Chapter 12 #3
‘Honestly?’ There was a long pause, but then Nancy’s voice came again, this time quieter. ‘I think Eliza dreams of settling down and having children, and he was just there, so it seemed easy. But he wasn’t the right one.’
Eliza wanted to kill her! Why tell the hot farm boy fling her deepest wishes?
‘So, she wants to settle down? Have kids, commit?’ asked Luke.
‘Don’t you want kids, Luke?’ asked Nancy again, as Eliza wondered if she could just strangle her here.
Luke’s relaxed drawl floated over to her again, ‘Well, as we’ve only known each other for about a month, and Eliza has only rented the cottage for another two, I don’t think we need to worry about that yet.
But for the record, yes, when the time is right, and if the person is right, I would love to have a family of my own one day. ’
Eliza’s whole body tensed. He wanted what? The big strong playboy of Farmington wanted a family? Eliza leaned further forward to hear more, but Stavros came bounding over to interrupt them.
‘Another ouzo?’ he shouted.
‘I’m so ready for another one. Let’s go,’ squealed Nancy.
Eliza, not wanting to be spotted, shot off to the back of the restaurant. Her face was flushed as visions of happy-ever-after with Luke danced through her mind, days spent swimming in the river with their two perfect children.
‘I’ll be back in just a minute,’ she heard Luke say, just as she made it to the bathroom queue and leaned against the door, pretending she’d been there the whole time.
‘Hi,’ his voice made her whole body shiver, as she glanced up into his eyes, ‘well, this is quite the coincidence.’
‘You could say that,’ whispered Eliza.
He was looking at her with his come-to-bed eyes, and she wished she could whisk him into the loos and fuck his brains out. The last person ahead of her moved into the toilets and she shuffled a little closer to the door.
He reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. She was flushed, sweaty and could feel how red her cheeks must be. ‘You look beautiful tonight.’
Exhaling the temptation to pull him to her, she swallowed, ‘As beautiful as I looked this morning when you left without telling me?’
His eyebrow quirked. ‘Wasn’t that romantic? And mysterious?’
‘Was it meant to be?’ asked Eliza quizzically.
He laughed. ‘No, I just had somewhere to be.’ He stepped towards her, pulling her into him so she could feel every fibre of his body against hers. ‘Anyway, where would the fun be if I was always where you wanted me to be?’
And with that he leant into her, found her mouth and kissed her. At first gently, then he pushed her up against the wall, his tongue finding hers.
‘I need to fuck you,’ Luke whispered into her ear and Eliza found herself nodding. God that man could kiss. He grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her through a door at the end of the corridor.
Locking the door behind him, he turned around to look at her, undoing his belt and letting his jeans slide down.
He was so hard, and his cock so big, it was making her wet just looking at him.
She rolled her thong down and stepped out of it.
As if she weighed nothing, he picked her up and pushed her against the wall, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. There was no foreplay, no sweet talk, just desperation.
She cried out at the intensity of it, her hands gripping his shoulders as he drove into her again and again. The door was cold against her back, his breath hot on her neck. She could feel his fingers digging into her thighs as he held her up.
‘Jesus, Luke,’ she gasped, as her head fell back.
He claimed her mouth again, stifling her moans as the intensity built between them, his rhythm growing firmer and firmer, his cock filling every inch of her.
She felt primal. Fucking him in a storage room while their friends danced and drank just yards away felt dangerous, forbidden, and more exciting than anything she could ever remember.
‘I’ve been thinking about being inside you all day,’ he growled against her ear, his rhythm never faltering. ‘About how good it feels when you touch me. How much you make me want to come.’
She found she couldn’t form any words, only respond with gasps of pleasure.
‘Come for me,’ he commanded roughly, ‘now.’ She reached down to touch herself, finding her clitoris.
He watched her, and as if her body had been waiting for permission, she buried her face in his neck as she came with waves of unbridled pleasure.
He followed seconds later, groaning, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside her. She could feel him spilling into her.
They stayed pressed against the wall, breathing heavily. The sound of music and laughter from the restaurant seemed to be getting louder and louder.
‘We should get back, sounds like we might be missing out,’ she teased, though she made no move to leave his embrace.
‘Probably,’ he agreed, as he kissed her, his cock still inside her, and his hands starting to roam her body again.
‘Nice try, buddy,’ she said, as she gently pushed him away. ‘I’ve got some friends to attend to, not just you. In fact, you weren’t even meant to be here, so you’ve had all the time you’re getting.’
He stopped getting dressed, and smiled at her, shaking his head. ‘You really are hard to resist, Eliza Fox. But I think I have you figured out. You’re always going to be near a karaoke bar.’
Eliza laughed. ‘Not if I had my way. That’s Nancy. But I guess if you were out searching for me on a dark night, it’s not a bad place to start.’
‘So, how come you’re in London? Is it really just to smash plates?’ Eliza asked, trying to sound casual as she pulled on her thong and rearranged her skirt.
Luke watched her, a small smile playing on his lips. ‘Business. I have a meeting tomorrow morning with some investors for the cinema company.’
‘Oh!’ Eliza replied, surprised by the straightforward answer. ‘I thought it might be something more mysterious.’
‘Disappointed?’ He caught her gaze, his eyes twinkling.
‘Maybe a little,’ she admitted. ‘The spy theory was gaining traction.’
He threw his head back and laughed.
‘You’re a terrible influence, you know that, Luke Stanley?’ Eliza whispered, as she went to leave the room.
‘Me?’ Luke’s eyes widened in mock innocence. ‘I believe you were the one who followed me down this corridor.’
‘I was queuing for the loo!’ she protested, but she couldn’t keep the smile from her face.
‘Sure you were,’ he murmured, leaning in to kiss her one more time. ‘Let’s go before they send a search party.’