by F. G. Adams
Scanning the area, I look up and down the street, but nothing darts out or looks out of place.
“What is it, Lukas?” Sage questions and begins to search the empty street.
She pushes her hair out of her face and rubs her temples, displaying unfavorable worry. I mentally kick myself.
“Nothing, doc. Everything’s fine. Let’s go,” I report, pulling her to the car and placing her inside.
As I walk around my car, I notice a folded piece of paper stuffed under the windshield wiper.
What the fuck is that?
Extracting the piece of paper, I flip it open and read.
“Fuck.”
Again, my eyes search the alley next to BJ’s and down the dark streets. Nothing. I tuck my legs into the Viper, shut the door, and hit the locks.
“What is it? Tell me, Lukas. What does the note say?” The panic overpowers Sage’s voice.
This is not how I planned our night to end.
“It’s another note, doc. Same message as before. But this time, it was left on my car.” My voice is vacant of any happiness we shared moments ago in the bar.
Sage grabs the note from my hand and begins to read. Tears stain her cheeks and she crumples the note in one hand and drops her head into the other. Distraught. Miserable. Sage finally breaks down; she’s at her limit.
“Shh. It’s okay, babe. I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You hear me? I promise,” I declare. “Come here, princess. Look at me,” I command her to listen, and I lift her off the seat and settle her into my lap.
The small space of the Viper presses us firmly together, but I make it work. Sage needs my strength.
“We’re going to find this guy, Sage. That I can guarantee.”
The soft sniffles from this strong, amazing woman dispatch serrated shards of glass, plunging deep into my heart.
I hold her tighter.
I vow to protect Sage.
Unless I’m six feet under, no one will ever touch what is mine.
16
Sage
Times change, people change, situations change, relationships change. The only thing constant is change. I’m quickly learning change is a good thing. Fighting the inevitable only prolongs the end result, and in the process, I’ve missed coveted time with Lukas. Worrying about things outside of my control hinders the positive elements of life. Be careful what you secretly wish for, because you might get it all. A home, companionship, and love all go together, and I feel them when Lukas touches me.
Inside, a growing sensation overflows, and a smile the size of Texas forms when I think about the last few weeks with Lukas. He’s become the normal in my life. The yin to my yang, a balance within my small universe.
“Where are you, princess?” Lukas yells from the other side of the house.
“Kitchen,” I instantly respond.
I don’t want him to panic. We are both still antsy over the unknown assailant. There haven’t been any incidents since Lukas’ car. I’m aware of the toll it’s taking on him.
He saunters through the doorway in a straight line for me. I lay the knife I was using to cut up vegetables with on the counter and reach for him the same time he easily hoists me up for an earth-shattering kiss. Euphoria. Our lips merge. Tongues tango. We are bound together by an invisible thread, connecting us as one. Nothing compares to Lukas.
My tiptoes gently graze the tile floor as my mind clears from the Lukas high. I sway and he clasps my hips.
“Lukas, you should come with a warning label.”
“How come?”
“Your kisses intoxicate me.”
“And that’s bad how?”
“I can’t for the life of me remember what I was doing before you pranced in here strutting all that fine body of yours.”
He chuckles. “I don’t prance. You think I’m fine?”
“You know you are.”
“Yeah, so? It’s good to hear you finally agree, babe.”
“When the man upstairs was handing out traits, you got a double whammy of conceit, huh, sweetheart?”
“My philosophy is, if you got it, flaunt it. I’ve got it in giant loads. Why the hell not?”
I giggle. “Ain’t no other man on this planet like you, that’s for sure. If there were, God help me.”
“I did.”
“Huh? What did you do?”
“You said, ‘God help me,’ and I simply replied, ‘I did.’ Several times, if I recall last night when you were screaming, ‘Right there. Yes, God, yes, God, please!’”
“Haha. You’re so funny, Hulk. You’re a bonafide riot.
“Comes with the package. Just think you’re the owner of this magnificent body and all that goes with it. You’ve hit the jackpot, doc.”
“M’kay, stud muffin, how ‘bout you help me finish making lunch now that the Lukas fog has cleared and I remember?”
“Lukas fog, huh? You crack me up, funny gal.” He snickers. “Sure. You up for tomorrow and your Grandma’s big shindig? All the family in one place could get a little dicey, especially with your parents. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them.”
“A couple months maybe. Normal for our family. Nah. Fallyn has Ollie. He’ll take care of her. The rest of us can fend for ourselves.” I chuckle. “I’m a big girl. I’m pretty sure I can handle my parents.”
“You are not alone. You’ve got me, you know?”
“How could I forget?”
“I won’t let you,” he reverently says. “Ever. So, what do you need me to do?”
“You’re the best. Hey, could you grab a bag of chips and something for us to drink? I’ll meet you at the table with the sandwiches.”
“Did you make at least two? Takes a lot to keep me fueled.”
“Double decker super-duper sammy coming your way.”
“Got the chips—vinegar and salt. Yesss! It’s the simple things in life; a beautiful lady for company and a good sandwich. I’m a lucky man.”
I study him. He is a ruggedly handsome man capable of rendering me speechless. Intense honey eyes with tiny flecks of green around the dark pupil, a window to the beautiful soul he willingly opens for me. His aristocratic nose leading to a wickedly sensual mouth that showcases sparkling white teeth when he displays for me only that drop-dead goofy smile. That houses a skillfully satin tongue that’s taken me to heaven and back so many times the past few weeks I’ve lost count. The trace of dark stubble shadows a strong square jaw. When he takes a bite of his sandwich, I cross my legs, fighting the urge to forget lunch and go back to bed instead.
“Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on my chin? Aren’t you hungry? You were the one complaining earlier.”
“I, uh, you’re just…”
“Princess wants more of the Hulk, doesn’t she?” he asks with a twinkle of mischief in those eyes.
He’s not far from the truth. I require him to exist. Lukas is as essential as breathing in oxygen and food for nutrition.
I lower my eyes and stare at the sandwich, my appetite no longer for a turkey on rye but the man sitting across the table from me. How does he manage to sexually arouse me eating a freaking sandwich? I dare another glance, and he has resumed eating his double decker. I watch intently as he bites down and a flicker of his crimson tongue slides across his bottom of the sandwich. I’m so screwed. Lukas has me craving dessert, a super-hot fudge Lukas sundae. Yes, please.
“You’re breathing a little hard over there. Would you please at least try to eat before I take you back upstairs? You are going to need the energy. C’mon, princess, open up.”
He offers me a slice of apple. I tentatively lean in and lick my lips. He groans. I open up and take a bite. I slowly chew keeping my eyes locked with his.
“Fuck this.”
Electricity sparks, tingling throughout my body when he abruptly pushes in one fluid motion to his feet and slowly stalks to my side of the table. My heart accelerates from the determined expression. I’m in for it. Yes. He sw
iftly draws me up and over his shoulders in a fireman’s hold, catching me unaware of his intent.
“Luc, what in the hell are you doing?” I breathlessly manage to ask.
“I’m going to give my woman what she wants,” he announces as his footsteps thunder down the long hallway to his destination.
“But lunch. My sandwich,” I counter, blood rushing to my head from being upside down.
“Not important. I warned you not to keep staring at me with those fuck-me bedroom eyes. I’m so fucking hard my jeans are tight.”
The discussion ends when he lowers me. I stumble falling back onto the bed.
“Exactly where you need to be, minus the clothes. Loose ‘em, princess. I want you,” Lukas commands, shucking his T-shirt in the process.
I’m awestruck, staring at Lukas bare-chested. His body sculpted into a work of art. Lean and muscular worthy of comparison to the Greek god Ares. My battle-worn warrior among mere men.
He unfastens the button and pulls the metal tab down. Anticipation rushes over me. My lungs expand and contract, moving at a high speed. He tugs and lowers, bending down to remove the biker boot from one foot and hikes his pants leg up to release the other from his prosthetic limb. He kicks the material loose from around one leg, then releases the other. He chucks the jeans to the side. Standing before me in his birthday suit is my wounded warrior. My Hulk. My man.
Lukas towers over me naked, powerful, and erect.
“Why are you still dressed? Your clothes should be gone.”
I lean back on my elbows, looking up at perfection. The confusion etched on his face fades when my knees fall open and the skirt bunches above my hipbone, baring my womanly folds. I’ve got his attention.
“Sorry, Lukas. I was watching the show and was helplessly caught in your super-hotness.”
I wet my index finger, releasing it with a resounding pop. He follows the path it travels into the downy curls, finding the sensitive spot.
“Ah. It was beyond my control to tear my eyes away,” I huskily mention, circling my pulsing nub with my forefinger. “You understand, don’t ya, big boy? You’ve got me all hot and bothered.” I slide further and insert my finger. “Mmmm. So hot, juicy. Just for you, Luc.”
I withdraw my finger, dripping with liquid heat. His eyes narrow, brimmed with hunger and passion.
“Want a lick, baby?” I offer, tempting the restless beast growling.
Two point five seconds later, I’m flat on my back with Lukas looming above me. He nudges my legs wider and settles his pubic bone at the apex of my thighs. His iron-hard staff achingly throbs on my belly. Warm breath fans the column of my neck. My finger engulfed inside his blazing-hot mouth.
“You send me over the top, out of my mind with an intense, burning need that’s so strong. Fuck. I want you so bad. I’m driven to the brink of insanity, teetering on the edge. Then you offer me a taste of heaven. The flavor of you rushes in my veins. I imagine it’s sweeter than ambrosia, the divine food of the ancient gods. My nectar of life.”
He frames my face with his strong hands, gently directing my stray hair behind my ears, and caresses me lightly with feather kisses. I grasp his forearms and return the kiss, immersed in foreign sensations. The pace is slow, sensual, no rush. He’s relishing in the act of worship. The way his tongue reverently lingers, savoring mine. The kiss deepens. My hips buck and meet a wall of resistance when he uses the weight of his torso to keep me from movement. He pushes my tank top up and massages my pebbled breasts.
“My instincts scream to wrap around you. Tie you to my side, connected as one. Only leave when we need food or the bathroom.” He covers a sensitive rose-tipped nipple, and his tongue plays with the jewelry. I mewl, tossing my head back as awareness erupts at the intense feeling of the direct connection between my boobs and pussy.
“That’s it, princess. I want to hear you make some noise as I pleasure you.”
He pinches the tip of the other nipple, causing a plethora of pleasure and pain.
“Lukas!”
“I’ve only started. I’m going to make love to you until there’s only me you see when you close your eyes.”
His wet tongue traces the valley lowering to the lower abdomen and continues to the hyper-sensitive core. I’m spread open wide.
“Beautiful.”
He opens my outer lips and covers my nub with his mouth.
“Oh, God!” I scream.
When he locks on and sucks, flicking his tongue up and down, my first impulse is to close my legs and push him away, but I cling to him, begging for more or less. I’m uncertain.
“Please.”
Long thick fingers thrust into my silky depths. Time stand stills. Too many overwhelming powerful feelings. He’s taking me apart piece by piece and putting me back together infused with him. Touching me. Tormenting me with a pleasure so intense I’m wrecked. He pumps into me furiously when a violent climax explodes, sending jolts of pleasure.
I’m gasping for air from the intense ride when I feel the bulbous crown of his cock at the opening of my pulsating entrance. His eyes smoldering with passion lock on to me as his steely length slowly eases into my vaginal channel, stretching the trembling muscles. He bites his bottom lip as he slowly presses into me until he’s seated balls deep inside, flush with my pubic bone.
My strong Hulk is resisting his natural desires to pummel me. I caress his strong jaw and savor the intensity of the moment. Our bodies locked as one. No beginning or ending. Only us.
I squeeze his cock, because I remember how it affects him.
He throws back his head and moans. “Perfection.”
He leans in and kisses my swollen lips. I taste the saltiness of myself on his lips. My pussy tingles and clenches at the eroticism.
“You are my heaven. My safe haven in battle. My home. You make me a whole man. I promise you as long as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, you will belong to me, Sage Blackwood. I never stood a chance. From the night I met you, I knew you were made for me. Only me. I won’t let go.”
His firm member penetrates me, filling me up beyond capacity. He moves in and out, a slow and steady motion. I arch my back and his engorged flesh rocks into me. Solid hands anchor on each hip, and he raises me higher as he drives deep, hitting my clit with every surging thrust.
He’s ruined me; only a shell of the person I was before him remains. He’s taken away my fear of failed relationships and showed me the beauty two people share when the connection is real, and with knowledge comes power. Foolish games are for the ignorant.
His jaw clenches when I lower my hands, twisting and pulling my nipples. I clamp down on him, reserved Lukas exits and unrestrained Lukas pounds my pussy unmercifully with his raging cock. His testicles battering my ass. Heat radiates from my chest, spreading down into my depths.
“Hot. Tight. All mine. Say it. Tell me, Sage. I need you to say the words,” Lukas says, grinding his hips.
“Yours, Lukas. Only yours,” I swear, meeting his every move.
I tremble and clamp down on his engorged flesh and scream from the intense orgasm that strikes like lightning, sending waves of ecstasy to every limb in my body. He pumps and forcibly hammers in one last time before his warm semen floods me. His arms collapse and he pushes up quickly so as not to smother me. Then stills, unmoving and breathing heavily. Beads of sweat fall from his body onto mine.
Breathless, he rolls us onto our sides facing each other, still intimately joined. His prosthetic leg propped over mine, again anchoring me to him. I slide my arms around him and squeeze as an abundance of emotions flood me.
“You fit me perfectly.”
“I won’t disagree with you. We are amazing together in the sack.”
He looks at me, hurt. “It’s not just the bedroom. You and I share like minds and body.”
“What do you mean? Sex? It’s out of this world with you, Lukas.”
“We can exist without words. You don’t need the fluff or someone holding your han
d. You’re strong, Sage. You know what you want and you take it. When it’s just you and me, we complement each other. Your weaknesses, I strengthen, and vice a versa. Like I said, we fit.”
“If you say so, Lukas.”
“I say so. Therefore, it is.” He chuckles.
He cradles me in his arms, and before long, I succumb to sleep, telling myself a little afternoon delight deserves a nap.
17
Lukas
I once heard someone say that family, like branches on a tree, we all grow in different directions. Yet our roots remain the same.
The smile permanently plastered on my face breaks the record for all-time Lukas expressions. That’s right. For the first time in years, I’m whole. Thanks to Sage.
Not to mention, she admitted she is mine. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, Mr. Rogers.
We’re on the way to Matilda’s house. The Blackwood family reunion of sorts. First time since Fallyn went on the run, every single one of them will be under the same roof.
Sage sits quietly in the passenger seat of the Viper as we drive down the road. I temporarily rubberneck and study Sage; she resonates complete concentration. Her brow is furrowed and she’s fidgeting with her hands.
“Hey, looks like you're thinking too hard again. What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours, doc?” I ask and grasp her hand in mine.
Pulling her wrist up to my mouth, I kiss the delicate skin underneath.
She twists her head in my direction, and smiles as her head rests on the plush seat.
“Just thinking, is all. I have this crazy notion nothing is going to go right today,” she wavers. “I’m a little worried how my parents will react to Fallyn and Harper being home. I mean, I think in the end, Mom will be so happy to see Fallyn and meet her granddaughter. But…” She pauses.
“But your dad might feel differently? I understand, babe.”
I really do. I haven’t been privy to all the details because it’s a family affair. Although, Keagan has explained a few things from the Blackwood past. I can put two and two together.
