by Jagger Cole
“You… how are you...?”
I shake my head slowly in disbelief as the man I thought was dead steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
“What?” I whisper. “How?”
His dark eyes capture mine, and he slowly starts to walk across the floor towards me. “For you,” Luke growls deeply. His voice rumbles across the small room right into my chest, making me tremble. “The how doesn’t matter.”
I blink again, as if this might be a dream. “You’re… Luke, you died.” My brain says this can’t be real. I mourned this man. For fuck’s sake, we had a funeral! But there’s no denying that I’m awake, or that it’s him, in the flesh, standing a few feet away from me.
He shrugs and gives me a half-cocked grin. “Sorry to disappoint, Sisi.”
I blush deeply and grin like an idiot. But then, I frown as I replay the last few seconds of my life. “Wait, me? What do you mean?”
“You,” Luke grunts. He steps even closer, closing the distance between us while my breath comes heavier. “I mean I came back for you, Sienna.” His eyes are burning hot as they lance into mine. He steps closer until he’s standing right in front of me, towering over me.
“Luke, I don’t understand…”
“It’s you, Sienna,” he growls quietly. “It’s always been you, and I’d come back from Hell itself to find you and tell you that.”
Elvis, and perhaps reality, have left the building. I stare in shock and disbelief into Luke’s eyes. My heart races, and my skin burns as he reaches for me, and I gasp as his hand grips my hip with one hand. He pulls me closer to him, and his other hand tilts my chin up.
“I came back for you, love.”
His lips press to mine, and everything I know turns upside down. And if there were any doubts to my own sanity or if this were a dream, they go away the second he kisses me. Because that kiss is so real it makes my head spin and takes my breath away.
I moan as Luke kisses me. I can feel every single aching fantasy for him I’ve ever had come roaring back from the past. Every yearning desire for him and every naughty dream hits me at once, and I kiss him back as deeply as I can. Luke’s rock-hard arms circle me tightly and pull me into his muscled body. He kisses me like people get kissed in movies, and his lips are just freaking perfect. It’s not the fantasy I always had of kissing him… it’s better.
After a hundred years go past, or maybe it’s five minutes, we pull slowly apart. My lips can still feel his though, and I know I’ll never forget the taste of them, even if this is a dream. I realize my eyes are still closed like an idiot, and I blush as I open them. But if I thought the kiss was hot, the way he’s looking at me afterwards is even more scorching, and I gasp.
“Come on,” he says quietly. He takes my hands in his, he grins at me and makes my stomach flip, and then he turns and pulls me towards the door.
“Wait, Luke,” I gasp. “Wait, I’m…” I frown and pull back. “I’m getting married, Luke.”
His eyes narrow, and he shakes his head. “Not anymore you’re not.”
He pulls me gently and this time I don’t pull back. My heart races, and I grab my dress and hike it up as I rush after his bold strides. Lisa, the wedding planner, comes around the corner, and her jaw drops to the floor when she sees us.
“Excuse me, yes, hi, who the hell are you? And where the hell are you taking her?”
“Out of here,” Luke grunts, barely looking at her. I just shrug and flash her a smile. Luke slams a set of doors open, and my face falls. We’ve walked right out into the guests that are milling around outside the chapel waiting to go get their seats. Every eye turns to me, and every jaw falls open.
Lisa yammers something about going to find my mother, who I presume is still in her dressing room with Aurora, seeing as I can’t spot them in the crowd. Christopher and Nick push their way through the crowd. Luke ignores them and pulls me gently after him, but they shove their way in front of him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Christopher roars at Luke.
“Leaving. Now.”
Christopher looks furious. “Listen asshole! Get your hands off of her!”
“No thanks,” Luke grunts and shoves past them. I almost laugh as he pulls me after, right through them.
“Now just wait a second!” Christopher barks after us. “Are you part of this? Huh?” I know he’s talking to my back, but I don’t turn to look. “Listen to me, you little bitch!” He snaps. Luke freezes, and I can literally hear him growling, like an animal.
“We have a contract!” Christopher yells. “You little bitch! We have a deal—”
Luke drops my hand and marches over to Christopher. “Not anymore you don’t!” He snarls at the older man. He jabs a finger into his chest. “Not. Any. More.”
“She…” Christopher looks white, but he still glares at Luke. “Her family owes me!”
“Do they?” Luke growls. “Fucking bill me. And then consider it settled.” Christopher sputters, and Luke shoves his large finger into his chest again. “Call her a bitch one more time and I break your jaw.”
My would-be father-in-law snaps his mouth shut firmly. Nick never even says a word, but Luke turns to him with fury on his face. “And you? You ever so much as think about her again, and I’ll find you.”
Nick nods readily. Luke turns to me, ignoring the flabbergasted guests. “Let’s go, love.” He takes my hand gently, he looks down into my eyes, and he grins. It’s the same heart-melting smile that stole my heart the first time I ever learned that hearts could be stolen. And it does the same damn thing this time.
He takes my hand, and I stare in shock at the helicopter I’ve just noticed sitting in the baseball field across the street. Luke lifts a hand and makes a circle in the air with a finger, and the engine starts on cue. I can see the words “Crow Financials” stenciled on the side, and I stop short to stare up at Luke.
“I don’t understand,” I blurt.
“You will, love,” he growls. “I promise. I’m going to tell you everything. But first, let’s get the hell out of here.”
He slides open the door to the back of the luxury helicopter, and he helps me and my big white wedding dress inside. The door closes and we rise up into the air, hand in hand with Luke Crow; back from the dead with my heart in his hands.
3
Luke
“But… Luke, how?! How are you here?!”
The shock of it all is starting to catch up with her; me showing up at the church like that, taking her away, and flying her off in a helicopter. But of course, the biggest one is that I’m alive. She doesn’t know my story, or what really happened over there. All she knows is, Carter and I went to fight, and we never came home.
“Take a breath, Sienna,” I growl gently. I take her hands in mine as the chopper flies through the sunset back towards the city. “Just take a breath, I’ll explain everything.”
“You disappeared!” She suddenly yells. She rips her hands away from me and pulls back. “My God, Luke, you died! We had a fucking funeral for you!”
I close my eyes tight and frown. My teeth grind, knowing the pain she’s feeling. “I know,” I say quietly. “I know, Sienna.” That one was a shock when I managed to get back home. Seeing your own obituary will make the air around you taste a little sweeter, I can promise you that. I still haven’t made it to see my own grave, and I don’t think I will.
“But I’m back now,” I growl. I reach for her and take her hands. This time, she doesn’t pull away. I pull her into me with a groan. Ten minutes ago, I kissed this girl for the first time, after years of dreaming of it. I’ll be damned if I stop with just once.
This time, when I kiss her, she kisses me back hard. She moans softly into the kiss, and my hands circle her, pulling her as close to me as I can get. I’ve wanted this so damn badly for years. She’s all I ever wanted, ever. But Sienna was Carter’s kid sister, and she was too young for me. But she’s not anymore, and now, she’s all mine.
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nbsp; My hands grip her waist tightly. My fingers brush over the wedding dress, and I want to rip the fucking thing right off. I want to shred it from her body. For one, because it’s what she was going to be wearing when another man made her his. But also, because after years of craving her, I want her naked, moaning, and in my damn arms. Immediately.
My hands move up her back, and I start to pluck away the fancy ties and ribbons of the corset-style dress. Sienna tenses for just a second, but then she kisses me back even harder. Her hands move up my arms, feeling my muscles. She moans against my lips and her hands slide to my chest.
I tug at the ribbons, loosening the dress, and I start to peel the damn thing off of her. My other hand grabs the big poufy dress and starts to yank it up her long legs. Sienna gasps into my mouth and kisses me even deeper. But suddenly, she stops me and pulls back.
“Hang on, Luke…” She sucks her lips between her teeth. Her eyes search my face. “Hang on, all of this… I need to know. I mean God, this helicopter!”
I smile and take her hands in mine. “Yes?”
“Your name is on it, Luke.”
I chuckle. “I’ve got a lot to tell you, Sienna.”
“So, tell me?”
“I will, love,” I groan and pull her close to me again. She comes willingly, blushing as her dress loosens and slips off one shoulder tantalizingly. Fuck, I’ve wanted her for forever. I’ve dreamt of pulling her clothes off almost every night, especially since I left. I’ve imagined how sweet she must taste, and how beautifully she’d moan when I slide in deep to claim her. Tonight, I’m done imagining it.
I know I could wait until there’s a bed and four walls around us. But this girl crumbles my will, and she always has. I know damn well we’re not making it back without me putting my hands on her. Or my mouth.
The privacy wall is up between us and the pilot, and I groan as I pull Sienna into me. She gasps, falling against my chest and then moaning when my lips taste hers. I groan and kiss her hard and punishingly, until she’s panting into my mouth breathlessly.
“I will,” I grunt. “But first…”
“First what?” She whispers.
“First I have to do this, because I’ve wanted to do it for fucking years.”
Sienna gasps when I kiss her hard again. This time though, I keep kissing her and pushing her backwards, until she falls back across the big plush seat of the helicopter cabin with a moan. I grip her big white dress and start to push it up to her waist. Sienna doesn’t stop me. Instead, she kisses me deeper, and her hands slide over my shirt and tighten into fists.
Her legs spread as I move between them and push her dress higher and higher. I groan into her mouth and kiss her like my life depends on it. Her bare legs open for me, and the dress slides up to her waist. I grind against her, and I can feel the heat pulsing between her thighs. I can feel the wetness of her pussy through her panties and my slacks, and it’s fuel for my roaring fire.
My mouth slides over her jaw to kiss down her neck. My hands push into her hair, messing up the elaborate work her hair stylist did for the day. But I like her tousled, and I always have. I let her long dark tangles fall across her face, and I kiss my way lower. My breath teases down the valley between her tits, and she gasps sharply.
“Luke…” she moans. She arches against me, and her hands grip the back of my head. But I keep kissing down her body, down over the white of her wedding dress until I move between her legs. I push them wide and growl savagely as my eyes land on what I crave. Her lacy white thong is dripping wet against her pussy, and I can already smell how fucking sweet she’ll taste.
My fingers curl around the waistband, and I start to peel those panties away. Sienna moans quietly, her eyes are locked on me as I pull her panties down, until they slide off of her hips and away from her pussy. I tug them down her legs and pull them off. I groan as I bring them to my face and inhale deeply. Goddamn, she smells like heaven, and my mouth waters knowing I’ll be tasting her soon. My cock throbs hard and ready, and I move between her thighs.
She’s perfection. Her gorgeous little pussy is pink and glistening for me, and I don’t hold back another instant. My mouth covers her smooth silky lips, and I groan in satisfaction when I slide my tongue up between her folds. Fuck me, she tastes like sweet heaven. She tastes better than any of the fantasies I’ve ever had, and I’m addicted to her with one damn lick.
“Luke! Oh God!” She moans loudly. Her body trembles when I drag my tongue through her lips. I grunt, tasting her deeply and running my tongue in slow circles around her clit. She goes crazy when I do that, and her hips push against my mouth. My hands slide round to grab her ass, and I pull her against me. My tongue plunges into her, drinking down the nectar while my cock throbs aching hard in my slacks. I’ve waited years for this, and it’s even better than the fantasy.
My mouth covers her, and I swirl my tongue around her clit faster. Later, I’ll have time to take my time, and make her beg for it. This is just the appetizer I’ve been starving for for years. Her moans drown out the sounds of the helicopter. I growl, running my tongue over her pussy until her arousal is dripping across my chin. I suck her clit between my lips, and I’m unmerciful with my tongue until she’s shaking all over. I’ve imagined Sienna Holloway coming for me for years, and finally, I’m going to make it happen.
I pin her to the seat with my strong hands, and I lick her clit around and around while I growl into her. She shakes, her hips bucking against my mouth, and I can feel her juices running over my tongue as she starts to come for my tongue.
“Oh fuck! Oh God, Luke! I’m coming!” she screams as the orgasm explodes through her. My muscles clench as I hold her tight and swirl my tongue over her clit. I lick her through her orgasm, keeping her riding high until I finally allow her to collapse onto the seat.
She’s shaking and gasping for air when I move up and collect her into my strong arms. I kiss her deeply, and I can feel her lingering whimpers from coming vibrating through me while she clings to me.
“We’re landing soon,” I growl gently.
She pulls away, and those big beautiful blue eyes of her hold mine without blinking. A flush creeps across her gorgeous face, and I grin. Fucking hell, I’ve dreamt of this moment for years while in captivity. And it’s even sweeter than fantasy now that it’s real.
“Where did you go?” Sienna whispers. She leans into me and cups my face in her small hands. “Luke, how are you here?”
But the helicopter is lowering, and she feels it too. Sienna blinks and looks away, and she gasps as she realizes where we are. “Are we in New York?” She turns back to see me grinning, and she smiles. “Where are you taking me?”
“Home,” I grunt. I take her small delicate hands in my huge rough ones. “We’re home, and I’m going to tell you everything, love.”
She blushes, and her lip catches between her teeth. “You keep calling me that,” she whispers.
“I know.”
“Why?”
I smile, a growl rumbling in my chest as I draw her into my arms. She slides into my lap, and she moans when I kiss her slowly.
“Because I do, Sienna,” I say quietly. “I love you, and I always have. And now, I’ve finally got you.”
My lips find hers as we slowly drop to the landing pad outside my penthouse. Now it’s time to tell her everything.
4
Sienna
For a moment, my stomach lurches as the helicopter drops. But it’s like Luke knows what I’m feeling and is instantly there for me. His big hands hold mine, and for the hundredth time, I wonder if this is a dream. But the lingering tingles and tremors from what he just did to me with his tongue are still there, and I know I’m wide awake.
Besides, this is almost too crazy to be a dream anyways. My forever crush is back from the dead, somehow even hotter and sexier than he was before. He’s dressed like the CEO of a fortune five hundred company, and we’re flying in a helicopter with his freaking name on the side of it. And if tha
t weren’t crazy enough, he also just took me away from my own arranged wedding, and then made me come like I’ve never come before with his tongue. It really is too insane to be a dream.
The helicopter touches down, and Luke suddenly picks me up into his arms—one under my knees, the other around the small of my back. I wrap my arms around his neck, and when the pilot slides open the door, Luke steps out, holding me.
I look around in sheer wonder, barely daring to blink. We’re on top of a huge building on the edge of Central Park, with the lights of New York City glimmering like jewels all around us. I look down, and I almost lose my breath again when I see his name again; this time emblazoned across the helicopter landing pad.
“Luke!” I yell over the sound of the helicopter. I turn to him, staring into his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”
But he just grins, which is a mix of infuriating and panty-melting. If I even was wearing panties, that is. I shoot a quick glance over Luke’s shoulder at the helicopter, but he chuckles a rumbling laugh.
“They’re in my pocket, Sienna.”
I blink and stare at him. “Are you a fucking mind reading now?”
Luke laughs. “I know you, love. I know you better than I think you’ve ever known. Now, I’m going to tell you everything, I promise.”
He walks over to a door and swipes his watch face across a panel. The door opens, revealing a gorgeously fancy elevator, and he steps in. I turn to look at him when the doors close, and before I know it, I’m kissing him again. Jesus, maybe this is a dream after all.
The doors open with a ding, pulling me away from his lips. I turn and I gasp as he steps out into a the most beautiful, elegant apartment I’ve ever seen, even in movies or TV shows.
“This is home?” I gasp as he gently sets me down.
“For now.” He shuts the door and flicks on some more lights, illuminating the gorgeous penthouse.
“Luke, how long…” I frown and look at my hands. “How long have you been not dead?”
