Chapter Forty-Two
Fallon
I am having the best time. I can’t believe how scared I was earlier, but Luke and his family eased those worries the moment I stepped into the party.
The song playing is just coming to an end when I can practically feel the heat of Luke's gaze burning into my back.
Who would have thought the sexy doctor would be so territorial?
“Thank you for the dance, love, but I have a feeling my boy might burst a blood vessel if I don’t hand you back to him,” his father smirks, looking over my shoulder.
I laugh, not needing to turn around to know exactly what I’ll be greeted with. I lean in to leave a kiss on his cheek before spinning towards my hungry man. He doesn’t disappoint. I could orgasm just from looking at him. His eyes are laser-focused as he walks towards me, offering his arm.
“How about that tour?” He asks, voice low so only I can hear.
“I thought you’d never ask. Will your mum not be upset with us disappearing?”
“Honestly? I couldn’t give a bigger fuck,” he states, leading me out of the marquee and towards the house.
He doesn’t say another word as he pulls me through the kitchen, where multiple staff members are plating up food that smells absolutely divine.
My stomach grumbles because, of course, I didn’t eat before we left.
I was too anxious about being here. But there is one thing I'm hungrier for right now, and I'm hoping to devour it any minute now.
When we’re in the hallway, he pauses, looking around with a crease between his brows.
What is it he is looking for? I search the grand room, it is beautiful, but in an old-world royal kind of way.
It’s easily three times the size of my dinky apartment.
He squeezes my fingers and starts to lead me towards one of the many doors.
“Where are you taking me, Dr Luke?” I muse, happily following along after him.
“You will see,” he throws me a wink over his shoulder.
When he opens the door, I can't restrain the gasp that escapes me.
I walk further into the room, taking it in.
There is a fire roaring against one wall, surrounded by deep burgundy Chesterfield couches.
On the other side of the room is a bookcase filled to the brim with books.
I doubt there are any spicy romance books that I'd like to read, considering the only ones I can see are leatherbound and aren’t in English.
I am snapped out of my daze when I hear the door shut and the lock turn into place. Whipping my head towards Luke, I find him staring at me. There is a heat so intense in his gaze, a look I've never seen before.
“Fallon,” he purrs, not moving a muscle. “I have wanted you since I last saw you. But, I have needed you since you stepped out of your bedroom tonight. I can’t wait any longer.”
A shiver runs through me, my need for him rushing between my legs.
“Now, baby, there is one thing I need you to do.”
“And what's that?” I breathe out.
“Strip.”
My heart begins to thud in my chest. He wants me to strip right here, when the house is full of strangers? And not forgetting about his parents. They could come looking for us at any moment, but when a sexy man like Luke asks you to strip, it would be rude to disobey.
Biting on my bottom lip, I turn around to show him my back.
Slowly, I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders with my shaking hands, but they're not shaking from nerves. It’s from excitement.
Reaching behind me, I unzip the dress and let it drop, the green silk pooling in a pile at my feet.
Luke inhales sharply behind me, yet he still sounds far away.
“All this time, you have been in my company and haven’t had any underwear on?” He groans painfully.
I breathe out a chuckle as I finally turn to face him. I am now wearing nothing apart from my thin strappy heels. His back is resting against the door, and his fists are clenched at his sides. The restraint this man must be using right now is undeniable.
“You should know me by now, Luke. I don’t like to feel restricted. Also, that dress shows no mercy.”
“You will be begging for mercy soon enough. Are you going to behave?” he asks.
I smile, nodding my head at him.
“Good. Lean against the wall,” he demands, angling his head to my right.
Of course, I do exactly as I am told. The coolness of the wall against my skin sends shivers down my arms, or maybe it's his gaze.
He strolls towards me, a devilish smile playing along his lips, and his eyes never straying from mine.
He discards his jacket on the arm of the couch and rolls up his sleeves without stopping. This man is on a mission tonight.
When he is close enough, I lift my arms to wrap around his neck, but he chuckles, catching my wrists in his hands.
“Nope, I have something else in mind,” he whispers, before slowly lowering to his knees in front of me. “I have needed to taste you all fucking evening, Fallon.”
Holy hell. I feel bare. Here I am, as naked as the day I was born, and he is on his knees before me, fully clothed.
What's funny though, is that I feel even more turned on by it.
His warm hands glide up my legs, massaging as they go until they get to my waist. One continues to travel up until it lies flat on my stomach, where the other wraps around the back of my thigh.
He lifts my leg to rest over his shoulder as he pins me to the wall.
“Fuck baby, I can see how much you need me too,” he groans, edging his face closer to the apex of my thighs. “I wish I could tease you, but I can't resist.”
His tongue juts out to wet his lips, before he leans in and kisses me.
.. there. My eyes roll at the contact, my head dropping back against the wall.
Fuck, he hasn’t even touched my clit, and the sensations are driving me insane.
He hums against me as he groans, clearly enjoying my reaction to him, and does it again.
Over and over until suddenly his tongue joins in.
He is kissing, sucking, licking every part of my centre, and good lord does it feel good.
I thread my fingers through his hair as the telltale signs of my orgasm flow through me.
My body starts to rock into his mouth, my breathing coming out in fast spurts as I get closer and closer to what I need.
I’m so close that I start to chant his name, my voice getting louder each time, when he stops suddenly.
I squeal out in protest, not understanding why the hell he would stop, but he doesn’t give me a chance to think. He yanks his shirt up, unbuckles his belt and frees his throbbing cock.
“Face the wall and show me that glorious arse of yours.” His voice is strained as though he is holding himself together by a thread.
I turn and bend over, resting my forearms against the wall. He spanks me just hard enough to make me cry out in pleasure before rubbing a soothing hand over the spot. I turn my head to the side, dying to catch sight of him, but all I can see are the muscles of his forearm as he grips my arse cheek.
My legs are already shaking with need when I feel the nudge of his cock at my entrance. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I need him to fill me so badly.
He growls out a moan as he sinks into me all the way to the hilt. “Baby, you take me so fucking good. Your pussy is like a glove, the perfect fit for me. I can feel you clenching. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant as he starts to move again. “So, so close, Luke.”
He pounds into me, the noises we make as our bodies connect echo around the room. Holy shit, this feels so good. Is it possible that he's growing even bigger as he fucks me? Because it feels like he is, and I'm loving every second of it.
“I’m going to cum, Fal,” he says through clenched teeth.
Words have left me a while ago, I'm teetering on the edge of hysteria right now and can't see a way back. He reaches a hand around me, his fingers toying with my clit, and just as I feel myself fall over the edge, he adds more pressure and drives into me deeper. I scream. I don’t know what I'm saying or who can hear me, but I couldn’t care less.
I'm bucking against his hand as his movements begin to slow down. His cock is pumping in and out of me in slow, meaningful thrusts. I felt the moment he finished inside of me, but he doesn’t want this to end just as much as I do.
His forehead rests against the middle of my back when he finally stops moving.
I don’t want him to move. I have a thing for this, having him deep inside of me even after we have both had our fill, but I'm wobbling on my heels like Bambi on ice right now, the aftershocks of my orgasm taking over my body.
He must feel my legs shaking, because my gorgeous man scoops me into his arms and places me on his knee on the sofa.
That was possibly the most intense orgasm I have ever had. The way he got me to the edge so many times, before finally letting me give in was a whole new experience for me. One that I want to do again very soon. It was so intense, my senses were heightened to the brink, exactly how he planned.
He strokes my back, following the path of my spine. I could easily fall asleep right now, but we're still at the beginning of the party.
“Is it rude if we don’t go back?” I ask in my dream state.
“Baby, say the word and I'll whisk you up the stairs to our room.”
“I would love that, but I don’t want to upset your mum,” I admit.
“Why don’t we show our faces for another hour, then I do that all over again?”
“You spoil me,” I giggle.
“That’s what I'm here for,” he leans closer to kiss the top of my head. “Fallon, I cannot imagine being without you now.”
I smile into his now wrinkled shirt, before looking up into his eyes. “I feel the same.”
“Good, because you're stuck with me.”
We bask in our glow for a few minutes more before begrudgingly dressing and heading back to the party. Knowing we have snuck off makes me feel so guilty, all the effort his mother has gone through, and all I want is to bed her son. Shame on me.
We’re walking back through the house, much more slowly this time, heading towards the marquee.
Our arms are wrapped around each other, and our heads bent together as we giggle, our orgasm high still going strong.
He is currently telling me all the things he plans to do later tonight when a voice drawls out my name.
“Fallon?”
My back straightens, and shivers run down my arms. My lungs aren’t working, as though all the oxygen has been sucked out around me. There is only one person on the planet who has ever made me feel this way, but it can't be…
I turn robotically, my limbs stiff, still clinging to Luke like a lifeline.
I can vaguely hear Luke asking me what’s wrong, but my focus is on the man standing a few feet away from me.
He looks nothing like how I remember, more dishevelled.
He was all dressed so prim and proper, ready to impress.
But now he looks as though he has been sleeping in the bushes.
His hair is longer, and his stubble scruffy and unkept.
His shirt is buttoned unevenly. The only thing that seems unchanged is the crazed look in his eyes that he used to get every time his fake persona would slip.
“You have been a bad girl lately, haven’t you? You know how upset I get when you don’t do as you are told,” he sneers, his body shaking. “Layla told me all about how you couldn’t keep your nose out of our business. But don’t worry, she won't be disobeying me again.”
Luke sucks in a breath, only just realising who the man in front of us is. I drop my arms, feeling like that small schoolgirl all over again, but I can’t. not when Layla could be in trouble.
“John, what did you do?” I ask, horror racing through me.
“Oh, nothing, I just made sure she won't be leaving me again,” he smiles.
He actually fucking smiles.
Everything happens so quickly. He reaches a hand around his back before lifting it out in front of us. I don’t even register what it is he is holding before Luke grabs me by my shoulders and shoves me so hard I fall hard on my back.
“Run!” He screams, just as a loud bang rings out, echoing around the room.