Sexy Summers (Sexy Series)

by Lovell, Dani

  "Mmm, about that..."

  "You vodka'd the plants, didn't you?"

  "Uh huh. Sorry, doll." She tuts and rolls her eyes. "But what could I do? If I'd have asked for sparkling water, you'd have all bombarded me with questions about what's wrong with me!"

  "Yes, you're right. We would have..." she gasps suddenly, "Oh. My. God! That's why you never have any tampons anymore!"

  I laugh out loud, "How the hell do you know about my tampon supply?"

  "Oh darling, I've been nicking your tampons for as long as I can remember. I always run out," she says, waving her arm like I should already know this.

  "Ah, I see, that explains a lot." I say, remembering all those times when I could have sworn I had a full box left, but only had a couple loose in the bottom of the drawer.

  "Can I see? Please?" she asks, smiling excitedly.

  I rise onto my knees and lift my jumper and vest top to reveal baby Wriggler's bump. Clare gasps again and immediately reaches out to touch it. "Oh..." she says, taking one hand and putting it to her mouth, her eyes well up and she smiles sweetly, "hello little baby... oh Tilly..." she sobs as she throws her arms around my neck, "I'm so sorry you've been doing this on your own. I wish I could have been there for you. I wish I'd have concentrated more on what was going on at home." She cries on my shoulder, holding me tightly.

  "You couldn't have known, Clare, I would have done everything to stop anyone finding out before Luke. I just shouldn't have left it so long."

  "I'm so happy for you, Tils, you're going to be the most amazing mum in the world."

  "I hope so," I say, determined to do my best.

  "Let me see again," she says, releasing me and sniffing. She bends and kisses my belly, "You're too cute, Wriggler, I know I can't see you and everything, but you're still the cutest little thing, ever. This is Auntie Clare speaking, I'll be your favourite. Okay, maybe Auntie Gemma will be your favourite, but your Auntie Bea and I will come very close. Then of course you'll have Uncle Jay and Uncle Daniel... you'll like them a lot. But no one will be as perfect for you, as Mummy and Daddy. Oh, and if you're a boy and you take after Daddy, you're going to have all the girls chasing after you because your dad is seriously hot..."

  "Er... I am still in the room you know..." I say, chuckling, "I'm glad to know you think my boyfriend's good looking and everything, but let's not forget that he's mine."

  "Nope. Of course, all yours and obviously always will be. He loves you so much Til, you know that don't you?"

  "Actually Clare, I think I do."

  The rest of the afternoon is really lovely. Clare still swears she'll beat me with a pole if Luke doesn't know by tomorrow, and that's fine. I probably needed a big kick up the arse anyway, so it's a good thing that someone knows and can keep me in check.

  The boys are really late coming back from skiing - a fault with a lift or something, so Clare and I are sitting in the lounge, ready and waiting as Luke and Oliver burst through the door. Luke smiles gorgeously when he sees me and bends to kiss me as he passes, before disappearing up the stairs after Oliver, to get ready.

  "You'll have to do it later, or tomorrow, there'll be no time before we go," Clare whispers and I nod in agreement. "Hell of a Christmas present!" she adds, grabbing hold of my hand and squeezing it, supportively.

  Luke says he'll drive us to Daniel's, rather than waiting for the limo to get back, we were supposed to be using the car that has only just taken Daniel home and if we wait for it, we'll be even later for the meal.

  "You can always leave the car there," Oliver says, as we reach the bottom of the steps, "if you want to have a drink."

  "I'm cool, I don't think I'll drink anything tonight," he replies, squeezing my hand and winking at me, and I know he's privately referring to our conversation at the restaurant last night about abstaining from drinking, with me.

  The journey takes about fifteen minutes or so and as we pull up to the beautiful house, I am awed, again. "Wow, it's amazing! What beautiful houses the Berkeleys own."

  "You'd like Danny's folks house here, that's something spectacular."

  "More spectacular than this and Alexia's house?"

  "Oh yeah." Good god, they do have money growing on trees, I read somewhere that Aspen boasts the highest real estate prices in the entire United States, and these houses are fucking massive. And they're only holiday homes! I am starting to realise just how wealthy the Berkeley family is. Bentleys and what-not aside.

  Bea opens the door and welcomes us into her new, stylish - yet totally welcoming home.

  "This is absolutely stunning, Bea. Look at you; Lady of the manor!" I say jokingly, no malice intended.

  "I know, it's so absolutely gorgeous, I'm a lucky girl. Do you see why I don't want to leave?"

  She greets Clare, Oliver and Luke, and leads us into her fabulous living area to join the parents. Bea's parents, Emily and Edward immediately stand to hug Clare and I.

  "Darling, how are you?" Emily says, holding me tightly. She's sort of adopted me since my dad died, and I love her for it. My mum ran away when Gemma and I were very young and we haven't seen or heard from her since. I don't remember much about her and my dad was more than perfect, so I don't think Gemma and I were too badly affected, but it's never nice to know you weren't wanted, hence why I want Luke to want our baby so much.

  "I'm great, thank you."

  "I'm glad to hear it, I thought we'd see you out on the mountains, it's not like you to miss out on some skiing."

  Here we go again. I shrug and pull back, kissing her cheek, "I'm just not into it this year... and..."

  "I know, darling, you're spending some quality time with your lovely new boyfriend. I understand. I'd have done exactly the same when I met Edward. It is wonderful to see you with such a strapping young man, we've been waiting for you to meet your special someone," she says, extending her arm to beckon for Luke. When he joins us, she raises onto tiptoes and he bends for her to kiss his cheek. "Hello, dear, I was just telling Tilly that the two of you make a stunning couple. Enjoy each other."

  He smiles at me and slips his arm around my waist, "Thank you, Emily. I certainly will, I'm a lucky guy."

  Emily scoots away to hug Clare and Oliver, while Luke smiles at me. He just gazes, saying nothing, holding me into his side. After a moment, he bends to kiss my forehead and whispers in my ear, "I love you. Now let's go some place and fuck like rabbits."

  I giggle as he turns me to slip my coat off my shoulders. "Wow, you look hot in this," he says as he sees my loose fitting black top with open back. I've teamed it with my normal skinny jeans and boots. He bends and lays a soft kiss on my bare flesh, in full view if everyone. He's so affectionate, I love it.

  As we all gather with drinks, I decide to stroll around the huge, beautiful room, taking in the exquisite, luxurious furnishings and incredible architecture. The room has an extremely high, wooden ceiling and a glass wall running all the way to the top at the back; traditional with a fabulous modern twist. The enormous, designer-looking Christmas tree fits perfectly, and the elegant decorations sprinkled throughout the room create such a warm, festive ambiance. It's so stylish, if Daniel hadn't arranged for a designer to come in and set these decorations up, I would most certainly put Bea's name on it. It's her to a 'T'.

  I gaze out of the glass onto the patio outside, lit in the deep night by the warm, amber glow streaming from the lights of the pathway leading to the lawn. Luke joins me, his warm hand slips into the back of my open top and rests on my rib cage. He turns me slightly to press against him and I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest. We stare out, into the night, together.

  "It's a great house, huh?"

  "I love it. I love being here."

  "Want me to show you around?"

  "Oh, definitely, I want to see the rest of the house." I turn and call to Bea, "Bea? Do you mind if Luke shows me around?"

  "No!" she calls back, waving her hand, "Go! See the rest of the amazingness! Oliver and
Clare are already having their tour."

  We start downstairs, he shows me the fabulous kitchen, where Pam and Daniel's housekeeper are preparing our food, and then we move on to the rest of the rooms downstairs. It's absolutely huge. The beautiful swimming pool and gym on the lower ground floor are hugely impressive, I can't wait to use them. He leads me up the stairs to see the four incredible bedrooms. They could all be classed as master suites, with huge dressing rooms and bathrooms. We pass Oliver and Clare in the hallway, looking just as excited about Bea's new holiday home as I am.

  Luke guides me to another door, behind which is a long, straight, carpeted staircase. We make our way up to the top to a small, lobby style library, with a couple of plush love seats and walls lined with wooden book cases, filled to maximum capacity. It has an addictive smell of leather and books, combined. There is a huge, round window to one side facing the stunning view of the white peaks of Aspen. What an incredibly idyllic place to spend a cold, snowy afternoon with a cup of tea. I want this!

  Luke tears me away from this book-lovers haven to pass through yet another door to an absolutely gorgeous roof terrace, complete with covered pergola and outdoor lounge furniture. The area without cover is thick with snow, but under the shelter is clear and sheltered from the cold. The view is breathtaking. This is, by far, my favourite floor of this stunning house.

  "This is just... I have no words. I adore this."

  "I thought you would." He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my chest. "Sometimes, I take a day out and spend it up here, on my own."

  "Out here? All day?" I ask.

  "No, I spend a while in there, reading, and then I move out here for an hour or so with my book. It's the only really peaceful thing I like to do."

  Another Luke. "You read?"

  "Sure, I don't get a lot of time to, so I like my day up here while we're on a ski break."

  "You will always surprise me."

  "You like surprises," he says, and I smile, loving that he remembers every tiny thing I tell him.

  "I do. Not as much as I like you though." I turn in his arms and lift my head to reach his. He meets me and we kiss; a long, lingering, loving kiss. He slides his hands down my side as our lips are locked, our tongues entwined, and he cups my buttocks, squeezing them hard. A loud moan escapes me and I immediately thread my fingers through his hair and pick up the pace of the kiss. I rise and fall on my toes, rubbing my body against his, needing this constant contact. One of his hands moves up my back to hold the back of my neck and he groans deep in his throat. He pulls away, briefly, breathing heavily as he whispers, "I need you, baby, I need to feel you, hold you. I need your skin."

  His lips lock with mine again and my hands automatically search for the bottom of his jumper and slip inside, running up his hard, warm abs. "Your hands are so cold..." he says against my mouth, before walking with me, still kissing, through the door and back into the library.

  He closes the door behind us and walks me to a far wall, pressing me against the shelving. I unfasten my own jeans before he gets a chance, and push them, along with my knickers, down my thighs. By the time I'm done, he has done the same, and he flips me around to face the books. There is a wooden ladder to my left, resting against the shelving, and he takes it and slides it in front of me. "Step up."

  I do as he suggests, making me the perfect height. There are convenient handles on the shelving, I assume to keep ones balance when climbing the ladder, so I clutch hold of one, and raise one leg to rest on a higher shelf of the book case, putting me in perfect position for Luke.

  "Oh god, you look fucking amazing, he says, as he brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses me, gently. "I am going to fuck you right here, baby, right now, and you're going to love it." Those words again! I grin in anticipation, I love it, I love it already.

  He slips his hands into my top and around to my bare breasts, holding them, caressing them divinely. He presses his torso against me and I feel him digging into my skin. I want him to keep his hands on me, it feels so good, so I reach down between my legs and hold him tightly, guiding him to me. I glide my hand up and down, enjoying the heat of his oh-so-ready cock. He nudges forward, forcing himself inside me and I cry out loud as he pushes further and further until he fills me completely. My now destitute hand moves to hold his balls, his skin tightly clenched. I handle them gently, slowly moving to caress and manipulate until the skin softens. God, this turns me on.

  "Shit, Princess that's so good," he says as he glides back out slowly and pushes deep inside me again, making me moan out again. His movement makes it impossible for me to hold him any longer, so I release him and grab one of his hands on my boob, forcing him to squeeze harder. It hurts, but it's just so fucking good!

  He continues to move, his rhythm slow but punishing, making me want to beg him to pound me hard and fast. Gradually, in his sweet time, he picks up the pace, I push against him again to create some resistance, and the effect is overwhelming, I suddenly cry out as my orgasm comes from nowhere, bursting inside and rolling on and on. My legs tingle and my knees weaken as it rips through me, taking every ounce of energy that I possess. He thrusts deep and hard and groans loudly behind me, stilling as he lets go.

  "Tilly, my god!" he cries in a whisper, collapsing against my back.

  I pant and rest my head against the ladder. "Luke, promise me we can do this every day?"

  He chuckles and kisses my back. "You don't have to ask me that every time we have sex, baby girl, we can definitely do this every day. Maybe not on a ladder, but we can do some other crazy shit."

  I laugh and immediately want to turn and hug him. I love how he makes me laugh. "We better get back, bad-boy, we don't want to be late for dinner. I don't know about you, but I've worked up an appetite."

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  MONDAY 24TH DECEMBER/CHRISTMAS EVE (CONT.)

  We get ourselves sorted and head back downstairs after a bathroom trip for me. It's not always convenient to have sex without a condom, when you're out and about.

  Everyone is making their way into the large dining room as we return and we follow, grinning at each other like naughty school kids. Clare catches my eye and sends me a questioning look, and I shake my head, no. That's not what we were doing upstairs. She raises one eyebrow and taps her watch, reminding me that I have to tell him, tonight. I nod, subtly and continue to my place at the large table.

  There are elegant decorations adorning this room, too, with mistletoe dripping from the huge chandelier above the table. There is a roaring fire to one side of the room, and a large window, facing the front aspect of the house, on the other. The snow falls outside, creating a fabulously festive, cosy ambiance.

  We all take our seats, and Henry, Daniel's dad, strolls around the table, filling up the wine glasses. I don't draw attention to myself by saying no, I just let him pour the glass, knowing I can now ask Clare to drink it for me. Luke declines because he is driving, of course. We make a toast to a fabulous Christmas Eve and the wonderful ladies preparing our food, and continue to talk amongst ourselves.

  As I place my napkin in my lap, I can feel his eyes boring into me, I turn my head to look up at his face and I melt instantly at the dimply smile and the look in his eyes that tells me, without a doubt, how in love with me he is. I return his smile and reach for his hand to thread my fingers through his.

  "So, you know this entire table is under mistletoe, right?"

  "Yep. I do."

  "So you'll know I've got to kiss you, then. Right now..."

  "Yep," I respond with a huge grin, "I do."

  He leans down to my face, gazing right into my eyes, smiling, and rubs his nose along mine. "You're so much more than I ever thought I'd have, Til. I think you're awesome," he whispers.

  I could collapse from the force of my swoon, I have no words that could even come close to describing what it does to me when he makes me feel like the most important person in his world.

  He slowly touches my lips with his
and our eyes close immediately. We kiss softly and slowly. Wherever we are, whatever we are doing; this moment, this absolutely perfect moment is what I have needed since the accident that took my dad. It's the feeling that I have someone to support me, to be with me, to guide me and help me and love me unconditionally. I know I have all of that with Luke and he's going to be there, by my side, as my rock for... well, for what I hope is forever.

  "Now, come on you two," Pam says quietly, interrupting our kiss, as she slides past Luke to put a huge bowl of mashed potatoes on the table, "you don't want to make everyone jealous." I look up at her and smile, and she winks at me. I wonder if she has anyone, she always seems to be at the house...

  "Please, help yourselves," she says to the whole table, as she and Daniel's housekeeper place the last few bits on the table. I look at the feast ahead of me and my stomach rumbles; a huge selection of sliced meat and fish, mashed potato, sweet potato, green beans and vegetables... it all looks mouthwateringly good.

  And it was. About half an hour later, I am slumped back in my chair, desperately bloated, unable to look at the leftovers. I have eaten way too much, but it was all so delicious, I just couldn't stop. I take a swig of my sparkling water and exhale. Luke looks at me, grinning, "Has someone eaten a little too much, Princess?" he asks and to my horror, rests his hand on my belly. I know I'm telling him tonight and everything, but he can't find out like this, here. I sit up in a shot and push his hand off.

  He frowns immediately, shocked by my reaction. "Whoa, what's the matter?"

  "Oh, nothing... nothing..." Oh fuck it! What the hell do I say?

  "Hey, Til, tell me what's up?"

  "Nothing, I just... I am so full. A bit bloated really..."

  He chuckles. "A little bloated belly isn't enough to put me off, sweet cheeks." Phew, I wasn't going for that but since he thought I was, I'll run with it. For now.

  ~~~~~~~

  After Bea, Clare and I help take the dishes out to the kitchen, we sit back down at the table for a little rest before dessert. Candles are burning around the room, and the lighting has been dimmed slightly, to create a more romantic, evening setting.