Текст книги "Wild Cards"

Автор книги: R.C. Stephens

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Chapter 20

Vicky

I slowly woke up feeling warm and cuddly. The heavy arm sitting across my body had me pinned in place, and the masculine scent had my libido churning before I’d opened my eyes. Last night was definitely off the charts and different from the brief sexual encounters I’d experienced at the parties. My body was sore in the most delicious way. As I began to shrug out of Luc’s arms, his eyes fluttered open and his lips turned up in a lazy smile.

“Hi,” he said with a rough morning voice. That darn accent of his was so sexy; I’m turned on by his voice alone.

“Hey,” I responded feeling unsure about morning after lingo. What happened next? Did I continue to spoon with him? Did I make us breakfast? The thought of falling into some familiar routine with him scared me, the happy couple picture made me want to run for the hills. Deep down I know I couldn’t run forever. I had already got myself into more trouble than I could handle with Scott Wellington, and if it wasn’t for Luc…well, I shuddered at the thought. Besides, I knew that running from him would hurt him deeply. I could never be the cause of pain for him. He had suffered too much.

Looking at the clock beside the bed I knew my next steps had been made up for me. I needed to get up for work.

“I need to get up, Luc, I can’t be late for work,” I said, giving him a silly grin. He was just so hot that I was still in awe that he was giving me the time of day. I knew he was broken but I also knew how many women he had turned down in the past. The reality was that he’s tall, dark, and handsome, a lethal combination.

He nuzzled his nose into my neck and slowly began nibbling down. “You can be late when you are sleeping with the boss,” he muttered.

My eyes went wide, I never thought of him that way. Holy shit, I’ve slept with my boss and a guy that’s closely connected with my long lost father. This couldn’t be good. We had two strikes working against us and we had only begun to explore what was happening between us. Probably feeling my tense reaction to his words, Luc pulled his head back and stared at me like I was a skittish cat.

“You’re not happy about sleeping with the boss?” he chuckled.

I pulled away from him and pulled myself up to a seated position on the bed, bringing my knees up to my chest. “Luc, I….I don’t want to mess things up. I feel like New York is a fresh start for me and…you know, meeting Bryce and him wanting to get to know me….I don’t want him to think poorly of me for falling into your bed…” I trailed off nervously.

I began to bite my nails, which I usually did when I was nervous. “Relax, Vicky,” Luc sat up but leaned back on the headboard looking very relaxed. “I didn’t plan on telling Bryce that I was taking his daughter to bed and so what if we are working together. It’s a professional atmosphere, no one will know,” he argued, as if it was no big deal. I wanted to believe him but the fact that my body felt electric when he was around, and I got a dumb smile on my face; made me worry that this working arrangement wouldn’t be so simple.

“Stop overthinking this,” he said with his raspy accent, rubbing my thigh with his hand. His hand slowly drifted upward in between my thighs, cupping my sex, my legs turned lax and opened up to his touch. There it was again, the darn pull I felt toward him. He turned to face me and captured my lips with his. The kiss was hungry again, and I knew I was soaked between my thighs. “You’re the sexiest women I’ve ever seen, but I’ve been trained to act. I won’t undress you with my eyes when we’re at work,” he murmured through our sensuous kiss.

“Like you’re doing now?” I murmured into his mouth.

“I’m trying to get you out of my system before we get to work, although it’s going to be hard considering I can’t get my fill of you,” he whispered down my neck. He pressed his thumb against my clit and I felt my insides clench. I was hungry for him all over again.

He slid a finger inside me and I could feel myself squeezing him. “Oh, Vicky, your pussy is so greedy,” he said with a devilish grin.

“Only for that thick cock of yours.” I smirked back at him.

“I love your dirty mouth, you’re so sexual. It’s such a turn on,” he said rolling his hips between my thighs. Agh! He liked to torture me. The truth was I had become very comfortable with talking about sex since hitting up the parties over two years ago, but I never really did talk dirty with anyone. The parties had always involved more action than talk. For those guys that did have a dirty mouth, I found it a turn on but I never reciprocated. With Luc I was talking dirty because he brought the vixen out of me and his cock was so damn beautiful.

He slid into me. I was so ready for him my hips bucked into him. We tumbled and turned and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he rolled his hips into me, pushing his cock in hard and deep.

Then he flipped us over, so that I was seated on him and lifted his ass in the air. I was spread eagle on him and airborne. I rubbed myself against his hard cock and he circled us in the air. He was so damn strong. I could feel every muscle in his fine ass tensing. He rolled his hips into me as I rode him. I felt myself getting close when he took his hands, held me by the waist and flipped me so that I landed on my back with his cock still inside me. I began to giggle at that move. Then he pounded hard into me and I couldn’t hold on anymore. His cock rubbed my clit, and I could feel the friction of his balls smacking into me and I just let go calling his name.

***

Back in my apartment I did a quick job of tidying up a bit then I gathered the laundry in search of a washing machine. Clearly a place as extravagant as this apartment would have a laundry room. After searching for a few minutes I found a large room with a fancy stainless steel washing machine and dryer, score. Only my luck, they were computerized and it took me a little too long to figure it out.

As I made my way into the kitchen, my eyes landed on the fancy espresso machine sitting on the counter. I hoped it worked because after our late night last night, I would need a double to zap me completely awake. After a few minutes of fidgeting with the machine I had myself a delicious latte.

I was glad Luc had let go of his fear of being alone with me. I was also glad that he had chosen to trust me, even though on the inside I still felt scared and sometimes like right then, I wanted to run away and find my next fix to numb my pain. I knew it didn’t make sense because things were going well, but it was exactly the 'going well' part that scared me the most. I was scared to feel, I was scared of falling too hard. I kept on having these visions in my mind of falling to my knees and crying hysterically because I had lost him. I knew it was my anxiety working me over, but I also knew there were no guarantees in life.

Luc’s family was mafia. I was surprised they let him leave the family business. Usually in those scenarios it’s more of a until death do us part. Every time I kissed his abdomen or my tongue ran along the scar left from the bullet, my heart ached for him.

My mind then drift to Nessa, I wondered if she was alone in her room or if Brad spent the night. I hoped she wouldn’t bring a random stranger back here. I quickly showered and got dressed. I wasn’t planning on working in a professional office, so the clothes I brought along weren’t business casual. I put on a pair of black dress pants and a teal colored tank top that was a silky material and once again I wore my Jimmy Choo lace ups. As I tied them up, visions of Luc fucking me with my shoes flailing in the air came to mind.

I sauntered back out to the espresso machine for another coffee. I think it may have been my favorite thing in this apartment apart from the multi-jet shower. The apartment was beautiful and spacious, but it was not like I needed this much space. As I pressed the button for my single shot latte, a man cleared his throat behind me.

I turned around and flinched. “Shit, Brad, you scared the crap out of me,” I said, holding my hand to my chest.

“Sorry, cuz, I was headed for that machine too. It makes the best coffees, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, you’ve lived in this apartment too?” I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Yeah, after I came back from college a few years back, I stayed here for a short while before I got my own place,” he explained.

I had figured after the way that he and Nessa were flirting last night that they might hook up, but I didn’t feel like I knew him all that well to inquire.

“So do you work at Tyson too?” I asked looking for a topic of conversation. The situation was a little awkward. Yes, he was a cousin, but I just met him, and he was in my kitchen with his shirt left wide open, discussing random things with me after he spent the night with my best friend.

“No, I don’t. Uncle Bryce had wanted me to work there and tried to groom me to take over one day since both of his sons showed no interest, but I kept on screwing up and we became estranged for a while. I got into real estate and I am a developer. I’m happy with that, I don’t feel the need to control the empire. I do well enough on my own,” he grinned widely, showing off perfectly white sparkling teeth. He looked like an Abercrombie model. No wonder Nessa couldn’t resist him.

“Look, I hate to leave your friend before she wakes up,” he began to explain in a fluster, probably because he’s a womanizer and admitting these things to your cousin was inappropriate. “I will leave her my number on the counter, tell her to call me,” he said sheepishly.

“No worries, Brad, Nessa is not exactly the settling down type,” I began to explain.

“Oh, I know, she told me, the shit she’s into sounds awesome,” he said excitedly, causing my mouth to drop open. I couldn’t believe she told him that shit; he was my cousin for goodness sakes. “Get that look off your face, Vick, I’m far from a saint,” he said with his blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh, I’m sure about that,” I said, blowing out a breath.

“Anyway, she said you are getting tight with Luc, which is cool. So we don’t have to worry about bumping into each other and things getting awkward,” he said buttoning up his shirt.

A moment later, Luc came through the door looking intense and serious in a dark grey suit. “You’re lucky you are her cousin.” He smirked to Brad.

“No shit.” Brad smacked him across the chest. Then he walked over to the espresso machine and took one of the to-go cups and hit a button. When his coffee was ready, he put it to his mouth and closed his eyes savoring the taste.

“Okay guys, got to run, catch you later,” he said, grabbing his sport jacket from my couch and walking out the door.

Luc rolled his eyes at me. “You should warn your friend,” he said sarcastically with a hint of humor.

“I think she can handle him,” I reassured him.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked, as his eyes roamed my body from the chest down.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I said, holding onto my coffee. I grabbed my purse and Luc placed his hand at the small of my back as we left the apartment.

***

Later at work Nessa sent me a text message about what an animal Brad was in bed. I reassured her that I would do just fine without the gory details, reminding her that he is my family. Luc had stuck to his word stealing small glances and carefully touching me when no one was looking. It was almost as if we were playing a little game at work of boss and helper. The truth was I liked the idea of him bossing me around, at least in bed I did.

I was happy when Bryce finally stopped by my office today with an apologetic look on his face and he stayed for lunch. He had lots of questions to ask me about my childhood and what intrigued me about engineering. I began to think that maybe Luc was right and I should give him a chance.

My first week at Tyson went by and Luc and I easily fell into a routine of boss and employee by day and hungry lovers by night. Nessa found a job waitressing at a local deli by day, and using the same contact I had used when first arriving to New York, she began to take Brad to the sex parties, by night. Apparently he was totally into it and they spent part of the time screwing each other before they moved on to other partners. He had told Nessa that she was his dream girl since she didn’t subscribe to monogamy.

She also told me that they grew up similarly, going to private schools and boarding schools in Europe, and that they both spent their childhoods feeling alone. By the time they hit their adolescent years they were both rebellious fuck ups. It made me wonder if they realized how much they had in common or if these were only funny stories they shared.

Luc and I continued to have crazy monkey sex all over his apartment. I had gone to his doctor and refilled my prescription for birth control, and life was good. We slipped up and had sex in his office the other day, but I told myself it couldn’t happen again because I knew I left his office looking like a disheveled hot mess. I didn’t need people wondering.

As the weeks passed by I grew more and more comfortable in my new life. The comfortable carpet that I had once used to walk through life had found its way under my stride again. Bryce paid me a nice salary and I bought myself new clothes. I lived with my best friend, and I had a man that went out of his way daily to show me I was special and how much I meant to him. I couldn’t ask for more.

Chapter 21

Luc

These past few weeks had been the happiest of my life. Watching Vicky sleep beside me in bed warmed my heart. I hadn’t had a nightmare once since she started staying over every night. I lightly tickled her arm, willing her to wake up, we needed to get to the office.

“Vicky, we need to get up.” I continued to rub my finger along her naked arm. She moaned.

“I hope you are dreaming about me,” I teased her and she giggled. She had come a long way from the defensive dark woman I met at the sex party over a month ago.

“Always,” she murmured.

I pressed my hard-on into her back and tucked my hand in between her legs. We’ve been having sex everywhere, all the time. She felt so good that I couldn’t get enough of her. As I rubbed her wet pussy with my finger I heard her breaths growing more ragged.

“You’re so wet,” I whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she turned over and murmured as her back arched off the bed. “Luc, I need you inside me,” she said with her eyes still closed.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” I said, climbing on top of her. I dipped my head into her chest and sucked on her perky nipples making them even rosier.

“Luc,” she said grabbing my ass and willing me to enter her. She rubbed her wet pussy along my cock, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I slid inside her, loving how tight she felt, craving to hear her call out my name, and watching how I completely undid this woman who had done everything to control each aspect of her life, including falling in love. We hadn’t said the words yet, but I could see it in her loving eyes. She was no longer cold and distant but warm and near.

As I rolled my hips, rubbing my cock against her clit, her moans grew louder and her back bowed off the bed. As I thrust into her faster and harder, I could feel her pussy growing tight. Then she came and her sweet voice echoed through the room as I thrust into her over and over again. I came inside her, wanting to conquer every part of her body and soul. My balls stiffened and my cock jerked as she clenched around me, milking everything I had to give.

“Mmm, that was a nice way to wake up,” she smiled, lazily opening her eyes.

“I love you,” I told her looking directly into her bright green eyes. She froze and her mouth dropped into an O, then it elongated as she looked for the right words. Her mouth formed an O again and I was nervous that I may have scared her off. When tears sprang to her eyes and her hand went to her heart, I wasn’t scared anymore. I knew she was overwhelmed. To her, love had been scary. She had experienced the loss of her whole family and so much heartache. I held her tight and she placed her head on my shoulder. When she broke down in sobs, I knew she needed this. She needed to cry… she released all her pain that she’d kept pent up inside her for the past two years. We discussed her many ways of drowning out her pain, in alcohol and men, and my way of learning ultimate control over my body and mind after psychoanalyzing ourselves from all angles, we concluded that we weren’t dealing with the pain and we weren’t allowing ourselves to heal, it was only a Band-Aid solution.

After long moments of silence I needed to hear her voice, I needed to hear the words come from her mouth. “Vicky, say something,” I said, pulling my head back and wiping her tears away with my finger.

She looked into my eyes, her own eyes had turned bloodshot making the green look iridescent, I was scared she was breaking apart on me, and I wanted to mend her back together.

“Luc, I love you too,” she said, her voice cracking. That’s all I needed to hear before I possessed her mouth again. She was the first woman in my life to see me for me, and to love me for who I was, and not something I was trying to be, and it meant everything.

She pulled away laughing. “What is it?” I asked feeling confused. This moment wasn’t funny.

She cupped her hand over her nose. “My nose is running from crying and I am slobbering all over you,” she said, lifting from the bed while holding her nose and laughing.

“I didn’t mind your slobbering,” I admitted as she darted into the bathroom. A moment later she was blowing her nose. When she came back out she stood before me naked and perfect. I knew we both had a lot of issues from our past that haunted us, and we were both broken in our own way, but together we made sense. We felt right.

“Should we get ready for work?” she asked. A week ago I made room in my closet so she could leave a few things here. I liked the idea of her getting dressed up here rather than going down to her apartment half naked. Brad had been hanging around Nessa a lot lately, and although he was her cousin, I liked Vicky here with me. I liked knowing she was safe. I knew a part of how I felt was based on my past; on the fact that my family was dangerous, and I wanted to make sure she was safe. It was a part of me that was hard to let go.

“Yeah, I have a breakfast meeting so I won’t be in the office today,” I said, climbing out of bed.

Her bottom lip turned out, “Oh.”

She was so damned sexy and cute. “The Japanese are in town this week, Vicky, they have proposed a new battery for the car and we have a lot of people working on the deal. It’s going to be a busy week, I won’t be around much, but if their claims are true, this could be big news.”

“I hope it works out, but I will miss you around the office,” she said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

After pulling on my pants and shirt, I chose a tie and knotted it up. I hoped the Japanese knew what they were doing. The preliminary reports were promising. I was close to achieving one of many dreams and having Vicky here reminded me that another dream was dangling in the wind. I just had to reach out and grab it: a wife, a family. I knew we weren’t at that point yet, but something deep down told me she was the one.

“What’s with the solemn look?” she asked, walking out of the bathroom and into the walk-in closet. She took a pair of pink panties out of the drawer and slipped them on. Then she put on the matching bra. I had gone shopping with her last week and convinced her that I would take care of the lingerie; it was a gift from me since it was for the benefit of my eyes only. The set she had on now was a pale pink lace and see through, so I could see her nipples through the material. I was getting hard again just watching her. She then put on a blush color blouse ending my show. If I didn’t have the breakfast meeting, I would take her right there in my closet.

“Would you stop gawking at me?” she said with her lip tugging up in the corner. Her tone was one of irritation, but I knew she liked my attention on her. She craved it, just like I craved her.

“You like it…” I grinned, turning away.

Once she was dressed, we walked down the stairs to the main level in my apartment. I had a local French bakery deliver croissants this morning and they were waiting at my door, fresh and hot.

“This is for you, I didn’t want you skipping breakfast. As it is, you don’t take time to eat lunch in the office. Your father will fire me for overworking you.” I smirked at her.

“Oh, you worked me real good last night, Luc,” she laughed, spinning the meaning of my words. “I think Bryce is suspicious that something is going on between us,” she said, grabbing her coat and purse. “Do you think we should tell him about us? He likes you, Luc, he will probably approve anyway.”

“Vicky, Bryce knows about my past, he may like me, but I don’t think I’m the kind of guy he wants for his daughter…” I trailed off. I didn’t think that he would consider an ex-mafionnaire to be good husband material.

Vicky walked over to me with a sad look on her face and placed her hand over my heart. “You are the perfect kind of guy, Luc. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I came to this city a mess, and it’s because of you that I was able to pull myself together. Please believe me when I say that I think we should tell him soon. I think he will be happy for us. I don’t see him often, but he came by my office yesterday and asked if there was someone special in my life. I got the sense that he knew something but wanted to hear it from me. He’s been kind to me, Luc, and I feel like I owe it to him to be honest,” she said, placing a soft kiss on my mouth. I love to feel her warmth against me. She was the only thing that made me feel whole. Lately, even when I had my dark moments, when I thought of my past and my family, it was the thought of her that pulled me back into the light.

“Okay, if you want to tell him then go ahead, I feel like maybe I owe him an explanation, but you are his daughter, if you want to tell him I can’t stop you.” I grinned, grasping her behind in the sexy blue skirt she was wearing, hugging every inch of her curves. I knew all the males at the office would be ogling her today, as they did every day. Only today I wouldn’t be there to give them my death stare in return. I inwardly cringed thinking how possessive I was of her, but I couldn’t help myself, she was mine.

As Vicky left my apartment, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out wondering if it was the Japanese canceling our breakfast, but when I saw the screen, I stumbled back. It couldn’t be. Not now. Not when everything was falling into place.