He holds me and kisses me with turbulent passion, whispering things I can’t even understand, as I tremble and shake with orgasm. With a hard thrust and a growl deep in his throat, I feel him come inside me. And he’s right; I’m flying, my mind and body reveling in how exquisite he feels. Everything else has disappeared. All I can feel, see, hear, and taste is Lukas.

My dark angel.

He lays me gently on my back and turns us on our sides, face to face, still connected, our hands slowly caressing each other’s bodies, kissing softly. I’ve never felt so physically and emotionally connected to another person. We lie kissing like this for a long time. He makes love to me again, slow and drowsy, until I am whimpering and quivering against him again, and he whispers my name over and over again as he comes inside me.

I’ve fallen so hard that my heart has a concussion.

I wake up sometime later in his arms atop his huge bed. Watching him sleep, I’m captivated by how beautiful he is. I don’t feel like me anymore, more like I’m just his. I can’t remember what it felt like to not be his. I want to kiss him, hold him, and love him until time ceases to exist, and then I want to love him some more. I don’t want him to ever feel unwanted again. The mere thought of it rips my heart to shreds.

Carefully lifting his arm off me, I climb out of the high bed and tiptoe to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, my legs and lady parts sore from all the bed romping.

I’m startled by the size of the bathroom with a big jacuzzi tub in one corner and a glass shower in the other. I can’t believe someone as young as him lives like this, with so much luxury. He seems unphased by it, though, and not at all spoiled. I freshen up a bit and then realize my cell phone is downstairs with my coat and purse. I grab his shirt off the bedroom floor, pull it over my head, and quietly walk through the house. The glow coming in from the stained glass windows and the dim lights he has placed in various areas of the houses gives me enough light to see where I’m going.

“Hello,” Ray says when I reach the bottom of the stairs, scaring the heck out of me.

“Shh . . . go to sleep,” I whisper at him.

“I’m taking you upstairs,” he mimics in Lukas’ voice. Shit! This bird not only saw us fooling around in the hallways, he heard us.

“Ray!” I hiss. “No! Bad bird! Stop saying that!” I wonder for how long he remembers phrases for, and hope he forgets it by tomorrow.

“Upstairs,” he says.

Ignoring the bird, I grab my purse and go back upstairs. Lukas is still sound asleep, the blanket covering him from the waist down. I sit on the floor next to the bed and check my cell phone. I have a text from Macy, saying she’s okay and at Shelly’s, and a missed call from Tommy. I quickly reply to Macy that I’ll see her tomorrow. I feel awful that I missed Tommy’s goodnight call and hope he’s not upset I didn’t answer—something I’ve never done before. A text comes in as I’m staring at my phone, and I’m irked to see it’s from Paul and not Macy.

Paul: Where are you?

Me: Out

Paul: Where?

Me: None of your business. Is Tommy ok?

Paul: Yes. He called and u didn’t answer.

Me: I know and I’m sorry. I will call him in the morning.

Paul: Are you home?

What the heck is with his interrogation? Rude.

I look around Lukas’ room while I debate answering Paul’s annoying messages. I count six different gargoyle statues watching over the bed. I’m not sure if they are cool or creepy.

Me: No

Paul: Then where are you? It’s 2am.

Me: I know what time it is. Why aren’t you enjoying the wonders of Charlene?

Paul: She’s sleeping.

Me: I’m going to do the same. I’m tired. I’ll call Tommy in the morning.

Paul: Where are you sleeping, Ivy?

Me: I’m on a date.

Paul: With who?????

Me: Fuck off

I mute his texts and stuff my phone back into my purse. Who the hell does he think he is?

As soon as I climb up on the bed, Lukas stirs and opens his eyes, squinting at me in the dim light cast from the electric fireplace.

“Ivy? You okay?”

“I was just checking my phone to see if the kids called.”

He stretches and sits up. “They okay?”

I nod and scoot closer to him. “Yeah, I missed Tommy’s call. I feel bad.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry. From now on, we’ll make sure you have your cell phone with you all the time when you’re here, and you can give them my house number. They can call here any time.”

“It’s okay. I can’t be attached to them twenty-four-seven.”

“I know . . . but I want you to be relaxed here and not worried, and I want your kids to know where you are.”

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that?”

He tugs at the hem of the shirt I’m wearing. “Take this off. I wore it on stage. It’s probably all sweaty.”

I smile but pull the shirt over my head and lay it on the floor next to the bed. “I don’t mind wearing your sweaty shirt,” I say, smiling.

“You’re staying the night, right?” he asks, rolling on top of me.

“If you want me to, then yes.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I do. I don’t want you to ever leave.”

“I can stay the night.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “That’ll do for now.”