by Jagger Cole
He chuckles. “She comes highly recommended from one of the members of the British royal family. She’s good.”
“I’ll say, these are exactly my size!”
“And when we get back, I’ll have to insist on you trying all of them on,” Luke growls. He moves close behind me and kisses the back of my neck. “Trying them all on and them taking them all back off,” he murmurs. “But for now, before I get distracted by you again, let’s go.”
I dress in jeans, a cute sweater, and sneakers, and follow him out of the enormous penthouse. We don’t go to the roof, this time we head down in the elevator.
“I want to drive you there,” Luke explains.
I laugh. “Let me guess, in a brand-new Lamborghini?”
He rolls his eyes. “Sienna, please, much too showy and pretentious.”
“Says the man with a helicopter with his name on it.”
He chuckles while we step out of the elevator. He smiles at the front desk guys who greets him warmly and nods at me.
“And this must be the famous Sienna, Mr. Crow?”
“What gave it away, Mike?” Luke says with a laugh. It’s pretty obvious that what gave it away is his arm possessively around my waist.
“That sweet rock, for one,” Mike chuckles. He nods at my hand with the ring on it, and I blush. Right, that might have given it away too. “Your car is being pulled around front now, Mr. Crow,” the other, younger doorman says. “Driver tonight, or are you taking the wheel?”
“All me, Sam.”
“Drive safe out there, Mr. Crow.”
Sam opens the door wide, and we step into the New York night. Or early, early morning as it is now. An engine roars, and up drives a jet-black, gleaming Aston Martin. The valet steps out and smiles when he hands the keys to Luke.
“How’s she feel, Jamie?”
The valet grins eagerly. “The One-77? Like sex…” he catches himself and looks at me. But Luke just chuckles, and the kid grins. “That’s one hell of a car, Mr. Crow.”
“Ah, yes,” I muse dryly when Jamie steps back inside. I’ve just looked up the car on google on my phone. “The one and a half million-dollar Aston Martin. You’re right. Much less showy and pretentious than a Lambo.”
Luke laughs and hugs me tight. “Hey, laugh it up. It’s true what they say about boys and their toys. And this is the toy to get.”
“I’d make a joke about dicks and making up for something,” I giggle and look up into his eyes. “But I think you’ve already proven that theory wrong.” He grins and kisses me before suddenly, someone yanks me away from him. I scream and gasp, and I whirl to find myself staring at the furious looking Christopher Passanté. Nick is standing behind him, looking just as pissed.
“You little bitch!” Christopher bellows. “If you think this is the end of this—”
Luke pushes past me, and he hits them like a bear. Nick yelps and jumps back, but Christopher takes the charging Luke full in the chest. He grunts and falls to the ground. Luke growls savagely and looms over him with his hands tight into fists.
“We’re going to end this right here and right now,” he seethes through clenched teeth. “What’s the debt?”
Christopher scowls up at him and clambers to his feet. “That’s besides the point!”
“How much?!” Luke roars. People walking by on the street jump back, looking terrified of the beast of a man barking at Christopher and Nick.
Christopher fumes at Luke. “A lot, asshole!”
“A number!” Luke growls. “Now!”
Christopher jumps at the intensity in his voice. “Fine! Four hundred thousand!”
Luke says nothing. He just stares at him and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a checkbook and a pen, and barely looks at it as he scrawls the pen across it. He rips the check off, crumbles it, and tosses it at Christopher’s feet.
“There,” he grunts. “That’s it, and that concludes your business with Ms. Holloway or any of her family. Is that fucking clear?”
Christopher grunts. “Now wait a second, asshole. You can’t just—”
“Is. That. Clear?” Luke roars.
“Crystal,” Nick says hastily. He jumps forward and snatches the check off of the ground. “Crystal clear, Mr. Crow.”
“Take your fucking money and get the fuck out of here,” Luke says. His voice is dangerous sounding, but level. “And if I ever see you again…”
“You won’t, okay?” Christopher mutters under his breath. “Alright, asshole? You won’t.”
“Be sure of it,” Luke spits. “And you,” he turns his fury on Nick. “You ever even think of her again…”
“Never will, I swear!” Nick blurts out.
Luke says nothing. He turns his back on the two men, and I can see from the twinkle in his eyes just how much he’s enjoyed that.
“Enjoy yourself?” I whisper when he leads me away with a hand on the small of my back.
“Immensely,” he chuckles quietly. “Now let’s get out of here.”
8
Sienna
We leave the city behind as dawn starts to crest over the horizon. I realize it’s barely even been twelve hours since Luke walked back into my life, and I think of all that’s happened since then. He came back from the dead, he took me away from the Passantés, he asked me to marry him, and he took my virginity. Somehow, the man I’ve always wanted to be the one to have all of me, and to be my husband ended up as both of those things. Even though fate dealt us a bad hand over and over.
I reach over, and my fingers lace with his over the shifter. Luke turns to grin at me, squeezing my hand in his. We blaze out of the city limits into Long Island, and I know instantly where we’re going.
Luke and Carter and I grew up in a small town outside New York up in the Hudson Valley. But sometimes, when Luke and my brother could scrape some money together for gas and if they were feeling generous, they’d take me and Aurora along with them and drive out to Long Island. Sometimes we’d make it all the way to Montauk, and other times we’d stop at the first beach we saw to go for a swim.
Halfway out to Montauk though, there’s a place that ended up being a favorite beach spot for us. From the beach, you could look up to a big tall cliff that overlooked the ocean. Luke and my brother used to joke about building big houses next to each other up there so that they could be neighbors when they were rich. Aurora would pretend she didn’t hear it when Carter would joke about all the girls he’d get with a big house. And I’d ignore it when Luke would mutter that he’d be sure to live alone forever.
We drive through the Hamptons, and I know that’s where we’re headed. Soon, it’s clear I’m right when Luke pulls off the main road and starts winding through the town towards the shore. We pull up to a big wrought iron gate set into a gorgeous stone wall. Luke touches a button on the car dash, and the gate swings open.
He pulls in and the gate closes behind us. I turn to him and frown. “Hang on. Where are we?” But Luke only grins in silence and keeps driving. We wind up a long driveway though hedges and old trees, until suddenly, we’re there. I gasp, and my jaw drops when he stops the car.
“Luke,” I whisper breathlessly. The house isn’t finished yet, but it’s close, and I know exactly where we are. I step out of the car and stare in awe at the enormous mansion going up. Past it over the edge of the cliff, I can see the beach where we all used to go. I turn to Luke in disbelief.
“You…this is you, right? You really built it?”
He nods. “Just about.” He smiles and steps closer to me, taking my hands. “I told you,” he murmurs. “I wanted to give you the life you deserved. I had to give it to you.”
I turn and stare dumbfounded at the huge house half covered in scaffolding still. “Luke, it’s gorgeous.”
“It will be,” he grins. “When it’s done.”
I smile and turn back to him. “Now I remember someone bragging pretty hard about how they’d live here all alone, forever, once they built their big dream hou
se up on this cliff.”
“Well, it’s safe to say I was a fucking idiot back then,” he chuckles.
“Oh, I don’t know about that!”
He looks at me without blinking and pulls me close to him. “Well I didn’t reach out and take you when you were right there in front of me. So, yeah, that makes me pretty fucking stupid.”
I giggle and lean into him. Our lips come together in a searing kiss, and I moan softly. The kiss grows deeper and hotter, and I gasp when he pushes me back against the hood of the car. I slide back onto it, and Luke growls and moves between my legs. My hands slide under his hoodie and his t-shirt, and he tugs my sweater off. His shirt and sweatshirt follow, and I moan and run my hands over his hard muscles.
It feels so natural to fall into him like this. And I never want this feeling to stop. His hands tug open my jeans, and I stand so that he can shove them down my legs. I kick them off and slide back onto the hood of the car as Luke pulls my panties down too.
We crash into each other, kissing hard. My hands move to his belt, and I open his jeans and push them down. I whimper when my hand finds his big, hard dick, and I wrap my delicate fingers around his throbbing length. I stroke him against my stomach, and he hisses in pleasure. Our kiss deepens, and he spreads my legs and pushes his cock lower. I guide his fat crown against my lips, and his groan mingles with mine when he pushes into me.
“Oh fuck, Luke!” I moan. He’s so big, and it feels so damn good when he slides into me. I hold on to him and kiss him feverishly. Luke starts to thrust into me, going slowly at first and letting me get used to his size. He sinks to the hilt in my hot little pussy. Then he draws back, pulling all the way out, making me crave him all over again. When he slides back in after teasing me, I wrap my legs around him and keep him there inside of me.
“This is the life I wanted, love,” he grunts and pushes deep into me. “You, my ring on your finger, the big ass house on the cliff.”
I moan, whimpering in pleasure and clinging to him as we move together. His big dick plunges deep, sending heat tingling through my body. “Oh is that all,” I gasp jokingly.
“No, love,” he grunts. “That’s not all.” He growls and starts to fuck me faster as his cock pulses inside of me. “You, the ring, the house, and a family,” he hisses into my ear. I whimper, and my legs tighten around him. Again I remember when he asked me if I was on birth control, and then growled “good” when I said I wasn’t.
I pull back and our gazes lock. Our breaths mingle with our moans as Luke fucks me hard and perfectly on the hood of the million-dollar car, on the oceanside cliff at dawn with the gazillion-dollar mansion next to us.
“That is,” he groans. “If you want that too.”
In answer, I kiss him as hard as I can and lock my legs around his waist. “Yes!” I moan eagerly. “I want that, baby,” I purr into his ear. I urge him on with my hips, feeling my own orgasm approaching. He groans in pleasure and plunges into me with his big cock.
“You want me to knock you up, love?” he growls. “Because you’re gonna make me come, and when I do, I’m not pulling out. I’m going to spill every fucking drop of my come deep in this gorgeous little pussy.”
“Come in me!” I gasp into his ear. “I want to feel it, Luke! I want you give me all of that come!”
He roars and starts to fuck me like an animal, and I lose all control. I cry out, and the orgasm hits me hard. I cling to him, gasping into his neck and holding him tightly as I come so hard for him. His big cock swells inside of me and starts to throb. I tighten my legs around him and lean into his ear.
“Fill me up, baby!” I moan. “Give me that come and put a baby in me.”
Luke grunts, his hands grip my hips tightly, and he pushes his cock so deep inside of me. He kisses me hungrily, and I moan when I feel him start to come. His hot seed splashes into me, pumping like a hose deep inside. I cling to him as one orgasm leads to another, before we hold each other tightly.
Slowly I feel myself float back to earth. I pull back and giggle when I look into his beautiful eyes. Luke grins curiously. “What’s the joke?”
“No joke, I just can’t believe this is real,” I say in disbelief.
“It’s real, love. It’s real, and it’s here to stay.”
I blush and look down at my stomach. I suck my lip between my teeth and look back at Luke. “Can you imagine if you… you know. If you did it? That time?”
He grins. “Fuck I hope so. And if I didn’t…” he shrugs and kisses me slowly. “Then we’ll just have to do it again. And again. And again.”
“We’d better keep practicing,” I whisper.
“Definitely.”
I brush his lips with mine, my heart racing. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he breathes. “I’ve loved you my whole life, and fuck me, I’m going to go ahead and keep on loving you for as long as I live, Sienna.”
Our lips come together as the sun rises over the edge of the cliff. And I know, after all these years, I’m home.
Epilogue
Luke
“A toast! A toast!” Maryanne, Sienna’s mom, stands with a big smile on her face and a glass of wine in her hand. She likes to complain teasingly to me that I’ve ruined her usual shit wine for her by getting her hooked on the crazy expensive old-world vintage stuff from my cellars. But, it’s actually fine that I’ve ruined five-dollar bottles of wine for her, because I’m stocking the wine cellar of the new house I’m building her nearby with all the vintage bottles she could ever want.
“Luke,” she grins at me. “A toast, to you.”
“Nah,” I laugh, waving my hand. “Nah, not to me. Pick someone better, like my wife.”
“Wife!” Aurora laughs from across the table. “I only see one measly little engagement ring! When are you making an honest woman out of my girl here!?”
She’s teasing. The wedding is in two weeks. I’ve just gotten pretty used to calling Sienna “my wife” or “my bride,” because damn it feels good to say it out loud.
“Well, my daughter is certainly amazing, but I think a toast to you is in order. You know, we really thought we’d lost you too for a while there,” she says with a sad smile. “And then you come waltzing back in cool as can be with this brand-new life for yourself!”
I smile and put an arm around Sienna’s shoulders next to me. “For us,” I whisper. She smiles and turns to kiss me back. We’re not pregnant yet, but we’re having plenty of fun trying. And it’s just as well, Sienna keeps telling me, because the dress just fits, and if she was growing a baby in that tummy, it wouldn’t. But something tells me, it’s not going to be long now. Hell, at the rate we’re screwing, I’d be shocked if it didn’t happen before the wedding.
My phone rings in my pocket, and I frown. I stick my hand in there and turn it off. “Sorry,” I murmur to Maryanne. “Keep going with this toast to me!”
Sienna rolls her eyes. Maryanne leans down to kiss my cheek, and Aurora laughs. But then my goddamn phone goes off again. I scowl and pull it out. My frown deepens at the unrecognized number. I pay a lot of money to have this number of mine kept off any lists. No one has it except people I give it to, so I’m more than a little confused about the unknown number that pops up.
“Sorry,” I grunt and stand. “I have to take this.” I turn and smile at Sienna and kiss her softly. Then I step out of the dining room.
I head out to the back deck that looks out over the cliff and the ocean, currently glowing in sunset. The phone rings a third time, and I growl and answer it. “Who the fuck is—”
“Hey buddy.”
I freeze. Actually, I think the entire world freezes. I swallow slowly, and I can feel my pulse slowing, because I just heard a voice from the dead.
“Who…” I croak quietly. “You’re—who the fuck is this?!” I snarl. I know who it sounds like, but that’s not possible, because Carter is dead. So whoever is fucking with me pretending to be my dead friend is about to get my full wrath.
This time, I fall to my knees on the deck. This isn’t someone pretending. I’d know my best friend’s voice anywhere. It might be an impossibility, but I know what I’m hearing, which is Carter, my best friend who’s been dead for years, speaking to me through the phone.
I blink and I try and breath. “What?” I gasp hoarsely.
“Oh stand up you big fucking cry baby. I’m alive, okay?”
I choke on a laugh, and I won’t even lie, there are tears in the corners of my eyes. “How—Carter?! How the fuck are you—”
“Long story, man,” he growls. And it’s him; it’s really, really him. “It’s a really long story, but I’ll fill you in.” Carter chuckles.
“Fuck, man!” I crow. “You’re fucking alive?! Where the hell are you? Are you okay?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I’m fine. And I’m close, man. Real close. I just wanted to call…”
“Carter, fuck, man. Listen, there’s…” I have to tell him. I might have thought he was dead, but he’s not, and the man needs to hear it from me that I’m marrying his little sister. Come what may with the consequences of him knowing that, I have to tell him. “Look, there’s something you have to know—”
“That you’re marrying my kid sister, asshole?”
My jaw drops. “Carter…”
He laughs. “I’m fucking with you, Luke. Dude, I’m glad! I’m fucking relieved! She’s in good hands with you, like I always knew she would be. Fuck, I can’t believe it took you coming back from the dead to make a fucking move.”
I shake my head, smiling from ear to ear before my brow furrows. “How’d you know about me coming back from the dead? And what the hell happened to you that day?”
“Long story, and an even longer story.”
“Oh man, I can’t wait to tell everyone!”
“Don’t tell them,” he growls quietly. “Well, not yet.”
