Hunting Truth (Orion the Hunter Part Four) Page 6

  Chapter Four

  We walked back into the bar and thankfully the band was still playing. I led Lucas by the hand to our table and we sat down without a word. Angel was focused on Chad as usual but, when she glanced across at me and saw Lucas too, she did a proper double take, then she actually, audibly gasped. I grinned at her and she looked totally confused. Lucas kept his face straight and mouthed ‘Hello Angel’. She looked from Lucas to me and back to Lucas again. Then I could see her subtly trying to attract Chad’s attention but he was lost in the music. I could see Scott staring and he didn’t look happy.

  I felt a little apprehensive when the boys returned to the table. Thankfully, Travis went back to his girlfriend so at least we were spared his loud mouth. Ethan and Chad looked very pleased to see Lucas, and to see us obviously together again. Scott was subdued and didn’t speak. I knew that I’d have to explain things to him after I’d confided in him about what Lucas’ brother had said but that needed to be done privately and it wasn’t the right time.

  The conversation turned to the coming weekend’s festival gig. The boys were flying out to Seattle and there was concern about their instruments getting there safely. Scott didn’t need to take his drum kit but would use one provided on the stage for support acts. Angel voiced her disappointment that she wouldn’t be going because she hadn’t been around when Lucas had made the arrangements. Lucas surprised us all by saying that he’d booked her a ticket—just in case. That earned him a huge hug from Angel and I could see in Chad’s eyes that Lucas was once more firmly installed on his pedestal.

  I would miss them but I was just thinking how nice it would be to have Lucas all to myself for the weekend, when he asked if I wanted to go to the festival. He said he hadn’t planned on going but that we could if I wanted to. Angel begged me to go so I agreed. Lucas leaned over and whispered in my ear that he’d charter a private jet just for us. I grinned, liking the sound of that. I grinned even more when he said that we should ‘join the Mile High Club and then some’.

  Just then Travis came over, leading his girlfriend by the hand. She was what might be called a wallflower. Not plain by any means but happy to blend in and not be the center of attention. Travis introduced her as Jenny and she smiled shyly as we all said hi. Travis pulled out a seat for her, settled her into the chair and then acquired one for himself from another table. He took her hand and gazed into her eyes adoringly. He was obviously besotted.

  Lucas asked if she wanted to come along to Seattle and she blushed, looking to Travis for help. A whispered conversation took place before Travis said that she’d love to. Lucas said she could have his ticket as he now wouldn’t need it. Scott immediately asked why and Lucas told them we’d travel by private jet. Scott got up and walked off to the bar. I was tempted to follow but thought it best to leave him be and not stir up potential trouble between him and Lucas.

  As we got up to leave, Angel asked whether I was going home with her or whether I was going with Lucas. I hadn’t even thought about it and, before I could, Lucas had picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder. I squealed and laughed as he marched through the bar and out into the car park.

  He carried me to his car and, to my surprise, opened the rear door before lowering me to my feet. I got in and realized that Carter was sitting behind the wheel. That’s where I’d seen him before! The first night that Lucas and I had slept together, we’d left this very bar and he’d been driving Lucas’ car that night too. I asked Lucas why he wasn’t driving and he said he’d have needed a few drinks if it had gone badly with me, so he’d taken precautions.

  In no time at all we were parked in the underground garage of the Orion Building. It felt weird although I’d only been split from Lucas for four days. Carter stayed in the car as we got out and walked to Lucas’ private elevator. He inserted the key and the doors opened immediately. As we entered, I had arousing flashbacks of our previous passionate encounter. I looked across at Lucas and saw his lips twitch. He obviously knew what I was thinking about.

  The doors opened into his apartment. I wondered whether Lucas wanted me to go to the playroom. I asked him and he shook his head saying, “Not tonight.” Instead he led me down the hallway and into his bedroom. He switched on a lamp then turned to face me in the mellow light.

  “Oh, Issy, I was beginning to think that I’d fucked everything up and I’d never get you back. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

  I bit my bottom lip, feeling guilty. I saw his eyes flare and I released it. “I can only keep saying sorry and try to earn your trust, Lucas. I should have had more faith in you or at least given you the chance to explain. What I did was unforgivable.”

  “No, Issy. Letting you walk away from me. Out of my life. That was unforgivable and I’m never letting it happen again. I should have had the courage to fight for you, there and then.”

  I smiled playfully. “But what about our agreement? You promised not to pursue me at the end of the month trial.”

  He grinned wickedly and shook his head. “No, I promised to back off if you asked me to.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the same thing?”

  He closed the gap between us and kissed me. Hard. As he pulled his head away, he caught my bottom lip between his teeth. The pressure of his bite made my lip sting. Weirdly, that sting travelled straight down between my legs and caused my sex to clench. Oh that was it, I was wet.

  “No, because you aren’t going to ask me to. Are you, Miss Prince?” he growled as he released my lip.

  That growl broke through my restraint. My hands grasped his shirt and pulled. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons hitting the hard floor filled the air. I yanked it out of his jeans and tugged it off his arms. He simply looked bemused. Then I unfastened his belt and pulled it swiftly through the loops on his jeans. I walked around him and grasped his wrists, pulling them behind him. I was just wrapping the belt around when he laughed and said, “What do you think you’re doing? I think you have our roles a little confused. Do you need me to remind you?”

  I pulled the belt tight and wrapped it around again. “Oh no, Mr. Hunter. You said I had to abide by your rules in the playroom but not in here. That you wouldn’t dominate me in here. You said nothing about me not dominating you. Now do as you’re told.”

  I wrapped the belt around again and again tucked in the end. I reached around from behind him and unfastened the top button of his jeans. Then I slid my hands down those long, lean legs and removed his footwear. When he was standing there wearing just his black jeans, I walked back around and stood in front of him, admiring the view. His pupils had dilated and his irises had darkened like ink.

  I stepped closer then bent forward. I kissed from his happy trail all the way up to his neck. I planted kisses along his jaw then nuzzled the tender spot, just below his ear, making sure my breath blew across his ear. I felt him shudder and his breath hitch. I smiled a secret, self-satisfied smile as I licked behind his ear then traced the shell with my tongue.

  I stepped back and saw that his eyes were closed and his jeans were bulging. I could see his throbbing erection, straining against its denim prison. His eyes opened and he looked at me in question. I took another few steps backwards and began to remove my clothes—slowly. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, I slid my clothes against my skin with seductive precision. I could see his rapid pulse in the vein in his neck as I finally stood naked before him, except for my stockings and heels. My nipples peaked under his admiring gaze.

  I walked back over to him and pressed myself against the length of him, rubbing my stiff peaks across his chest. I stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear, “I fucking want you, Lucas Hunter.” I bit his earlobe gently as I spoke. I felt as well as heard the rumble of his answering growl.

  Carefully, I allowed myself to fall backwards onto the bed. He moved to follow but I lifted my foot and put the sole of my shoe flat against his chest. The thin heel pressed into his skin slightly as I shook my head. He raised an
eyebrow but stayed where he was.

  I bent my legs and placed my feet flat on the mattress, allowing my knees to fall open, just enough for him to get a good view. Then I trailed my fingertips up my sides and onto my breasts. Gently, I kneaded them and teased my nipples, rolling them between my fingers and pinching them lightly. I moaned softly and looked at Lucas through my lashes. The blatant hunger and frustrated restraint I saw there drove me on.

  My hand slid down between my legs and stroked my open slit. I heard a low moan and glanced at Lucas. The muscles in his neck were taught and I could see his jaw clenching. It turned me on even more to see him fighting his urges, knowing how much he wanted me. I was already wet so I dipped a finger inside and clenched around it as my other hand pulled roughly on my nipple. I slid the finger out and then slid two fingers inside, lifting my hips up slightly to afford him a better view. I was so wet that my fingers were dripping when I withdrew them. I traced my juices up along my slit and around my clit. I felt it swelling with need.

  I slid my ass to the very edge of the bed and let my feet fall to the floor, spreading my legs. I inclined my head to Lucas and widened my eyes. His own eyes widened in recognition of my silent command. He dived to his knees between my legs, graceful even with his hands restrained behind his back. I recalled him saying his mother had been a dancer. He’d obviously inherited her natural poise and grace.

  He kissed along my inner thigh, right to the top, and then did the same with my other thigh. He moved his head to repeat the gesture but I wanted his mouth on me so I reached down and grasped a handful of hair and tugged. He looked up in shock but my hands quickly pressed his face into my sex and held him there. I heard him inhale deeply, relishing my scent. His breath tickled as he released it. Then I felt the tip of his tongue probing gently along my folds.

  I slackened my grip on his head to give him room to maneuver. And just watched. And felt. I will never forget that image of my mighty alpha male on his knees, hands bound whilst he pleasured me with his mouth. The sight of him was almost as arousing as the sensations he was eliciting from my dripping pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on regulating my breathing as I’d seen Lucas do. This was too good to end too quickly.

  His tongue licked and lapped and his mouth sucked until my ass was writhing against the bed. My fingers began pulling and pinching my nipples quite roughly. He sucked one of my labia into his mouth, slid his tongue along it and then released it. Oh. So. Slowly. It slipped through his firm lips and back into place. He did the same to its twin and I heard a long low guttural moan and was shocked to learn it was mine. He then pointed his tongue and began to fuck me with it, his nose teasing my slit with every thrust of his face.

  In no time at all, I felt my body building for release, despite my efforts to stall it. My back arched and my thighs pressed against his head, keeping our contact, and then my hips bucked as the crest of my orgasm broke. My body jolted and shuddered as I surrendered completely. I heard Lucas groaning and guzzling greedily. It was the hottest sound imaginable and drove my climax on. Well, that and the fact that he was still tonguing me madly. I thrashed and moaned loudly until my multiple orgasms finally subsided. Lucas was still kneeling with his head resting against my inner thigh. His face glistened with my nectar, his eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful.

  I called his name softly and his eyes opened. He smiled a lazy, self-satisfied smile and my heart swelled. This man loved me. Of that I had no doubt, although I had no reference, never having been loved before. But I knew that he did. And I loved him too.

  I whispered that he should get into bed. The oak floor would’ve been hard against his knees. With a lithe, catlike movement, he rocked back on his heels and pushed up so that he was standing. His balance was fantastic. I could just sit back and watch him move, going about ordinary daily chores and be enthralled by it. I was soon distracted when he sat on the edge of the bed then swung his legs up. He rolled onto his side and I remembered his bound hands. I reached around and unfastened the belt. Then, when I’d freed them, I massaged his wrists gently.

  “Oh that’s better,” he said, flexing his wrists.

  I giggled. “Well at least you have some understanding of what you do to me.”

  “Darling, you coming all over my face gives me a good understanding of what I do to you.”

  I laughed and slapped his arm playfully. “I haven’t finished with that belt yet.”

  He launched himself up and sat astride me, pinning my hands above my head with his as he said, “Oh really, shall I use it to restrain your hands?”

  I leaned up and licked his chest then took his nipple between my teeth. The instant I felt his hands relax, I bucked my hips and twisted, knocking him off balance as I slid out from underneath him, pulling my hands out of his loose grasp. I slid astride him and he laughed in disbelief at my feistiness. I snatched up the belt and lifted his hands up over his head. I knew it was my breasts dangling over his face that allowed me to get away with this. I think he was hypnotized by them!

  When I finished securing his wrists, I slid back down his body, allowing my breasts to graze his chest. I traced my fingers over the large bulge in his jeans then caressed him with more pressure. I unfastened his jeans and released him, taking him into my hands and stroking his silky skin gently. “Hmmm, no underwear, Mr. Hunter?”

  He gave a cheeky, lopsided grin. “No, in your absence I found that the friction of my clothing against my aching cock was a pleasant distraction.”

  I laughed as I tugged his jeans down his muscular legs before throwing them onto the floor. I crawled back up his body, stopping to lick from the base of his balls, up over them and along the length of his cock, grinning when it twitched. I debated which way to take him and decided on reverse cowgirl, thinking that he wouldn’t be tempted to move his hands to fondle my breasts if he couldn’t reach them.

  I turned and hovered astride him. “Hmm, that’s quite a view of your delectable ass, Miss Prince,” he murmured.

  I wiggled it suggestively before positioning myself over the head of his majestic cock. I rubbed the head against my still wet slit, teasing both him and myself. Then I rubbed my wetness against the length of him, up and down. Slowly. I looked down and saw his evident excitement pooling on the top his glans. I collected the clear liquid on the tip of my finger, turned to Lucas and smeared it across my bottom lip. Then I licked my lip with exaggerated slowness.

  “You are a delicious tease, Issy Prince. But if you don’t hurry up and impale yourself on my cock, I’m not going to be able to resist pushing your face into the mattress, pulling your ass in the air and taking you fast and hard.”

  I pouted and blew him a kiss before turning and wiggling my ass. Then, before he had chance to carry out his threat, which I knew to be real, I turned back, positioned his cock and began to lower myself onto him. Oh, I’d forgotten just how incredibly delectable that stretch was. Down I sank until I was completely filled and he was totally inside me. I sat for a second, relishing the sensation and denying the urge to move and allow his cock to stroke my insides.

  I raised myself, unhurriedly, then clenched slightly as I slid back down. I knew that my orgasm wouldn’t be long so I took it slowly. I rose and fell, my hands on the tops of his thighs, in almost complete silence. Just our breathing could be heard. It was perfect. All of the stress and strains of the recent past ebbed away as I felt my soul healing and reinforcing its bond with Lucas’.

  I started when I felt a fingertip trail gently between my ass cheeks as I moved. I clenched hard around his cock and heard his breath hiss between his teeth. Then I stilled. The finger was removed. To make sure he kept his hands above his head, I lay back, my back against his chest. I could no longer ride him as I had been but instinctively he began to rock his hips and thrust into me. Oh. My. God! The angle was perfect for rubbing his cock against my G-spot.

  I turned my head and Lucas sealed his lips over mine. I marveled that we were so in tune with each ot
her. Instinct took over and no words were necessary because every time our intuition was perfect. We kissed tenderly and deeply, much like the action further down our bodies. And when the kiss became more passionate and consuming, so did his thrusts. I felt him raise his bound hands and bring his arms over his head so that his hands rested on my stomach. Again, a faultless instinct as being in his arms at that moment made it perfect.

  I tried so hard to hold back my orgasm so that we could come together and thankfully, just as I began to lose control, I felt the tension spread through his muscles indicating that his release was imminent too. Our kiss became all-consuming and we devoured each other as we fell over the edge of ecstatic release. My lungs were burning with the effort of trying to breathe as I returned his onslaught and we finally collapsed, sated. I lay there with him inside me as he kissed my neck and whispered how much he loved me. In that moment, everything was perfect.

  A little while later I slid off him, unfastened his belt, and curled up into his side, my head on his chest as we began to drift off to sleep.

  “Goodnight, my beautiful Issy. Back where you belong. By my side always.”

  “Always. Goodnight, gorgeous. I can’t wait to wake up in your arms in the morning.”

  “I’ll think I’m dreaming. I’m not letting you out of my sight tomorrow. Just as well I’m at mini-Dakota for some of it.”

  Mini-Dakota! I wondered whether Lucas had appointed another interior designer and I was almost too afraid to ask. I need not have worried.

  “Mini-Dakota needs you, Issy. Nobody can create perfection like you. Whether it’s inside my heart or inside my buildings. Pure perfection . . .” His voice trailed off and his breathing gradually deepened, indicating his passage into sleep.

  I lay for a little while basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and his beautiful, heartfelt words. But something was niggling me at the back of my mind. I couldn’t grasp it, probably because I was so tired. But it was on my mind when my eyes finally closed.