Happily Ever Never

16. Lucas

16

LUCAS

“There is definitely something wrong with Serena,” Brooke announces as she walks through the door.

“Other than the stick up her ass?”

“You’re not helping. I went to the Come On Inn to show her the progress with the chapters that have filled in, and Phillip the hotel manager said she was out buying supplies for the hotel.”

I grimace.

Serena should not be acting like she’s part owner of the hotel.

“What does it mean?” Brooke wonders.

“I don’t know. Nothing good.”

“Well, I tell you what will be good. Going to visit a few more business owners.”

“Not again. I’m going on strike.”

Yesterday, Brooke dragged me to five different businesses all over downtown and forced me to chat with the business owners about the history of their stores, which was excruciating.

“We’ve got to. I’m going to go take a quick shower, and then we’ll head out. ”

Annoyed, I go to the kitchen to make myself some bad coffee and wait for her.

Fifteen minutes later, she wanders into the kitchen wearing a giant fluffy robe and a towel turban. A bead of water runs down her creamy neck and disappears beneath the collar of the robe. She’s so distracted that she doesn’t seem to realize what kind of effect she has on me. Or maybe she knows and she’s torturing me on purpose?

Probably not. Brooke isn’t the devious type.

“You smell nice,” I say glumly. It’s true; she always smells good enough to eat.

I did not just think that.

“Cheer up. I know things aren’t happening as fast as you’d like, but we have an entire novel’s plotline to fill. And the chapters are filling in. We’re going in the right direction.”

I wonder what would happen if I licked off the bead of water that’s trickling down her neck right now. She smells like honeysuckle. I wonder what she tastes like.

I shake my head. “Did you have dreams about your character’s past last night? Because I did—again—and it felt insanely real. And I swear I am starting to recognize people I’ve never met before when I walk down the street. It’s weird as fuck.”

Brooke sighs, which makes her chest heave in a very distracting fashion. “Yes, I did. I will make it a point to find Serena later today and ask her if she has any ideas about what it might mean.”

She falls silent, chewing her lower lip.

“What are you thinking?”

Brooke looks me in the eye. “Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

So many things, I don’t even know where to start.

“I mean... nothing that comes to mind.” My gaze slides away.

“I see.” Brooke takes a step backwards. “Actually, forget about visiting the businesses today. I’m not in the mood. I’m going to go out for a walk. By myself.” She sounds ticked off.

The ground starts trembling.

“What the . . .” Brooke looks around in alarm.

The shaking grows more intense. Dishes rattle on the shelves. A cup falls off the counter and shatters on the floor. The chairs dance. “Are we having an earthquake?” she cries out.

Does Virginia even have earthquakes? Then again, nothing about our situation is following the laws of logic. A tsunami wouldn’t surprise me.

I reach out and grab her arm as she stumbles towards me. “We need to get outside!”

The ground shakes so hard that plaster falls from the ceiling, and she falls right into my arms. As she does, her bathrobe falls open and her towel-turban falls off, dropping to the ground and freeing her shining chocolate tresses.

She’s stark naked in front of me. A drop of water runs down her small, perfect left breast, and glistens on her ruby nipple.

“Oh my God! Lucas! I didn’t mean to—I swear!” Her face flames red. The house is shaking and I wrap my arms around her protectively. Her arms wind around me.

The shaking stops.

“What just happened?” I wonder.

“I think... I think we just fell victim to the most convenient plot device ever. I think this universe is pushing us in the direction that it wants us to go.”

“Okay. But what about us? What do we want?” I stare down at her. I know what I want, even though I also know I can never really have it.

She hasn’t let go of me yet. Her breasts are pressed into my chest, full and round, and I’m hard as a rock. I know she can feel it, but she isn’t moving an inch.

“What do you want?” she challenges me .

“I want things I can’t have,” I choke.

Her gaze holds mine. “Maybe it’s different here. Maybe we can have what we want. I mean, the story needs it, right?” Then her gaze drops. “I’m just making excuses, though, aren’t I?”

“Not necessarily. I mean... nothing here is really real, right? So, in a way, whatever we do here doesn’t carry over back to the real world,” I say.

Of course it does.

But I’d say anything to make love to Brooke Langley tonight—even if it means lying to myself and to the best woman I’ve ever known.

Years of pent-up frustration roar through me, and I push her up against the wall and cup her chin in my hand.

She stares up at me, her plump pink lips parted, eyes wide.

“Do you want this?” I growl.

“Why are you still talking?” She shrugs out of her bathrobe. “Why are you still dressed?”

I unbutton my shirt so fast that buttons fly off. She unzips my pants and her fingers slide under my waistband. I let out a groan of arousal as my pants slide down to my ankles.

In one swift motion I step out of them, kick my shoes off, and sink to my knees.

“The bedroom,” she gasps.

“Not yet,” I say sternly.

“Ooh, still bossy. I like it.”

Then I spread open the lips of her pussy and take her clit into my mouth, sliding one finger inside her damp tunnel.

“Lucas,” she gasps. I tease the swollen pink pearl with my teeth and tongue as she moans aloud. Her fingers tangle in my hair.

“Oh, God,” she moans. I run my tongue between the folds of her pussy, lapping up her nectar. She shudders in pleasure and her fingers tighten their hold .

I draw back a moment, dragging my tongue along the fold in a long, slow, delicious lick.

This is Brooke. This is what she smells like—this is what she tastes like—her female musk filling my nostrils and driving me wild.

I’ve dreamed about this, alone in my bed late at night. Fantasized about it while she was sitting in the office next to mine, so close to me and yet so far away.

I’ve always wondered if she wanted me too, and now I know.

She’s whimpering as I slip my tongue into her tight, wet channel and thrust it in again and again, firmly gripping her hips so she can’t move.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I finally release her and stand up.

“What are you doing?” she cries out.

I scoop her up in my arms. “Now we’re going to the bedroom.”

“I want you to make me come.”

“I know. I will. The anticipation makes it sweeter.” I carry her in and deposit her roughly on the bed. She sits up and smiles at me, her eyes glinting fiercely.

“My turn.”

I’m still standing, facing her, and she grasps my swollen shaft with one hand. A wave of arousal washes over me as she laps a pearl of pre-come from the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re killing me, Brooke.”

She flashes me a wicked grin. “Really? All those times I was ready to murder you in your office, and I had the ability to take you out at any time.”

Before I can answer, she takes me in her mouth, her tongue swirling, and I plunge deep into the wet silken cave as she sucks and licks me.

I’m hot with arousal, burning with need. She grips my buttocks, drawing me closer to her, taking me into her mouth so deeply.

I can feel a swelling inside me, and I’m going to explode any minute.

Summoning up every last vestige of self-control, I pull away from her. “I want to fuck you,” I growl. “On the bed, face down. Now.”

“Caveman,” she purrs, but she obeys me, and I’m on top of her in an instant, gripping her slender wrists in my hands as I position myself.

The head of my cock is pressing up against her tight, wet entrance. With one thrust, I’m halfway in. One more thrust, and a gasp of pleasure from her, and I’m fully inside of her. Her tight wet sheath squeezes my cock, and I pump into her.

“Oh, God,” she moans, and I thrust harder. The bed rocks with our steady rhythm. I don’t want to go too fast because I want this to last. I want it to go on forever, to be inside her, to smell her and feel her pressed up against me, her flesh joined with mine.

But it isn’t too long before I can feel my climax coming. The heat and urgency rises up inside me and I thrust harder, faster, and she gasps, moving her hips up to deepen the thrust.

The explosion hits me hard, and I grip her hips, shuddering with release.

I feel her inner walls squeezing me, and it sends me over the edge. Blood rushes to my groin and there’s a thundering in my ears.

The sensations roll over me for what feels like hours but probably is not. Finally, I slide out of her reluctantly and, lying on my side, pull her to me. My cock is pressing against her round, perfect buttocks, my arms circling her, pulling her up against me.

“Oh my God,” I groan.

“Right?” she murmurs. “Who knew? ”

“Well, I did. I always knew I was excellent at everything I put my mind to.”

“You arrogant bastard,” she smiles at me. “Maybe I faked it.”

“You squeezed me so hard you nearly strangled me. Also, your talent is art, not acting.”

“You got me there,” she sighs, a long, slow sound of satisfaction.

I kiss her shoulder. “You are fucking amazing. Also amazing at fucking.”

She laughs, a deep, throaty chuckle. “You say the sweetest things.”

“Well, you inspire me.”

Silence falls. I’m nestled up against her, smelling her hair, feeling the deepest satisfaction I’ve ever felt in my life, but also feeling worry creep up on me.

What have I done?

Brooke and I... we had a relationship that worked. A working relationship where I got to be with her all of the time. We both drove each other crazy, but it worked. At least it did for me, and I think for her, although she shocked me to the core when she actually tried to quit.

Not that I’d ever let her go.

But what’s going to happen to us when we go back home? I’m not a relationship man. I vowed that early on. My relationship with my father, and my memories of my grandfather, and everything my father told me about him, just serve to cement that for me.

Because of my own selfish desires, I may have ruined things between Brooke and me.

And now my cock is hardening again, with a mind of its own, as Brooke squirms against me.

It makes me smile. “Are you trying to kill me?” I murmur into her shoulder.

“I think we already established that the answer is a resounding yes.” She rolls over and throws one leg over mine as we lie on our sides, facing each other. “But the thing is, I need to do it in a way that nobody can ever prove was intentional, so I’m going to use my body as a lethal weapon.”

“I am so down with this plan.” I brush my lips over hers, and her mouth opens with a soft moan.

I know I need to end this.

I’m definitely going to do it tomorrow.