Lukas (This is Our Life Series Book 4)

by F. G. Adams

  “I promise you as long as my heart beats, it will only beat for you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, just to see you smile. I will honor your wishes and crave you until my last day on this earth, and then we’ll spend eternity together. Because I will always be where you are. We shine brightly together, like the moon and stars. I’ll be your beacon in the darkness in case you lose your way. You are the light in my world, the air that I breathe, the part of me that was missing for so long. You complete me, Sage. You make me a whole. We are our own universe in the cosmos.”

  “I love you, Lukas Rogers. I really like the way that sounds.”

  “It’s music to my ears, princess. I love you, Sage Blackwood. Rogers.”

  “I like the sound of that. I love you so much more, Lukas.”

  “You can try, Sage.”

  “Love you to infinity and beyond, Hulk.”

  “That’s a new one, close but no cigar, babe. I’ll call you and raise it to infinity times infinity.”

  “That’s all you’ve got? Alrighty. I’ll take your infinity and add infinity times infinity squared, Lukas. Boom. Trump that, baby!”

  “You’re not right, Sage.”

  “About as crazy as you are on a Sunday morning.”

  “God help us, she’s quoting Lionel Richie love songs. Somebody stop the press. The eagle has landed and she’s in my arms for good.”

  “Ha! Laughter will never be an issue with us. You’ve got enough for the both of us in spades. Jolly Green, quit your goofing around. Come here and have your wicked way with me. Don’t make your fiancée beg for your sexy body.”

  “I thought you’d never ask. I’ll make you happy, Sage. You won’t regret loving me. Every day for the rest of your life, I will worship you like the princess you are. You’re priceless.”

  I’m humbled. I’m the gate keeper to Lukas’ heart.

  He raises up and positions himself in between my knees.

  “Lean back, soon-to-be wife, your man is ravenous, and you’re just what I’ve been craving,” he bosses.

  Fuck me ten times sideways. The mere touch of his hand sends me into a frenzy, but his playful, high-handed words light me on fire. My dominant Lukas is in the room, and I’m more than ready to be a meal. I writhe in anticipation. Massive hands slide under my buttocks, drawing me closer to his sinfully talented mouth.

  “Put your legs on my shoulders,” he hisses, staring down at my center. He wets his lips. “Look at that pretty pink pussy glistening. Begging for my attention. Tell me what you want, princess.”

  I take in a ragged breath and let it out. “Kiss me, Lukas.”

  He bows lower, spreads open my nether lips, and takes a long lick down the seam. He releases a low guttural sound of satisfaction as he latches onto the plump nub and sucks, making circular motions with his tongue. Blood pounds in my brain and my heart races from the intoxicating sensation Lukas creates. I release the bed sheets I’m gripping and tunnel my fingers along his scalp, directing him closer to my needy body. I arch my pelvic bone and search for the impending release of pleasure, getting lost in the onslaught of his touches.

  Strong hands grip my inner thighs, widening them. One beefy forearm slides over my pelvis, halting the upward motion. His skillfully hot tongue devours me like a man savoring a juicy, ripe peach, sucking and chewing until all sense of reality is swept away and the only thing that exists is Lukas.

  Heat coats the insides of my core, spreading out of control. My muscles tremble at his persistent nibbling. His tongue flicks and probes, lapping the moisture. Just when I believe my body has reached the maximum level of undeniable pleasure, it ignites and an explosion of cataclysmic power rips through me.

  I’m free falling into oblivion. My over-sensitized form reeling, overloaded, short-circuited from the intense climax.

  Floating slowly back to the land of the living, I become aware of his lips when they come in contact with an already marbled, hard nipple. His scorching-hot tongue washes the nipple, bringing me almost to the brink of insanity. He doesn’t miss a beat and directs the same amount of affection to the other one.

  His hand sears a path down my abdomen; a blazing trail of fire-hot need pulses through me—consuming me. I adjust the position of my legs when his rock-hard body comes over me.

  “Open for me, babe.”

  He toys with the soft fullness of my bottom lip with that wicked tongue, seducing me one touch at a time. I open my mouth and seal it over his, reeling in the taste of me on him. He takes back control and deepens the kiss. Our tongues duel. Pent-up emotions from the rescue and the idea of losing what we share emerge with every stroke of our tongues. The gorgeous man is loving me with a ferocity of a ship being tossed on turbulent waves out in the vast blue ocean.

  Softly, gently, he finds my entrance. The tip of his cock nudges me, requesting passage into heaven. I wrap my jelly-like legs around his torso, crossing my ankles securely across his muscular buttocks. Rocking his pelvis into between the seam of my nether lips, he lubricates his steel rod. Butterflies flitter in my belly, anticipating the moment when he enters and fills me. I desperately want to be one with him. To be joined until there’s no Lukas or Sage, only us. The ultimate connection between a man and a woman.

  My heart feels like it’s going to explode with happiness when Lukas gazes at me with that goofy grin of his and slowly submerges into me. My muscles tighten, clamping down, not wanting to release him when he pulls halfway out and probes once more into my channel. Moving slowly, he retracts his hips and tenderly glides back, building his pace with each long, drawn-out stroke. Love and adoration for me shining in eyes.

  “Princess, your pussy’s clamping down on me, drawing me into its silky, warm home. Undeniable pleasure so perfect I’m growing harder by the second. Each time I rock into you, you squeeze my dick so hard I don’t want to leave. Fuck. My balls ache begging to release inside you.”

  Our gazes remain locked as he continues to thrust not at a fast speed, languishing in the intense feel of our connected bodies.

  I skim my nails down the length of his bronzed stomach. His body becomes rigid and tense. His movement stops, and then he abruptly drives into me with a powerful thrust.

  “Yes, Lukas!”

  “Fuck, I can’t stop.”

  His breathing transforms from slow and steady to fast and harsh, a hungry expression masking his face. Like the flood gates on a damn when opened, he drills into me over and over. Hardened muscles flex above me with each stroke of his glorious cock. I buck my hips, matching his pace. Both of us reaching for the culmination, the highest crest on a wave of pure bliss. His forearm lifts my thigh, opening me wider to his pummeling cock. Every wave of his body drilling deeper into me, permanently branding me his woman.

  The bed moves with the motion of his stiff rod through the opening of my pussy, bumping my clit with every sway of his hips while his massive balls trail along, tagging my ass. The stimulation is overwhelming. The sensual massage sends currents of desire through me. His fingers tease and taunt a jeweled nipple, twirling and pinching, heightening my arousal to a fevered pitch.

  Then he hits my sweet spot. I scream as pure rapture overtakes my body and my pussy clamps down onto him, tightening like a vise. He thrusts once more and releases warm semen into my clenching channel.

  We are both surfing a wave of satisfaction and bliss. Hearts pounding. Breathless and sated, he collapses, twisting at the last minutes onto his side, pulling me along with him. We stay intimately joined, panting and catching our breathes.

  “Unbelievable. Every time we make love, it’s like the first time.”

  “I love you, Lukas.”

  “Ditto, princess, love you the mostest on toastest.”

  Jolly Green shattered doubts and my childhood falsities into a million fractured pieces with the touch of his heart. The future is unpredictable and uncertain. We aren’t promised today or even tomorrow. We have the moment to cherish and enjoy. He is the reason my heart is full.r />
  23

  Lukas

  a year or so later…

  “We are a little weird and life’s a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with our own, we join up with them and fall in the mutual weirdness and call it love.”

  The finest Seuss-ism to date. Words I live by.

  The tang of salty air itches my nose soliciting a sneeze. The scorching yellow sun hangs high in the crystal-blue sky, heating my skin. The wind swirls around me, a cocoon of comfort and a feeling of home.

  I’m currently nestled under the checkered shade of the pergola, settled on the slope closest to the shoreline. My legs stretched out just enough for the waves to crash and lap at my toes and prosthetic.

  My eyes travel to the ringing of the tablet grasped firmly in my hands, and I tap, accepting the incoming call that crosses on the screen. I’ve been patiently waiting for an answer from international intelligence for months. Special Agent Acton Verity pops up on the display.

  “Ay up. Are you on holiday, mate?” Acton asks and attempts to shade his eyes from the blinding light coming through the camera.

  “Hey, Acton. Sort of, we’re chillin’ at the Blackwood family beach home for the weekend. But I’ve been waiting for you to call. How’s it going?” I acknowledge and respond in kind.

  Acton Verity is part of a high-priority team of investigators tracking international terrorism. He’s around Mac’s age and was born in the heart of Britain. Acton has only been part of the squad for a year, but already he’s making a name for himself. The youngest of his group, he’s received accolades from even the Queen.

  Acton played a key role in locating and taking down a known faction in Iraq. His actions in the field catapulted him into the thick of things and his current position. We met in south Florida after the Cabricci take-down. At the time, he was searching out information, following the trails which led to the cell and generated justice to be served. In turn, it resulted in expanding our private network, a new comrade in arms. Everything’s interconnected.

  “Jolly good. Is it a bad time?”

  “Nah. I’m just enjoying the view and waiting on my wife to come back down,” I say, turning my head in the direction of the beach house.

  Just how long does it take a pregnant woman to pee? I should’ve followed her up. If not for the anticipated call, I would have. And Addie’s incessant badgering to help her sister kept me planted on the sand.

  “How is the expectant mother faring?” he inquires, breaking my train of thought.

  “Yeah. Good, thanks. She’s close, really close, man. Scares the shit out of me at times, because I don’t want her to break. You feel me?”

  “Bloody hell. Do not ask me, mate. Not my cup of tea.” He chuckles, and I follow suit.

  “I hear you, man. Never thought this would be me either. Until I met Sage.” I exhale thinking about my princess and her very pregnant situation. Gorgeous. Shaking my head, I’m back to business. “So, did you find something? I assume that’s why you’re calling me on my holiday,” I joke, attempting to stay focused on the conversation.

  “Ah, yes. Blimey, slippery fool. I’m arse over tits working it out. Remember our last chat, we heard chatter of his survival. All circumstantial, of course, until last week, when fire brigade dug up earth from a recent bombing and uncovered cryptic information in regard to the later. A hard drive containing messages endured the blast. It’s not official as of late. However, for all intents and purposes, the cheeky bastard is still out there.” Acton’s voice relays dissatisfaction.

  “Wicked fucker. I knew it. My gut’s been screaming he made it off the yacht. It was too much of a coincidence that we didn’t have more resistance that night. Something or someone tipped him off.” My voice is annoyed from the news I hoped would never come.

  Fucking Mustaf survived the night of the explosion thirteen months ago. And we may have a rat in the wheel house.

  “Apologies, mate. It does ‘suck balls?’ Is that the correct term you like to use?” Acton questions, garnering another round of laughter from the both of us.

  “Yeah, that’s the one, Acton. Crazy fucker. Thanks for the insight, bro. Not really the news I wanted, but at least we know to keep a sharp eye out and watch our backs.”

  “If you need anything, you know how to locate me. Cheerio.” Acton terminates the call.

  Unfortunately, this story isn’t over. As long as Mustaf is out there, I’ll be looking.

  Turning around, I witness the mind-blowing view of my very pregnant Sage as she waddles back and forth, down the sandy incline. Her back arched with her hands clutching her spine, baby belly jetting out so far it boggles the mind how she can even walk. It’s a sight burned into my memory.

  I quickly jump up, my lengthy strides eating up the space between us. The sand somewhat an obstacle with my bum limb, but I make it to her in no time flat. Leaning in, I plant a quick kiss on her sun-kissed cheek and swing her up into my arms before she can complain otherwise.

  “Dammit, Lukas. You can’t move a pregnant woman like that. I don’t bend very well right now,” Sage growls and then lays her head on my chest.

  My Sage is a very independent woman. But not with me. At least not anymore. She’s learned to accept what I give her, and she craves every minute of it. I’ve tamed the flight or fight in her. She’s tamed the giant in me.

  We’ve finally found a balance. I’m not the same man I was at the beginning of this journey. Hell, I’m not the same man I was a few months ago, or a few minutes ago for that matter. My life with Sage has opened my eyes to a world I never dreamed I could have. A world we’re building together. Mine and hers alone.

  “Thank you,” a placated Sage whispers into the crease of my neck.

  “Anything for you, doc. How are you feeling? The baby still moving a lot?” I ask.

  “And then some. I think I’m going to give birth to a toddler instead of an infant by the looks of my belly and the way the baby constantly kicks me. Other than that, I’m good.” The exhaustion in her voice tugs at my heart.

  “Here, let’s get you settled, and I’ll rub your back and feet. How does that sound, babe?”

  “Sounds absolutely perfect.”

  “Are you having fun, princess? Besides the obvious baby lump the size of a watermelon protruding out of you.”

  “Such a romantic, my Hulk,” she fakes flattery, scrunching up her shoulders, and bats her eyelashes. “But, yes. This has been a great weekend. Did you see the Keagan cannonball? Little Sebastian’s laugh is intoxicating and infectious. And my girl Harper is rocking the skis. Don’t even get me started on the conversation I overheard when Ollie and Grady were trying to teach Moose and Cal how to grill.” She laughs out. “I don’t think we’ve had this much fun since Grandma passed away. Things have changed for us, and it’s unmatched. Grandma would be so proud. I miss her, we all miss her.” The sadness is rolling off her.

  “She’s still with you. Just not in the way you want. Yeah?” I try to appease her heartache.

  “True. I see her all around. A part of her lives on in each of us. Fallyn’s sassy ways, Jocelyn’s love for everyone, Grayson’s determination, and Addie’s motor mouth. Yeah, so she’s still with us,” Sage offers her understanding of the way she views it.

  “You forgot yourself in your synopsis, princess. You inherited one of her best qualities,” I whisper in her ear, still clutched in my arms.

  “Really? And what would that be?” she asks.

  “Sage’s wisdom,” I say, gazing into her wise eyes as I lean in to kiss her puckered lips.

  “You spoil me, Lukas. Man whom I love beyond reason. What did I ever do to deserve such happiness?”

  “Well, for starters, you saved me, doc. Not to mention, any girl who gets a taste of this body can die a happy lady,” I smile, even as she punches my arm. “Damn, Sage. I still don’t get how you pack such a punch.”

  “Ha. A lady never tells. Besides, you deserved that,” she counters,
and I settle her onto the sand.

  I sit at her feet and grab one foot, hoping to rub and massage the tiredness away. Sage carrying my child relegates worship in all forms. This being the only way I can help her carry the load, so I’m all over it.

  “Mmmm. That feels so…oh.” Sage stops in mid-sentence and reaches out to grab her massive stomach.

  In an instant, I feel her body stiffen and snap my head in her direction. The pain on her lovely face causes my blood to pump rapidly in my chest, adrenaline coursing inside.

  “What is it? Are you okay, Sage?”

  She doesn’t say a word and commences to scrunching her face up, eyes closed. Pain is evident. Her breathing comes in short, shallow pants before I realize what’s happening.

  Snapping to attention, I coach her, “One, two, three, breathe. One, two, three, breathe.”

  I move to her head, cradling her neck and rubbing the stiff muscles in Sage’s back.

  In a few minutes, her breathing turns normal again.

  “Oh, my God. That hurt,” she breathes out, fatigued.

  The Braxton Hicks contractions, better known as premature labor, started a few weeks ago. Dr. Peterman mentioned it was totally normal at this stage in the pregnancy. Actually, they usually start around six weeks from delivery date, so Sage has been lucky. Pre-labor contractions go away; only when they become regular do we have to worry.

  Another punch in the arm arouses me from labor thoughts, and I ask, “Now, what did I do?”

  “This is all you fault, mister.” She points at her belly and huffs. “If it weren’t for you and your, uh, your uh, charming personality, I wouldn’t be in this position. Now, would I?” Sage ends her ranting, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.