Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
LUKE
My eyes widened, utterly shocked she just shared that with me. Before I could give it too much thought, she pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the floor.
Despite guards surrounding one of my safe houses, I still didn’t feel safe. The second I found out who they were, I’d put a bullet between their eyes after I tortured them for my own pleasure.
But I tried not to focus on that.
I tried to stay present and in this moment.
As if she knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her, she got naked.
Vulnerable.
Exposed.
Shaking out her dark hair, she crawled over to me and kissed me softly, beckoning my lips to do the same while rocking her pussy on my now hard cock. I wasn’t a man who got hard this quickly, but it was different with her. It was like her body was made for me.
I roughly gripped her ass, groaning. No longer able to restrain myself, she felt too fucking good.
I kissed her back, pecking her lips softly at first. Teasing her with the tip of my tongue, I ran it all along the outline of her pouty mouth. At that moment, the feel of her skin drove me over the edge, and all we were doing was kissing.
Our tongues moved in sync with one another. I kissed her one last time, letting my lips linger for a few more seconds before resting my forehead against hers.
Her breaths came fast.
Her eyes were dark and dilated, luring me the fuck in.
Her long, messy hair draped all around her face, spreading between us. I resisted the urge to tug it back just so I could kiss all along her neck, her collarbone, and all over her breasts.
I slowly moved my calloused hand up her body. Feeling the softness of her silky white skin, I continued my heated assault, causing her to squirm underneath my touch. I didn’t give a shit about my shoulder, and with the pills and booze finally hitting my system, I wasn’t hurting much. At least not physically, but I was aching to be inside her.
Her breathing hitched when I cupped her tits, pushing them together, enjoying the feel of them in my grip. Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked.
In a heady, pleading tone, she begged, “Be with me, Luke… fuck me…”
And for the first time…
I was going to make her mine.
I grinned, licking my fingers before sliding my hand into her pussy. She moaned, causing my cock to twitch from the sound of her.
I finger fucked her until her knees buckled.
Until her body fell forward.
Until she was screaming out my name.
“Just like that, Sloan. Give it to me, darlin’.”
Saying her name gave me as much pleasure as making her come down my hand.
Her legs shook.
Her body trembled.
Her pussy pulsated, squeezing my fingers so damn tight, almost pushing them out. Her cum dripped down my arm as I let her ride out her orgasm.
The second she reached for the zipper of my slacks, I didn’t stop her. I let her keep going like it was the only thing I ever wanted. Our connection was something that still drove me over the edge. I’d never felt anything like it before.
All the love I’d seen growing up.
The ones that I knew were real and true.
The ones built on trust and friendship.
I didn’t think it’d be in the cards for me, and I accepted that a long time ago. I was forty-three years old, and this was the first time in my life where I felt I’d found the one.
My soulmate.
The love of my life.
As my great-aunt Lily would say, she was my lobster.
Jesus… you sound like a goddamn pussy.
As soon as she pulled my cock out, she didn’t hesitate to sit on it. She slid her soaking wet cunt all the way down my dick.
“Yes…” she purred, breathless.
She choked the fuck out of my cock with her tight, little pussy.
Her mouth parted.
Her eyes shut as she took me in completely, trying to get used to my size.
“Oh my God, you feel huge…”
I grinned, claiming her lips like I was claiming her pussy. “Words every man wants to hear.” I kissed her. “Ride me, Sloan.”
That was all she needed to hear. She slowly rocked her hips until she got used to the feeling of my dick deep inside her. Placing her hands against the headboard for more leverage, she swayed faster and harder.
I took her nipple into my mouth, kneading the other one, unable to get enough of her. Another moan escaped from deep down in her throat. My fingers found their way to her already sensitive clit from my previous assault. Her breathing escalated as soon as she realized what I was about to do. She encouraged me, bucking her hips forward.
“Luke…”
“Yeah, darlin’? Just like that… Fuck me…” I growled from deep within my chest.
I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a fucking vise.
I vaguely felt her shiver.
Leaning forward, she started kissing me more aggressively than before and I gripped the back of her neck, wanting to bring her closer, needing her body to cover mine.
Our lips moved on their own accord, no longer having control over our movements.
I kissed her jawline.
Her neck.
Deliberately made my way back to her lips.
Her delicate hands moved down my inked chest, wanting to feel my skin against her fingertips. She stopped at the edge of my bandage wrap, not wanting to hurt me.
“Fuck… you feel good,” I groaned, thrusting my hips upward to feel her G-spot on the tip of my cock.
My pace increased as I made her fuck me as hard as she could, unable to get enough.
I couldn’t help it.
I loved it rough, and from the sounds escaping her, she did too. Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high, waiting to fall over the edge together.
Pain began aching through my shoulder from the impact of our reckless movements, but I didn’t care.
Her coming long and hard was my undoing.
She was my undoing.
Another growl escaped from deep within my chest as I came so hard I could barely see straight. We lay there for I don’t know how long, both of us trying to catch our breaths. While she was in the bathroom, I took more meds, and she helped me change my dressing since it was bleeding again.
Dr. Reyes left some sleeping pills on the nightstand, saying I needed to get some rest, and I knew he was right. The pain would probably keep me up anyway, so I downed two and waited for Sloan to come to bed.
Once she was lying in my arms, I asked, “If tonight hadn’t happened, would you have still told me your name?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know your name is Sloan.”
“I figured it was the least I could do.” She looked up at me. “I haven’t thanked you for saving my life.”
I smiled. “You telling me your name was the only thanks I needed.”
“It’s still not good enough. You could have died to save someone you barely know. I’ll never forget that. I hope you know that. I owe you, and I don’t take that lightly.”
“Promise me you’ll be here when this is all over.”
“I—”
My cell phone rang, cutting her off. “Sorry, darlin’. I need to take this.”
She grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand so I wouldn’t have to move, and I answered, “You better have some fuckin’ answers for me.”
Felipe laughed. “Is that any way to talk to the man who holds the key to door number one?”
“Enough with the bullshit,” I ordered.
“Enough with the tone, but I guess I’d be pissed too if my playground was shot up.”
“Motherfucker, if I find out you’re behind?—”
“I wouldn’t be calling you if I was.”
“Then who the hell is it?”
“That I don’t know. What I do know is I got you into the party.”
“Keep talkin’.”
Sloan mouthed, “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“You alone?” Felipe questioned.
I waited until she shut the door behind her.
“Talk and make it quick.”
“I think you fail to see that you’re not the one in control, so how about a little fucking respect when you speak to me.”
“How about you suck my dick?”
He scoffed out a chuckle, “It’s a masquerade theme. Cover up as much as you can so no one will know it’s you. Come alone and don’t tell anyone. You can’t start trouble, but you’ll be able to sniff around and see if you get any leads. This event isn’t child’s play, Jameson. The men at this party won’t hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes if they think for one second you’re there for anything other than drugs, booze, or pussy. You fuck around, and you’ll find out really fucking quickly, and let me assure you, you won’t win. Do you understand me? This isn’t the time or place to start a war.”
“I understand.”
“Good. The event is in Venezuela this time. It jumps around from place to place to remain secretive, and only men who have been initiated can attend, but I can get you in. Same vibe as my party that you so rudely crashed times ten.”
“When?”
“Friday night. I’ll send you all the information via mail. I don’t want this traced back to me, which is why I’m calling you from a burner phone.”
“You’re not the one I’m after.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t get caught in the crossfire.”
“Like I said, I’ll owe you one.”
“Oh, Luke Jameson, you’ll owe me a lot more than one.” He hung up, and I threw my phone on the bed.
By the time Sloan came back to bed, the sleeping pills kicked in with a vengeance, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open even though I wanted to. My body surrendered to sleep when I felt her get into bed and into my arms.
“Luke…”
“Mmm…”
“Thank you for saving my life. No one has ever protected me like that.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“You know it’s why I started kickboxing. I never had anyone look out for me like that.”
“Hmm…”
“And Luke…”
Everything went black, but I swear I faintly heard her say, “I think I’m in love with you.”
I woke up the following morning like I’d been hit by a fucking train. I reached for Sloan, surprised she wasn’t in my arms. Her side of the bed was cold, and my eyes immediately opened, searching for her, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Sloan?” I called out, thinking she was maybe in the bathroom.
Slowly sliding off the bed, my feet touched the floor as I grabbed my cell phone to see what time it was. It read three in the afternoon. I couldn’t believe I slept that long. I told my men to give us some privacy and not bother me unless they had news.
Grabbing my gym shorts off the floor, I stepped into them. “Duchess?” I announced as I walked into the living room.
She wasn’t there either. I looked in the kitchen and all around the safe house, still coming up empty.
“The fuck?” I whispered to myself, confused about where she could be. “Sloan?” I shouted, walking out onto the balcony to see if she was somewhere outside on the property.
It didn’t take long for panic to set in, especially after my men said they hadn’t seen her. Moving quickly, I grabbed my cell phone and called her.
It went straight to voicemail.
Uncontrollable fear ran through my blood, making it cold. At that moment, I knew in my gut…
In my heart.
In my soul.
I knew it had something to do with me.
The pain.
The turmoil.
It didn’t come close to comparing to what I felt for the next twenty-four hours trying to find her… And she was nowhere to be found.