The Wells Brothers: Luke

by Angela Verdenius

  Reaching the bottom, she swung around the edge of the staircase, glad she had thought to bring a torch as it lit her way to the stairwell door which was partially open. Sliding through, she closed it behind her and went up the stairs, wondering when Luke would come up. The manhole was open, the stars showing through the opening, and she went up onto the roof. Looking around, she breathed in the crisp, cool air, the stars endlessly filling the sky. Walking across to the stone wall, she looked out over the countryside, her gaze searching the area, going to where the chapel and graveyards lay. Nothing disturbed the darkness.

  “Nice view,” said Luke appreciatively from behind her.

  Expecting him to be coming up through the manhole, she turned to see that instead he was lying back on what looked to be an open sleeping bag, his hands comfortably behind his head, ankles crossed. Not far from him a lamp burned, and he reached over to turn the flame up, casting the surroundings in a warm, golden glow.

  “Well, don’t you look comfortable,” she said dryly.

  Flashing her a grin, he patted the sleeping bag beside him.

  “I know, a sleeping bag. Aren’t you a clever boy.” She was already feeling a little hot.

  How could he get her hot so fast?

  Luke crooked a finger at her.

  Switching off the torch, she walked across to drop to her knees beside him, placing the torch and EDI Meter to one side.

  He caught sight of the articles. “What’s that?”

  “I was hunting cold spots on the staircase.”

  “Of course.” He wasn’t even vaguely surprised. “Find any?”

  “Sadly, no.”

  “What if you had?” He was genuinely curious.

  “I’m afraid our lusty sex session would have been shoved back for the more important task of getting Aunt Elspeth and making sure we recorded everything we could see, find and feel.”

  His eyes widened in astonishment. “Really?”

  She laughed. “Does that surprise you?”

  “I’m shocked as shit. You’d seriously dump me for a ghost?”

  Mikki was vastly amused. “Hey, you’re always gagging for a shagging, but a ghost only appears now and again. What do you think?”

  After staring at her for several seconds, Luke slowly pushed upright, bracing his hands on the ground behind him as he rested on his arms to regard her closely. His gaze slid from her eyes to her lips, lingered, moved back up.

  Wondering if she’d insulted him, she bit her lip. “Um...are you okay?”

  His jaw firmed, his eyelids lowering, the gleam in his eyes a little unnerving when combined with his suddenly stern expression. “Want to know what I think, Red?”

  “That you’ve lost any inclination for a little toss in the sack? I mean sleeping bag?”

  “Far from it.”

  “Oh, good.” She smiled brightly. “For a minute there I thought I’d deflated your ego and your…er…”

  When he just looked silently at her, she rested her hands on her thighs and eyed him back. Just what the hell was he thinking? Should she apologise? But geez, her teasing hadn’t been as far reaching as sometimes her previous verbal sparring had, he should know her enough by now.

  Though, mind you…ghost…Luke…She did a mental weighing up in her mind. No, Luke would come first, but if she’d found a ghost her excitement would have made her run for her aunt to share the thrill of discovery. Oops.

  Obviously guessing her thoughts, he shook his head. “Really?”

  She grinned weakly. “You know, heat of the moment kind of thing. Sorry.”

  “I can see,” he said thoughtfully, “that I’m going to have to teach you who comes first.”

  Oh, this should be good. Folding her arms, Mikki arched one eyebrow.

  His face was dead serious, the lamplight casting shadows here and there, his tousled hair falling across his brow. In that moment he looked a little larger than life, definitely sexy with that bad-boy handsomeness and those direct eyes, the muscles in his arms bunching as they took his weight.

  Her mouth went a little dry.

  “Take my shirt off, Red.”

  The unexpected command in his voice made her blink. “Pardon?”

  “My shirt. Take it off.” He looked her right in the eyes. “Now.”

  A thrill shot through her. “Oh my, are we playing dominant games?”

  “Red.” The command was stronger, his voice deeper, a little darker.

  Looking into his face, she saw something in his eyes that had appeared last time they’d made love. Oh geez, he was naturally dominant in some aspects, and apparently when the mood struck him, such as now, that dominance took over from his usual easy-going nature.

  Oh boy. Right now, that just made her run hotter.

  When he just continued to watch her, not one expression on his face, she licked her lips a little nervously before rising up on her knees to grip the hem of his t-shirt and pull it slowly up his body. His abdomen was revealed, the swell of his pecs, and he lifted an arm to allow her to pull his sleeve up and off, resting back on his elbow and raising the other arm before she leaned right over him to pull it off over his head and toss it to the side. Lounging back on his elbows, he watched her.

  God, the man was ripped. Mikki ran her gaze appreciatively over his torso. Who knew landscaping could mould muscles like that? She reached out to touch all that warm skin, only to have him say, “No.”

  Startled, she looked at him.

  Calm, a hint of darkness in his expression. “Now the jeans.”

  Oh yeah. If he thought that was going to worry her, he had another think coming. Flashing him a grin, she happily unsnapped the button, pulled down the zipper. “Kind of like unwrapping a Christmas present. I might,” she added brightly, “find nuts in the sock as well.”

  A sparkle of laughter appeared in his eyes, his lips quirking, but just as quickly that impenetrable mask slid back into place. “You’re a little mouthy tonight, Red.”

  “Yes sir,” she agreed, gripping the waistband of his jeans. “Lift up, there’s a good boy.”

  The silence was almost intense, but he did as bidden, lifting his hips so she could slide his jeans and jocks off, freeing that heavy shaft, revealing his muscular thighs and lower legs as she slipped the clothing off over his bare feet. She tossed both articles over to where his sneakers lay. Different direction to where his shirt had ended, but oh well…

  Sitting back on her heels, she prepared to visually drink in the delectable sight before her, but a hand fisted in her shirt and yanked her down. Toppling over, she braced her hands quickly on the sleeping bag either side of his head, holding herself up to gape down into his face.

  “Red,” Luke breathed softly, dangerously, “you’re not in charge tonight.”

  “Oookay.”

  Those bright blue eyes studied her, the hot gleam in the depths so tantalising. The heat from his body was seeping into her, and automatically she lowered her breasts enough to almost touch his chest when he suddenly yanked her fully down on top of him, his mouth closing over hers, kissing her so hot and deep and ruthlessly that by the time he opened his fist in her shirt to a palm between her breasts to push her upright, her head was swimming deliciously.

  Tipping her head back, she sucked in some much-needed air. Hooley-dooley, the man knew how to keep her on her toes. Already her nipples were pebbling, her feminine folds moist.

  “Get undressed.”

  “Huh?” she asked dreamily.

  “Take your clothes off, Red.”

  Sounded good to her. She shucked her socks and sneakers before rising up onto her knees, crossing her arms to grip the hem of her t-shirt, her gaze drifting over him - and then she froze.

  Shit. Oh no. With Luke lounging back on the sleeping bag again, hands behind his head, those hooded eyes fastened on her, she was suddenly so very aware that while he was a perfect specimen, all muscle and strength and handsomeness, she was…

  Swallowing, Mikki let the shirt go, her
hands trembling a little. Cripes, she’d never felt like this before, not this self-conscious, so why now? Well, it was perfectly obvious why, but…

  “Mikki?” The voice this time was Luke’s usual tone, concerned and tender all at once.

  “I’m sorry.” She took another breath, grabbed her shirt again.

  Coming up, one muscular leg bent, the other straight out, Luke grabbed her chin, turned her head so she was forced to meet his eyes.

  “Why?” he asked quietly.

  There was no pretending she didn’t know what he meant. “It’s just…”

  “Tell me, Red.” His eyes were kind, but direct, demanding a truthful reply. “Talk to me.”

  She moistened her lips, and surprise, he didn’t look down to watch but kept his eyes locked on hers. “I guess… I’ve been with a man before, but it didn’t matter.” Hells bells, this was hard to say. “But you…”

  When she faltered, he demanded softly, “What?”

  “You’re different.” There, it was said. She held her breath.

  The intensity of his gaze was both unnerving and welcome, letting her know he was so focussed on her answer, her feelings and emotions. “And that means…?”

  “That means that it didn’t matter before, but now…I’m not…” She didn’t know how to say it.

  “Mikki, I care about you,” Luke stated quietly, honestly. “When I look at you, I see a beautiful woman with curves and confidence, with humour, with a curious mind. An intelligent woman who can both infuriate and make me laugh. I want to be with you, I want all your curves against me, under me, on me. I want every bit of you. You’re more than a body shape, Mikki. Do you understand me?”

  She looked at him almost shyly. “Yes.”

  “Do you believe me?”

  There was no doubting the sincerity in his eyes, in his expression, in the way his body reacted to her with undeniable arousal. It made her feel better, regain the confidence she had normally. But she still sought to make him understand. “I want to be perfect for you, and I’m not.”

  “You are perfect to me already,” he replied warmly. “I want you just the way you are.” Leaning forward, he brushed a light kiss across her lips. “And I’m not perfect, no one is. We’re all more than our body.”

  “I know.”

  Resting his forehead against hers, he looked deeply into her eyes. “Then let’s get down to business, Red.” With that, he released her chin and lay back down, recrossing his legs as he lounged back, placing his hands behind his head. Easy-going Luke was replaced with dominant Luke. “Take off your shirt.”

  Feeling a little better, though admittedly still a little self-conscious - she was only human, after all - Mikki steeled her resolve to enjoy herself and stop worrying, and whipped off her shirt.

  Luke ran his gaze down over her breasts clad in the lilac and black lace bra to her hips. “Now the slacks.”

  Oh boy. She pushed to her feet, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, started to pull them down, thought about him seeing her rounded legs and curvy hips and almost stopped, except his quiet, “Red” was a little like a lash cracking in the night - dark, ominous, and expecting obedience.

  She was half tempted to tell him where to stick it, and with the other Luke she might have done just for the hell of it to enjoy a lusty tussle, but this side of him was unnervingly unpredictable. Intense, watchful, darkly carnal. It was there in his half-lidded eyes, the set of his jaw, the definite hardening of his shaft as it started to rise up.

  Even as she watched, he reached down to smooth his palm over his shaft, gripping it and simply holding as he growled, “I won’t ask again.”

  Holy heck. She went almost dizzy at that statement. Heat spiralled through her, thrills chasing a dangerous path along her spine to coil at the base.

  “Not the panties,” he ordered, right before she started to slide both down.

  “Make up your mind,” she said a trifle shakily.

  His grin was slight, a touch wolfish. “Slacks only.”

  One deep breath, then she ripped them down and stepped out of them, kicking them aside to stand brazenly before him, hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, chin up. Might as well just dive right into the deep end..

  God, she was going to have a heart attack any second. Her heart pounded through her chest as he studied her, his gaze drifting over her face, her shoulders, skimming her breasts to linger on her belly button, then lower to her mound covered in a pair of purple cotton panties with yellow daisies all over them, to her rounded thighs and down to her feet before travelling slowly back up to rest on her breasts.

  “Bra.”

  That was all he said, but it held a dark lust that gave her courage.

  Off came the bra to join her shirt and slacks.

  His gaze dipped lower, his hand slowly stroking his staff now, his other hand still cupped behind his head. “Panties.” When she started to draw them down, he said huskily, “Slowly.”

  Oh booooy. She slid the panties down, stepped out of them, tossed them aside and then slowly straightened until she stood straight before him, naked as the day she was born.

  His gaze drifted over her again, his hand starting to pump his shaft, but she saw the tightening of his abdominal muscles, felt a shift in his reclining figure, subtle but easy to spot. He’d tensed a little.

  Luke looked right at her, the lust in his eyes, the slight flare of his nostrils revealing his arousal, his need of her in the burgeoning shaft he released, leaving it straining up against his abdomen.

  He’d seen her in all her curvy glory and he still lusted after her.

  That emboldened her, slid the last of her self-consciousness away, and she smiled slightly, feeling empowered by the way his open appreciation of her body was plainly stamped on his handsome features.

  “On your knees,” he instructed, adding quickly, “make sure you’re on the sleeping bag and not the stone.”

  Aw, there peeked the other Luke, however briefly before the dominant Luke was back in charge.

  Dropping lithely to her knees, she made sure she was right next to his hip, because even though he was being the dominant partner in their little session she knew exactly what he wanted, exactly what she wanted, and she sure as hell was going to have it.

  Sliding her gaze sideways at him, she smiled slowly, seductively.

  His eyes narrowed warningly.

  “Remember you asked if I swallowed?”

  Chapter 8

  “You trying to take over, Red?” he asked, dangerously quiet.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  He gazed at her for so long that she decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally.

  Keeping her eyes locked on his, she placed her hand on his abdomen, feeling the muscles within harden. His eyes glittered as she smoothed her hand lower, pressing a little on his pubic bone, skirting the thick shaft that sat so enticingly near her hand, deliberately letting the tip of her little finger trail along the hard length.

  Oh yeah, his eyes glittered more, the air around them getting heavy, the silence broken only by their breathing.

  Or maybe it was only her breathing that was a little choppy, because he remained calm, muscular chest rising and falling evenly. Let’s see how long it takes to make you lose control, Lukey-boy.

  Her fingers skimmed through the curls surrounding the base of his shaft.

  Not one expression crossed his face as he spread his thighs, giving her access in a silent command.

  More than happy to obey, mostly because she wanted to, Mikki slid her hand down to cup the heavy sac resting between his thighs. The back of her knuckles slid against the silk of the sleeping bag as she gathered him up, and she slowly followed a pathway with her gaze from his face to his chest, to his abdomen, to his shaft as it curved up thick and long against his stomach.

  Just the thought of that surging inside her had hot cream gathering in her secrets.

  Wrapping her other hand around his shaft, she squeezed ge
ntly, feeling the tension roil through him, the slight rise of his hips into her hold, satisfaction going through her. Gently but firmly, she rolled his balls between her fingers before massaging his sac and pressing it up against his body.

  Yep, he sucked in a breath that time. Unable to help a wicked grin, she continued to massage with one hand while pulling his shaft from his body and lowering her head to lick across the head.

  He remained still, but man, she could feel the tension in the air. A peek sideways showed him still lying there, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his upper abdomen, looking like he had all the time in the world. But his eyes were shut, his jaw firm, a muscle jumping in it as she played her tongue around the tip of him, sliding it across the slit at the very top, dipping in slightly, a flush of desire stealing into his cheeks as she fastened her lips on the slit and sucked strongly.

  Beneath her hand his shaft swelled, jerked, and she knew the blood rushing through her was even more intense in Luke, the heat spreading out from his groin, his instinct to rut held in rigid control but otherwise playing out by tell-tale signs from his body.

  His abdominal muscles rippled as he shifted slightly, his furtherest leg bending outward, giving her further access. “More.”

  He wanted more? No worries.

  Releasing his shaft, she braced one hand on the ground for balance and dipped down, tonguing his sac before taking one ball in her mouth and rolling it along her tongue.

  Oh yeah, he definitely jumped a little then. Didn’t expect that, did he?

  Mind you, she wasn’t expecting to feel so brazen, either, but there was no help for it, the more he took control the more she was determined to show him she could match him.

  Huh, seemed like their sparring to best each other continued right into the sex.

  Releasing him, she took in the other delicate ball, sucked carefully, mindful that regardless of passion some bits were tender, vulnerable.