He sprawled face down on the mattress, limp with exhaustion. His magnificent back muscles were so firm and chiseled. He was a work of art as far as Laura could see. She realized that it was always about her or her little brother. She had not paid him enough attention or even compliments. “You are so wonderful, if I have never told you that,” she said softly. She kissed his back with the lightest kisses but continued to work as he had, mimicking his moves. She pressed all of her body weight into giving him deep massage. She took charge, applying herself to all of his body, kneading every inch of his magnificent form. She rolled her fists on his hamstrings, down his calves. She tried her hand as reflexology and meant to tend to his feet but he jerked up with a ticklish reaction.
“Hey!” he said.
“Oh,” she said regretting her choice. “I undid it all.” She affected an extra sensual voice. “I guess I will have to start all over again.” She got up and walked to the side of the bed. She rolled Will over on his back. He was watching her but she drew her fingers lightly over his face and closed his eyes. She began to work his head, massaging his scalp, his face. She pressed on the ridiculous hardness of his shoulders. She worked his neck and down, kneading his pec muscles. Then she got daring and pinched up his nipple and licked just like he would her. She did it just briefly because she didn’t get the sense that he liked it as much as she did when she was the recipient. A vivid spasm of lightening flashed the room and knocked out the lights.
Will broke his position to take some real candles and some battery operated ones from a side cupboard. The room was romantically lit in no time.
Laura, oiled up and still naked, stalked Will as he lay back on the bed. He was sprawled, waiting to be devoured. She liked how the candlelight played on the shine of her oiled body, jeweling it with shimmers. She climbed the foot of the bed with one knee, then the other and traveled with controlled movement until she was straddling him. Though she was going to take him, he had the look of a predator. His beautiful features were intent and sexual as she maneuvered over his hips and impaled herself on him. She and Will had lots of sex and all of it amazing, but the feeling of him inside of her was so wondrous. She took a moment to savor him. With him inside, she lowered herself to him, directing his massive arms above his head, while dangerously teasing him. There was a hint of a smile on his face. There was definitely a gleam in his eye as he was now fully awake and enjoying watching her.
It took incredible strength, but she reached between them to brace his cock while her other arm steadied her upper body so she could work her hips up and down on him. She closed her eyes and focused. She allowed her energy to concentrate at the entrance of her body as she excited him with the feel of her breasts pushing into him. She raised slightly so he could get an eyeful of her breasts pressing against him, just exposed enough as though from a low cut T-shirt. She could not hold out like this much longer. She sat up, rocked back and forth ever so slowly with him completely and fully inside of her while she pivoted around to turn her back to him. Her legs were bowed like a frog as she reached between them both and pressed her buttocks up and down on him. She intermittently worked from front to back as well as up and down, making sure to touch herself to sporadically encourage her own pleasure.
Will stroked her backside, dipping his finger in the crevices of her body as she rode him. He drew the oil off her skin, lubricating his finger to put it in a forbidden place. Laura reeled. It was such an amazing sensation and it gave her thrusting power. Her channel was electrified so that every part of her that made contact with him was that much more sensitive. She rode him with a hungry fury, trying to get to the peak of her orgasm. Will would not let her alone, sweetly tormenting her, pushing her toward the ultimate pleasure.
He was getting as good as he gave and she could tell they were both on that path. She stayed her course, taking from him that wicked stimulation that caused her body and brain to be positively primitive. She bucked on him because she had to. She was driven to. And there it was. Her orgasm broke in pleasured waves, washing endlessly over her. Her whole body drew up and spasmed on him. A huge clap of thunder rocked the house as he moaned and shivered, collapsing in his own climax. His legs gave little kicks as Laura tried to keep moving until their moment passed. And when it did, they both tipped sideways to spoon on the bed. Lightning flickered in the room. They stroked each other, humming from the powerful experience.
Finally, she rolled over to face him. She looked at him intently. “There are no words for all that you’ve done for my family and for me,” she said.
“We aren’t out of the woods, baby. I kept Lucas from getting arrested now, but he probably wasn’t supposed to cross state lines. And if he was out on bail, there is someone back in Baltimore that is seething now. We have to see what’s what with the D.A. and with Detective Vasquez.”
“I realize all that. I am sorry I forgot how amazing you were in the bar and I started that stuff,” she said.
He grinned from ear to ear. “You were asking for it.”
“I was jealous. I’m not very mature; I admit it,” she said. “I haven’t had much practice being in relationships. I can’t imagine why a man like you wouldn’t have a thousand girls hanging off of him.”
“Well I do have some say in the matter, Miss Mills. In case you hadn’t noticed, I do like having my own way. And if that were my way, that would be the case. But that’s not what I want. I want you. I know you didn’t like it when I said it before, but in answer to your question, yes I do love to fuck you. But I also love to make love to you. I love to wake up next to you. I love you on the back of my bike. I love you when you need me and when I need you right back.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The plan was that the Knights’ Disciples would deliver Lucas back to Baltimore after alerting Detective Frank Vasquez. A safe house in which Lucas could live under heavy security was arranged for. They would go, but Laura and Will were going to stay behind for a few days.
The storms cleared and left behind perfect weather once again. Laura had been avoiding her brother since the night at Big John's but eventually she sought him out. He didn't seem to have any problem living under the same roof as her, though he had, at one time, cursed and abandoned her. He had no problem taking food and shelter from the people who came into their lives to protect them. His appetite had not waned nor had his sleep suffered. Laura and Will had their relationship tested and they had to nurse each other back to normal. But her younger brother seemed to emerge from the drama of his life as a gang member just fine.
Lucas sat on the screened in porch. The morning was cold. Charleston was chilled from the winter storm that had passed through. The two-way fireplace was lit so it warmed both the house and the porch. As Laura approached him, she was once again struck by his size. Their father had been of slightly above average height. He had not been as tall as Lucas was. He had never been a fit man, or so Laura remembered. Lucas was a powerhouse. His arms looked like knots of iron. He was reading a magazine. He looked at her casually. "Hi," he said. He wouldn't even give her his full attention.
She said, "You are either a coward or you are totally heartless."
He rolled his eyes. "How is that?"
"You're hiding from me behind that magazine or you find it more interesting," she said.
"It could be a little of both," he replied and set the magazine aside. "I can say something like I am sorry, which I know I am. Somewhere. But I don't have feelings anymore. I have seen things and been places in a few square blocks that no one should ever see," he said.
Laura was wrenched at the thought of what those things could be. She had a lot of hard feelings for her brother. She adored the little kid he used to be and even the sweet adolescent, but he was so transformed; it was difficult to relate to this new Lucas who went from a skinny boy to a hardened bull overnight.
"I can't make up for all the worry and grief and fear I made you endure. If I got to prison, so be it. I am willing to pay my debt to soci
ety if it means I can walk away from the gang." He started to sob. "I wish I could go back in time and just tell you what I was feeling instead of seeking out those guys." He wiped his tears. "We never talked about our parents. It was just you and me all the time."
Laura was horrified. Lucas was finally opening up and what he was saying was that he wanted someone to talk to and she wasn't available. It was sort of what Will said about her. In situations where she felt vulnerable, she never discussed her feelings. Lucas was right. They never talked about the fact that their parents were killed in a tragic accident and they went from a family of four to a family where she was once his sister and now his mother figure, and he was an only child. Laura wiped her eyes. Now she felt more selfish than ever, making that decision to indulge her personal desires when she thought she had lost her brother to a gang. She was so confused. All the decisions she thought were the absolute best for Lucas were for nothing. None of those things kept him safe. The one thing she overlooked in their relationship, that Will pointed out was overlooked in their relationship, was the feelings. She had driven him into the arms of gangs because he wanted to feel included, not excluded.
Laura thought she might throw up. Lucas insisted he wasn't telling her these to make her feel bad, but he was saying things like if he should die without ever saying them, he wouldn't rest. The very real possibility that he could die at any time, and because of murder, weighed on her – all because she couldn't talk about her feelings. That poor little kid.
Will walked in the room, clapping his hands slowly. "Oh man, that was beautiful." Lucas looked at him like he would kill Will. "You are really good man. You have this woman thinking she was the lousiest parent on the planet."
"She’s not my parent," Lucas glared.
"You catching this Laura? Look at that face. He is pissed at you for what has become of him," Will pointed out. "You forget, Mr. Mills. I was a police detective for many years. And by the way, she is your parent. And she was a kid herself and she sacrificed all the things that young women her age get to experience so that you could have the best of the situation."
Lucas flew into a rage. "I am so sick of hearing about what Laura lost! What about me?" he cried. "Jesus, what about me?"
Laura looked at Lucas and looked at Will. Her first instinct was to side against Will and protect Lucas, but Lucas had lied to her so many times before and it was just a few days ago that he brought men to kill all of the Knights’ Disciples. She swallowed hard and did her best to be neutral. "I am sorry, Lucas, I didn't do right by you. It's still going to take some time to sort all of this out. Let's take it one step at a time."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
After their emotional discussion, Will and Laura strolled down to the beach and took a meditative walk. She had on a dress with a billowy hem and flat, short boots. The boots were perfect for walking on the beach, but the wintery Charleston ocean breeze kept lifting her skirt. A couple of times, her entire backside was exposed. The curves of her lace-covered buttocks were on display when feisty gusts blew up.
With one such blast of air, Will drew his arm over and cupped her firm round flesh. It was just the two of them – and whoever might have been looking outside their windows. They stood in the shallow surf and kissed. His tongue was so warm, so penetrating. It entered her mouth and prowled and owned. Laura entwined her tongue with his and searched the wet pliant walls of his mouth as he did hers. At once she was possessed by a driving, carnal desire – the earth elements, the natural romantic setting. But for potential lookers on, Laura had a strong fantasy to be taken in the wet sand with the water washing over them in the broad daylight. The urge conjured an intense internal sensitivity and a need for pleasure.
Their kissing became ravenous and without regard for who might see, Will hoisted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He was able to brace her with one hand and sneak a sweet agitation between them in the vulnerable soft flesh between her legs. Finally he broke their kiss and buried his face in her hair and growled with slight frustration. He lowered back to earth, took her hand and said, "Come."
Will wound them around on rocky formation where there was no sand. They had to climb around its face and in to a cove. Into the rock face of this cove, rising from a private beach, was a structure with a beautiful worn but polished wooden door. She thought, at first, that they were going to go inside. The door had a nob and hinges. Unless it was locked and Will didn’t have the key, Laura assumed they could. Will turned her around so that her palms were pressing against the very solid structure.
In the cool beach air, he fitted his body behind hers, unfastened his clothing and entered her. He held her in bondage with his body, completely encasing her against the weather, bracing her with his powerful arms, pleasuring her with his skillful fingers. Will knew her body so well. With the sun on them and the thunder of the sea filling their ears, he took her fast and furiously. Like a locomotive, he drove into her until they were both stunned and wailing from an intense erotic peak. She felt him stagger, finding his footing by leaning against the wall of rock rising up around them. Her entire body was electrified from the quick, intense, arousal. She could do it again. And she said so.
“Fuck me again.”
He looked at her with the wicked expression of the devil. He took her slight waist in his hands and propped her on the rocks, less sheltered from the eyes of anyone who might happen to pass by. He held her firm and requested that she make herself come again. Laura scanned the area and saw that, even though they were out in the open, they had total privacy. So with the warming sun on her exposed flesh, she did as he asked, for her pleasure and his. It didn’t take much to bring back to life that exquisite climax.
As the waves of pleasure washed over her and slowly ebbed away, he brought her back to the sand and they returned to the beach. “Miss Laura, I will take the image of you with me always,” he murmured into her hair. “Now, I promised you a night of fine dining in Charleston and you shall have it. Why don’t you go put on another sweet dress and meet me downstairs in about an hour? This is fancy so you can go all out.”
She wasn’t sure what he was doing in the meantime. He readied himself separately. Now that the house was virtually empty, the girlfriends and the dates had all gone and some of the Knights had gone, as well, there were lots of rooms where Will could do that. Laura had thought to pack a black strapless velveteen number. In the dresser drawer were clothes that belonged to someone else. She understood that when the Knights’ Disciples were not there, the house was vacant. She was curious, and perhaps a little jealous, as to whose clothes those might be but she practiced restraint and decided if she really wanted to know she would raise it in conversation. Whosever clothes it was, with whispered apologies, she borrowed a pair of her seamed stockings. They were absolutely beautiful and were the perfect finishing touch.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
When Laura descended the stairs, Will was there waiting for her looking drop-dead gorgeous in a black dinner jacket and tie, and a gleaming white shirt. She had never seen him in anything besides a T-shirt before. He was a stunning man. “Oh my goodness,” she said. “I think I am going to cry.” Will grinned. “You are absolutely beautiful.”
“So are you,” he said. He took her in his arms and kissed her. He pressed her to him and looked over her shoulder to her backside. “Nice,” he said of her stockings.
“Do you think it’s okay? I borrowed them,” she said.
“I think it would be more than okay,” he said. “In fact, you can have them.”
Now that bothered her. How would he know? Was it another woman he had brought here who had been replaced by Laura? “Are you sure?” she said, trying her best to hold her tongue.
Will must have sense that and chuckled. “Oh you are cute. Sweetheart, they were my late wife’s. I know she would like you and be glad you rock them. Please take them.”
A chord of grief flickered through her. She felt ashamed she thought the worst and sad about th
e truth. “Will, I –”
He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead gingerly. “It’s okay. Yes, it hurts. I think it always will but Laura you make me very happy. It’s all good.”
They climbed into Will’s truck, which was not hitched to the motorcycle trailer, and drove to the historical restaurant Poogan’s Porch. It was, indeed, lovely and romantic. “This place is supposed to be haunted,” he said in his soft and low voice. “I think we should leave some memories here that give those ghosts a run for their money.”
No matter how much sex had or how recently they had, he could turn her on. Her whole body tingled at the thought. She could not tire of being with him. He ordered some wine for them off of the menu.
“Wow, for a biker dude, you clean up pretty good there, Mr. Shriner,” she beamed. “You were a detective and you’re a great nurse maid. You cook, you keep house, you give great oral, you look great in a tie, and you know your wine.” As she finished saying that, she felt his hand find the underside of her thigh. A romantic warmth overtook her and she gushed. “I just want you to know,” she said with a hint of emotion, “I am yours.”
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