Chapter 8 Lucas
EIGHT
LUCAS
She wasn’t in her apartment.
I should have connected the cameras to an app on my phone, but if I did that, I knew I wouldn’t get shit done.
Jonas had needed me to take care of an asshole who had tried to get one of his dancers to do something she really didn’t want or had offered. And even though all I wanted to do was put a hold in the motherfucker’s head to get back to Jade, I’d taken my time teaching him a lesson.
By the time I was done, the fucker wouldn’t be laying his hands on a woman when she said no anymore. Not without thinking about me and knowing I knew every damn detail about his life and just how messy it could get.
Breathe, I reminded myself, trying to ebb the panic that had me in a chokehold. It was after one in the morning, and she wasn’t home. Not in bed, one that was unmade, her sheets tangled as if she got up at some point.
“Think,” I said to the empty room, sitting on the same chair I’d sat in the night before.
If I had gone to my place first, I could have rewound the film and seen where the hell she’d headed.
The front door creaked open, and I stilled.
Is she back? Was she visiting some asshole?
I heard her in the living room. Her feet shuffled against the plush rug she kept by the door, almost like she was kicking off her shoes.
I could picture her there, taking off her coat and hanging it next to the other sweaters that hung on the wall.
I heard her in the kitchen. The faucet ran, and I could see her in my mind’s eye getting water.
Drinking some before her little feet padded against the hardwood floors and…
The door to her bedroom opened and shut, and just like that, I could breathe once again.
Still in the shadows, I watched her go to the end of her bed, her back to me as she stared at it. Her head rolled from side to side, and my hands itched to move her dark hair out of the way and kiss her neck. Breathe in her scent so long she would be all I could make out for the rest of my days.
“What does the L stand for?” she asked, her voice breaking the silence of her bedroom. My hands gripped my knees. What does the L stand for? I had no idea how she knew, but she did. Fuck me, my sweet girl had figured it out and for some fucking reason still stood in her bedroom, unafraid of me.
Mine.
There was no turning back now.
I’d planned on watching her sleep tonight before knocking on her door in the morning and introducing myself, but this was better. Right.
“Lucas,” I answered, slowly standing up, somehow not making a sound. “Lucas Porter.”
“Lucas.” My name rolled off her tongue, and I had never loved my name more. “That’s a nice name… Daddy.” No, I was wrong. I loved that more.
Her soft daddy would be my demise.
I closed the space between us and didn’t miss the way her breath hitched as she felt my heat cover her back.
“Where were you?”
“What if I told you I was on a hot date?” she asked, too sassy for her own damn good.
“I’d spank your ass and finger your pussy until you begged me to stop and let you come. Neither of which I would do. Not until you promised me, swore to me you wouldn’t ever let another man who wasn’t me take you out again.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself, Daddy.” I tsked in her ear and watched her skin turn to gooseflesh.
“You’re not going to do that. You don’t want to do that,” I warned.
“Or what?”
“You don’t want to find out when I’m dying to taste you, sweetness. Where were you?”
“Getting the mail,” she answered softly. I knew by her tone she was telling the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. I was…”
“Thinking about me?” I asked, and her head nodded.
“That’s when I figured it out.”
“Figured out what, precious girl? That I’ve been watching you? Stalking you? Obsessed with you?” I pressed my mouth on different points of her neck with every question.
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl,” I praised. “Smart. And mine.”
“Lucas.”
“Fuck, love hearing you call me that, baby girl. Bend,” I ordered, slipping a foot between her thighs, and she did as I said.
“Wider, Jade,” I grunted, my eyes focused on her plump ass up in the air.
She spread, and my hand raked down the length of her spine, taking in the sight of her.
“I’ve been keeping my hands off you. Tell me to stop, and I will. ”
“Please don’t. I want, no, I need you to touch me.”
“Fuck. Don’t worry about that, baby. I got you.” In the blink of an eye, I tugged down her sleep pants and then pulled her top up her back to expose as much of her flesh as I could.
“Look at you.” I dropped to my knees, my eyes pinned on the pink of her pussy. With the lights on and both of us more than wide awake, I could appreciate her beauty completely. “So damn pretty.” My fingers skimmed her pretty, pink pussy. “How are you always this wet?”
“It’s you. It’s you, Daddy. Please, Lucas—“
“Shh,” I hushed before leaning forward. “Daddy’s had a long day. Taking care of shit that took me away from you, and now I’m hungry,” I shared then grinned, “Starving, actually.”
“Fuck,” she cursed, and when my hand smacked her ass, the plump skin jiggled.
“Watch your pretty mouth, sweet girl,” I warned. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
“It hurts,” she whimpered, the need transparent with every breathy syllable.
“This pussy?” The pad of my finger teased her entrance, and she nodded her head. “Words. Need the words, baby girl.”
“Yes, my pussy aches, Daddy,” she whined. I felt like a fucking king. “It aches so bad. Make it feel better, Daddy.” My queen was telling me what she needed, and I was more than ready to worship at her altar.
“Daddy will take care of it. Of you. Always,” I vowed. My head dipped in, and I started to eat her from behind. Licking her folds, purposely not getting anywhere lose to her swollen clit as her sounds danced in my head.
Jade was mouthy and so pretty.
Loud like daddy liked.
“Good girl. Get loud. Let everyone hear exactly who you belong to,” I coaxed between licks and nibbles.
Jade did as I asked, and I rewarded her with my tongue on her swollen nub of nerves. Her cries growing in volume only made me hungrier for more. I licked her clit, pulling it between my lips as my hand moved to that needy weepy little hole.
I finger-fucked her slowly. Stretching her tight little channel until I could feel her start to come undone, then I pulled out of her.
“What?” She looked over her shoulder. Jade’s bewildered gaze connected with mine. “I was so close,” she whined. The smile I didn’t know I had on my face grew wider.
“I know.” I stood, feigning patience I most definitely didn’t feel.
I shrugged out of my suit jacket and tossed it on the chair in the corner before returning my attention to her.
I didn’t blink as I undid button after button.
My woman stood and turned and shocked the hell out of me by pulling the shirt she was wearing up and over her head, letting it fall to the ground and stepping out of her sleep pants.
When the two of us stood completely naked in front of one another, her eyes roamed up and down my body, and mine did the same.
Those fucking perfect tits I’d seen bare onstage night after night were a million times prettier this close up. I went to take a step forward but stopped.
“What is it?” she asked.
“If you want this to stop—“ I didn’t get a chance to finish. My beautiful, way-too-trusting Jade ran and jumped into my waiting arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her mouth suspended over mine for a beat.
“Kiss me, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Fucking finally,” I groaned. The animal inside of me regaled with joy.
My mouth locked with hers in the most punishing yet passionate kiss known to man.
I devoured her, plundering her mouth with my tongue, but my sweet girl wasn’t a shy wallflower.
No, my woman kissed me back with the same ferocity as I walked us to her bed and carefully set her down, covering her body with my own.
“Jade,” I groaned. Her heat was so close, my cock strained forward as if trying to get right inside of her.
“More. More, Daddy. Don’t stop, please.”
“Fuck, I should get a condom,” I muttered, even if that was the last thing I wanted. Her eyes locked with mine.
“This is crazy. We don’t know one another, not really. Shit, I just found out your name today, but…”
“But?”
“I’m clean,” she said, her gaze searching mine.
“And on the pill.” I knew that after the first time going through her medicine cabinet, raptly watching her day after day pop the little pill that would give us a little time just to be us, until the inevitable would happen.
Because she might not know it yet, but I wanted everything with her.
All the highs and lows and messes life could bring.
“I’m clean, too, sweetness,” I shared. “And if anything happened that would lead to us holding a little someone who was half you and half me, you would never hear me complaining,” I said seriously and meant it.
Her eyes flared, and I watched her process my words before she opened her legs a little wider, making a little more space between them for my body.
“Take me, Daddy. Make me yours.” Her words broke the tiny bit of control I had left.
“You already are,” I groaned, pushing forward in one unforgiving thrust until my balls met her ass.
We both cried out, and our lips locked.
Slowly. Sweetly. Like our first kiss should have been if I hadn’t lost my goddamn mind the way I did. Not that I had any regrets. I didn’t move until she relaxed beneath me and started to squirm.
“Stay still, baby,” I gritted through my teeth, and this time, I did her bidding. Slowly moving, pulling out of her body, leaving my tip inside her before I thrust forward again.
Over and over.