A Stormy Spring

by MacKenzie, C. C.

  He moved to the bottom of the bed and looked his fill at the beautiful heart of her femininity. The lips were swollen with the blood of her arousal. She wept for his touch and the low moan that escaped from her throat told him she was his.

  Christ, she was fucking beautiful and the orgasm in his shaft made a desperate bid for freedom. He swallowed. Twice.

  He dropped to his knees, sliding his hands under the taut cheeks of her bare bottom, lifting her core to his mouth.

  ‘You are so beautiful, querida. So ready and wet and aroused. Relax and let me taste you.’

  His first lick of her flesh had her scream loud and long as pleasure overwhelmed him. She tasted so sweet. His tongue tip snaked across that sensitive bud and she screamed again as he licked her with a flat tongue before suckling her pulsating clitoris. She came hard and fast into his mouth and he loved it. But he didn’t let her rest. He kept going, his thumb constantly stimulating that little bud even as his fingers thrust into her hard and fast. He laid the full weight of his body across her hips to keep her still and she was sobbing, shuddering with release after release as she surrendered her body to him.

  He untied and lifted her, holding her limp body close as he carried and placed her quivering torso face down over the arm of the couch. Becca’s pert ass was raised high in the air. He turned her face to the side so he could see her expression making sure she was on tip-toe and her legs were spread wide.

  He slid on a condom as she closed her eyes tight.

  ‘I am going to take you hard now, querida. If you want me to stop say so.’

  Her reply was a whine in her throat.

  Without mercy he took her hard and he took her fast.

  Watching himself pound into her made him even harder. Her high sobs were perfectly synchronised with his thrusts and he went faster and faster as her hands desperately searched for an anchor, her fingers stabbing into the plush velvet fabric of the couch as she wailed out her orgasm loud and long.

  The constant high grade sting in his loins that he’d lived with for over a week now speared like mercury from his heels to the top of his head as his body convulsed.

  ‘Cristo!’ The most amazing orgasm of his entire life ricocheted in half pleasure half pain into his balls, tightening them so fast and furious he cried out loud with the sensation of his soul being ripped from his body. He poured his seed into her and her body milked him again and again as he collapsed.

  Gasping breaths heaving out of exhausted lungs, they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat and Lucas became aware that Becca was shaking uncontrollably under him, sobbing convulsively into a sofa cushion.

  Alarm had him lift her, carry her to his bed and lay her down.

  Gentle fingers stroked her hair away from her hot face.

  ‘Querida! Did I hurt you?’

  And he saw with heady relief she was laughing.

  ‘Oh my God, what on earth was that? Why do you need to take me from behind?’

  He kissed the soft spot under her ear and inhaled her musky womanly scent. His hands stroked along her hip bone and down her flank.

  ‘I love your bottom. I cannot get enough of it. Watching me love you is the most amazing experience.’

  ‘Is it normal to orgasm like this?’

  ‘I hope so.’

  He caught her to him, spooning her in his arms and loving it.

  But a sharp blade of anxiety slid into Lucas’s deep sense of well being.

  Becca had rocked his world and was totally unaware of the fact.

  And she’d made it clear she didn’t want a relationship.

  He should be a happy man that he’d found a woman who didn’t want commitment and didn’t want or demand anything from him.

  So why did it feel so wrong?

  Because he wanted a relationship with her.

  He wanted a commitment from her.

  Nuzzling the silky scented hair, Lucas rested his cheek there.

  ‘While you are sleeping with me you do not sleep with anyone else.’

  Her jolt of shock was the answer he wanted.

  She turned in his arms to look up into his face, blue eyes wide as they searched his.

  ‘Of course. I assume that goes for you too?’

  Bewildered that she would think anything else, Lucas frowned.

  ‘I have no need of another woman while you are in my bed, querida.’

  ‘Not even Willow Bailey?’

  Lucas didn’t want to think about the threats he’d made to the actress’s agent earlier in the day. It hadn’t been his finest hour. He could have handled it better, but he was in a rush to see Becca and he did not want anything to interfere with what they might have together.

  ‘Do not believe everything you read in the tabloids, Becca.’

  ‘I don’t. If I did I wouldn’t be here.’

  He smiled down into her face, kissed the pout from her lips.

  ‘So you trust me a little, querida?’

  The heat scorching her cheeks made him kiss her harder.

  Becca pressed soft kisses along his throat.

  ‘Hmm, I let you tie me up, you wicked man. I don’t know what I was thinking.’

  ‘You know I would never hurt you.’

  ‘I also know Willow. It’s well known she’s a couple of cents short of a dollar, Lucas. What on earth were you thinking?’

  He rolled her on her back and loomed above her as she wound slim arms around his neck.

  ‘How do you know her?’ he asked in a low throaty growl.

  With Becca’s fluttering eyelashes distracting him, his heart did a weird somersault in his chest.

  ‘I work in musical theatre. She has a ... er ... certain reputation for being a limpet.’

  ‘I cannot talk about her,’ he said and kissed away the crease in her brow. ‘Business.’

  Those beautiful eyes went very serious. ‘You need to be careful. Willow’s vulnerable, Lucas. She’s had a very tough time.’

  Since he had absolutely no interest in Willow’s tough time, Lucas devoted himself purely to Becca’s pleasure and his own.

  Once he’d wrung every last moan from her, he collapsed on top of her and she took his weight without a murmur. As he turned her in his arms and tucked her head under his chin, his thigh was thrust between hers and he indulged himself by luxuriating in the feel of her fingertips stroking lazy circles on his ass cheek.

  Becca might not want a relationship with him, but it appeared she was in the middle of one whether she liked it or not.

  And that suited Lucas just fine.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Becca woke too hot with a heavy weight wound around her like ivy.

  She lifted the duvet to let in cool air and felt his rock hard erection jerk against her hip bone.

  Surely he couldn’t need her again? He’d woken her three times during the night and she ached in places she never knew existed. But it was a lovely, deep and satiated ache. She couldn’t accuse Lucas of being selfish or thoughtless with her. He’d been amazing, attentive and so gentle after his initial loss of control.

  Wondering what time it was, she lifted his wrist – the man was out for the count - and checked the time on his slim watch. Seven o’clock, she sighed in relief and let his arm drop on her like a stone.

  Each Saturday she became the pupil again. She had two hours before her first class, modern jazz. Later she’d take a high level and intense improvisation ballet session with one of the greats. It was important to keep her mind and body in peak condition.

  A muffled curse in Spanish above her head made her smile.

  ‘Why are you awake, querida?’

  Turning her head she pressed a soft kiss to a broad shoulder.

  Covering her mouth with her hand Becca yawned hugely arching her back, stretching like a cat.

  ‘Checking the time. I have a class in two hours.’

  The thigh between her legs pressed up into her centre as he rolled his hips.

  ‘No. You are spending the
day in my bed.’ The deep voice was petulant.

  He sounded like a little boy and Becca bit back a laugh.

  ‘Sorry. But I have two classes today. I’ll be finished by one o’clock. You can buy me lunch.’

  She’d fought to keep humour from her voice, but by the rumble of annoyance in his chest she hadn’t fooled him.

  Dark eyes heavy with sleep studied her as his fingers played with a too sensitive nipple that speared arousal straight to her womb.

  ‘You do not want to make love with me?’ he wondered in a disbelieving tone even as his fingers slid between her legs to find her wet and ready.

  Her breath caught in her throat again as his big body moved over and slid into her, too thick as he over-stretched her too sensitive flesh, circling his hips in a way that rocked her world. How did he do that? How did he send her body straight to that place every single time? Her breath came in jerky little gasps. His mouth captured hers as their hips and hearts pumped in complete harmony. Her low moan of completion had his lips make a smile on her neck. She felt it, felt him shudder and cry as he released his seed deep within her.

  It felt so wonderful, so right, so... Shit!

  Reality smacked her too hard.

  Panic had her push him away.

  ‘Oh my God, Lucas!’

  Satiated dark eyes frowned into hers.

  ‘What is the matter?’

  She struggled out from under his heavy body and stumbled out of the bed to stand before him running desperate fingers through her hair.

  ‘What’s the matter? CONDOMS!’

  ‘I used protection.’

  Shaking her head Becca wanted to throw something at him, something heavy to wake him up.

  ‘We did earlier, but not right now you didn’t.’

  With a panicked little sob, she rushed into the bathroom.

  Lucas lay on his back and clutched his hair blinking at the ceiling.

  Madre de Dios!

  He’d never forgotten to use protection in his life. Cristo!

  The power shower spurted into life as he leapt from the bed and followed her into the bathroom to find her furiously scrubbing her body. And for some unaccountable reason the fact she was trying to clean his seed from her hurt and upset him in a way he’d have found impossible to explain if anyone had asked him.

  Was he insane?

  He seriously needed to get a grip.

  She was angry and had every right to be. He’d let both of them down because he couldn’t control his raging libido. What the hell had she done to him?

  Becca slapped off the shower and hauled on a too big bath robe. She didn’t look at him as she brushed past to return to the bedroom.

  Lucas showered quickly before wrapping a towel around his waist and joining her.

  Bone white she sat huddled against a river of pillows, staring unseeing into space, her hands fisted on her lap.

  He sat next to her and took one of those small fists in his, just in case she wanted to punch him.

  ‘I am sorry, querida. That has never happened before. I can tell you I am perfectly healthy. I had my last medical two months ago and you are the only woman I have slept with.’

  Those eyes looked too big for her face as she stared up at him.

  ‘It’s as much my fault as it is yours. What on earth are we doing, Lucas?’

  He wished to hell he knew.

  ‘Is there a possibility you might become pregnant?’

  Her hard laugh made him wince. ‘Yes.’

  But what totally confused him was the heart wrenching distress he recognised in those blue eyes.

  Feeling his way, he kept his voice soft and low.

  ‘What do you want to do, querida?’

  She blinked twice like an owl and tucked a silky curl behind her ear as her furious eyes met his.

  ‘I need to go to a pharmacy and get the morning after pill.’ Her voice broke and she heaved in a shaky breath.

  Okay, but why was she almost crying?

  He actually couldn’t believe he was going to say this, but he did,

  ‘At your age, would it be such a disaster if you were pregnant?’

  Colour flared into her cheeks then bled from her face, leaving her too pale as a raw emotion he couldn’t identify pooled in her eyes.

  Becca leapt from the bed.

  She stalked around the room gathering up her clothes. She pulled on her panties and sweatshirt. Her eyes were filled to the brim with agonised emotions he couldn’t read or begin to understand.

  ‘Are you crazy? I’m twenty-eight not thirty-eight.’

  With jerky moves she thrust her legs into her jeans and zipped them up. Lucas desperately wanted to go to her, to hold her, to tell her everything was going to be all right. But he’d made a serious misstep and didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

  He tried again. ‘Querida, we need to talk about this in a calm manner.’

  A hysterical laugh was wrenched from her throat and she shook her head looking at him as if he’d lost his mind. Perhaps he had. Would it be the end of the fucking world if she was pregnant? He had no idea why the thought of her terminating the possibility of his child hurt him at such a visceral level, but it did. If he couldn’t explain his feelings to himself how was he expected to explain them to a scared and livid Becca who was looking at him as if he’d grown another head?

  He hadn’t been the same from the moment he’d met her and things between them were running so madly out of control even he could see it. He’d morphed into a dominating, possessive fucking jerk.

  She stood before him now and she was leaving him for good.

  He could tell by her face, how she held herself and the determination in those big eyes.

  Lifting up the palms of her hands to emphasise her point, her voice shook.

  ‘I don’t know what planet you’re from, Lucas. Maybe you’re having a midlife crisis, who knows! But there is no way I want a baby now or in the future. You know nothing about me. This thing between us is over. Do not come near me. Do not call me. Do I make myself clear?’

  She thrust her arms in her jacket, picked up her bag and left.

  He heard her steps running down the stairs and moments later the front door banged.

  In a daze, he wondered how he’d gone from being the happiest in his life to stunned misery within minutes. He picked up the scrap of fabric that was her wrecked little vest and bunched it in his fist. He lay on his back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Putting his fist to his mouth he inhaled her scent. At least she’d left him with something. She’d asked him to leave her alone and he’d do it if it killed him. It was the least he could do. This fixation he had with her couldn’t possibly be healthy, he knew it. He’d scared her and God knew he was scaring himself.

  Emotion prickled his eyes. Tears? Cristo, when was the last time he’d cried? But he couldn’t help it. He’d lost something rare, something precious because of his own fucking stupidity.

  But he knew something with an absolute certainty. He would get her back. He had no idea how or when, but she was his. She needed space and time. Fine. He would give her all the time she needed.

  As he rolled to his feet and took a deep breath, Lucas remembered something Tobin always said, ‘What didn’t kill you made you stronger.’

  Ten hours later Lucas was in New York, his fist pounding on the door to Tobin’s penthouse apartment.

  His friend yanked open the door wearing grey running shorts and T-shirt damp with sweat.

  ‘What the ...?’ He took one look at his face and held the door wide. ‘Aw, hell, Lucas. Come in.’

  Keeping an eye on him, Tobin went to his open plan state-of-the-art kitchen and opened a new bottle of twenty-five year old Scotch.

  ‘I think it might be too early for that,’ Lucas told him as he laid his weary head on the back of a suede couch the colour of honey.

  Tobin poured a two of fingers of the water of life into a couple of chunky glasses.

  ‘Who cares? It�
�s Saturday and you look as if you need one or four. Wanna tell me about it?’

  ‘I fucked up.’

  ‘Yeah? There’s news. Join the fucked-up-club, pal.’

  Lucas shook his head, knowing where this was going.

  ‘What happened with Sophie was not your fault.’

  Tobin gave him wide eyes and pointed at him. ‘You know that and I know that. But try telling her that.’ He knocked back half the whisky and crossed his eyes. ‘Whoa, get that down you, my son. Here’s to women. Cheers!’

  Two hours later, listening to ‘Coldplay’ blasting out of Tobin’s iPod deck and feasting on New York’s finest pizza, Lucas felt almost human. Almost. Luckily, they’d moved onto beers after Tobin had offered cognac ‘Never mix the grape and the grain’ his father’s words played hazily in Lucas’s mind.

  ‘So, whatyagonnado?’ Tobin demanded.

  ‘Give her space.’

  Tobin passed mighty fine wind.

  ‘Sounds like a plan.’ He slitted his eyes as he looked at Lucas and shook his head. ‘Why does that face tell me you’re up to something dark and dastardly?’

  Lucas sucked on his beer, met his eyes.

  ‘I am going to woo her.’

  Tobin grinned. ‘Yeah? And would this wooing entail gifts of a sparkly nature, silky underwear, flowers etcetera?’

  ‘Nope. It entails my PA and a Blackberry.’

  Tobin’s shoulders shook. ‘You’re going to unleash Margo on Becca? Christ, you’re a dog, Lucas. I like that about you.’

  ‘Margo adores me.’

  ‘She’s too old for you.’

  ‘I am godfather to her youngest child,’ Lucas said in a silky voice.

  ‘I’m taking the piss. Wind your neck in, my son.’

  ‘What I mean is that she will do anything for me. Margo is a sensible woman. She will help me with Becca.’

  Baffled, Tobin simply stared.

  ‘Observe me amazed at the intricate workings of your complex mind. What’s with the Blackberry?’

  Lucas smiled. ‘Becca is resistant to technology. I need to keep in touch without seeing her and without calling her. She said nothing about email.’