by F. C. Clark
‘It doesn’t feel right leaving you.’
‘We’ll have a quiet evening and I’ll order a takeaway. Maybe she needs normality – which I can do. But…’ Harry looks away. ‘I can’t talk about him. It feels too raw.’
‘Of course it does! That’s why I can’t leave you to deal with her.’
‘Harry can take care of Alexis. Dr Jacob will be here shortly.’
‘Max is right. I promise to call you when the doctor leaves.’
‘Fine.’ I turn to Max. ‘Looks like Luke’s wish has been granted – again.’
The warm water washes over my body, washing away the mud and this afternoon’s horrendous events. After spending too long under the heat I step out of the shower, wrap myself in a warm towel and wipe the mirror. I look exhausted and I feel emotionally drained. My scars will heal and fade, but the scars Alexis has will never heal. I hope in time she can find some peace. I have a pounding headache. Sleep is my only option. I slip under the bed covers and close my eyes.
The softness of a hand on my cheek wakes me. Luke is lying on top of the bed in shorts and T-shirt. His hair is wet.
‘Hi.’
‘How long have I been asleep? What’s the time?’ Our room is dimly lit by the evening sun.
‘Seven o’clock. You were asleep when I arrived home.’
‘Oh.’
‘It sounds like you needed it.’
I sit up. ‘I need to call Harry.’
‘She called earlier.’
I frown. ‘Why didn’t you wake me?’
‘You need to rest, and after today, so does Alexis.’
‘Luke, please.’ I roll my eyes. ‘I don’t need you to decide what I do and don’t need. I’ve had it up to here.’ My hand gestures towards the top of my head.
‘I just care about you.’
‘I’m not questioning that, but I need to breathe.’
Luke’s soft lips tenderly meet mine.
‘This afternoon was awful. I’ve never seen anything like it.’
‘Max said she was in a bad way.’
‘He was good with her, but Christ, Luke, she was digging at the sick bastard’s grave.’
He takes a breath. ‘That must have been awful. But my priority is you and our babies.’
He pulls the covers back and lifts my T-shirt, placing his lips on my stomach. ‘Is Mummy still grouchy?’
‘Oi – I’m not grouchy, I just feel helpless.’
‘You’re helping Alexis through this difficult period of her life, which is selfless of you, but you can’t change what’s happened. She is the only person that can heal her wounds.’
‘I can try and help.’
‘Of course, but I need you to think about yourself too.’
‘I know. I know you’re just looking out for me.’
His lips glide slowly across my sensitive skin to my ear.
‘I’m going to make love to you,’ he whispers.
There is no challenge – he has me every time.
10
Thursday arrives and Luke and I sit side by side as the plane soars into the sky. After a stopover at LAX we get on another flight: it’s around eight hours before we reach Tahiti. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I don’t like flying. I’m always grateful when I land, but for the next eight hours Luke will hold my hand – I guess that will have to do.
We are offered another plane meal. I feel nauseous – air sickness or because I’m pregnant? Luke turns our upright seats into beds, and we lie facing each other. His eyes close before mine: it’s a rare treat to watch him sleep.
‘Kate.’ I hear my name, followed by a gentle stroke on my cheek.
‘One hour left. I’ve ordered you some tea.’
‘Hmm.’ I stretch my arms above my head, and a pain shoots through me like a knife. ‘Ow – shit.’
‘Let me look.’ Luke is already lifting my black T-shirt. ‘It looks fine. It’s probably internal scar tissue.’
‘OK, Dr Sutton.’ I giggle. ‘Actually, you missed a small, yet very painful, area here.’ I point to my lips.
‘Is that so?’ Luke seals his words with a kiss.
I insert my tongue into his mouth, hunting for my delicious sex god. His response is instant. He pulls away, wearing the most fuckable smile – a Sutton smile that gets me every time.
‘Are you horny?’ he whispers.
‘Bet your arse I am, Dr Sutton. Actually, there are a few other areas that need some attention.’
Luke grins. ‘I have a feeling the next two weeks are going to be fun.’
The last plane we board is from Papeete, the capital of Tahiti. From here it’s only fifty minutes to paradise. The view from the plane window is breath-taking – blue lagoons stretch for miles.
The final leg of our journey from Motu Airport is on board a large catamaran. Paradise is the only word to describe the view: a desert island surrounded by clear turquoise water. We sit at the rear of the boat and the sun beats downs on us. Can life get any better?
The boat moors at a sizeable dock. Once the vessel is secured we are escorted from the catamaran to the hotel reception, where we are greeted with live music and beautiful Polynesian leis. Travelling for so long now seems worth it: for the first time in weeks I start to feel relaxed.
Luke checks in, then we are taken from the hotel lobby to our home for the next two weeks. Although Luke showed me the brochure and various pictures online, I am still overwhelmed. There is not a camera known to mankind that can capture this view. Slowly, I walk to the waiting golf cart, suddenly exhausted.
Seconds later, we arrive at a wooden walkway and are shown to our room, which perches on stilts over the ocean. A member of staff opens the door and Luke scoops me up in his arms.
‘Luke!’
‘Don’t argue with me, Mrs Sutton.’
I giggle and clasp my hands around his neck while he carries me through the doorway and speaks to a member of staff in French, their native language. Win-win for me, fourteen days listening to Luke’s sexy French accent. I scan the bungalow.
‘Wow, this is amazing,’ I say.
‘It’s perfect.’ Luke carries me towards the glass doors and lowers me to the deck.
We are in the last bungalow in a row. Directly in front of us is a private plunge pool and beyond that is the calm turquoise ocean. It’s a perfect picture of serenity.
‘It’s stunning.’ I lean against Luke.
‘Look.’ He points into the distance. ‘That’s Mount Otemanu.’
‘It’s huge.’
‘It is.’
Leaving Luke, I crouch down beside the plunge pool and swirl my fingers through the still clear water. There’s a large, comfortable-looking daybed layered with cushions on a slightly raised deck area with a huge canopy offering shelter from the sun. I am at a loss. Do I jump on the bed or strip naked for a swim?
Feeling hot, I begin to undress. Within a few seconds I am completely naked. Luke watches the show wearing a smile. How long will he wait? I move to the edge of the pool and place one foot in the water.
‘Would you care to join me?’
The sun may be warm but the cool water is fresh. The combination is tantalising; my nipples are instantly erect.
‘Are you coming in or are you just going to stare?’ I wait patiently for a response.
A knock at the door prevents him from answering.
‘I suggest you lower yourself into the water. That will be our luggage.’
I submerse myself up to my shoulders. I can safely stand. I watch Luke direct the staff to carry our luggage through the lounge and into our bedroom. Once he has tipped them he comes back outside.
‘I think you need to cool down.’ I laugh at the sight of the bulge pushing against his trousers.
Silently, he strips and steps i
nto the pool, disappearing under the waterline. Next I’m met with a delicious sensation on my clit: the sweet touch of Luke’s tongue. Fuck, that feels good, but I guess he will need to breathe at some point. He pops up in front of me.
‘I would have thought, with all your military training, you would be able to hold your breath for a bit longer.’
Instantly his mouth is on mine fiercely kissing me. God, I love a frustrated Sutton. It’s clear he needs to fuck me.
Luke’s hand slides between my legs and he inserts two fingers inside me. I surrender to him. I grip his erection, which is pressing against my pelvis.
‘I need you, Luke.’
His lips respond, kissing my jaw, slowly working towards my mouth.
My hands cup his arse, drawing him closer and my legs automatically link around his torso. At last I feel his erection at my sex. He gradually slides inside me, slowly, inch by inch, until I have all of him.
‘Breathe, Kate.’
‘I need more, Luke.’
His hips begin to move, not with haste, but each thrust is skilled, making contact exactly where I need it.
Our eyes lock: dark and contented meet dark and delighted.
‘Touch yourself. I want you to come quickly.’
‘Why?’
He nibbles my jaw. ‘Kate, I want to fuck you in every corner of this property, but you’re exhausted. So please touch yourself.’
My hand slides down between the lips of my sex. With just a stroke against my sensitive clit I feel almost ready to orgasm. From nowhere it hits me: the rush of heat from within breaks out across my exposed skin, and the coolness of the water has no effect. The water ripples around us. I feel weightless and delirious.
‘Oh God.’ The first wave is intense. ‘Luke, I’m coming.’
‘Jesus, Kate, I’m coming hard.’
After a few moments he stops. Yes, I can confirm the plunge pool is a good place for a Sutton fuck.
‘I love it here, Luke.’
‘Yes, it does have something to offer.’ He gives me that Sutton smile that knocks me on my arse every time.
‘Are you hungry?’ I ask.
‘Yes. For food, and you.’ His eyes gleam, he looks happy.
My legs uncurl and Luke is free.
‘So, am I your sex slave for the next two weeks?’ I ask.
‘Sounds good.’
Luke sinks under the cool water and emerges at the steps. Holy shit, he looks hot. Droplets of water cascade down his perfectly toned body. And he is mine for the next two weeks – this feels like heaven.
He collects towels from the daybed.
‘Out you get. I need to feed you.’
‘Yes, you do.’ I swim across to the steps and Luke wraps me in a large white towel. Exhaustion takes over and I yawn.
‘Food, then bed.’
‘What time is it?’ Although the sun is still up, it is low on the horizon.
‘Four thirty in the afternoon.’
We head towards the main living area of the bungalow. ‘What time are the restaurants open?’
‘I ordered our meal to be served here this evening.’
I look across at him. ‘When?’
‘When we checked in. I knew you would be tired.’
I follow Luke into the bedroom. ‘Why do I have a feeling that you would rather we eat here every night?’
‘Perfect idea.’ His dark eyes meet mine.
‘I’m not under house arrest.’ I remove my towel and walk to the window. ‘Look at this view.’
‘It’s stunning, probably my favourite.’
I turn to see him lying on the bed, stark naked, watching my arse.
‘Very funny.’
The bungalow is open-plan. It’s wood-panelled, with white and cream linens and a pop of colour from the various tropical floral displays. It faces the ocean and has a perfect view of Mount Otemanu. Paradise is the only way to describe it.
I feel compelled to join Luke on the bed. I collapse face down next to him and feel tiredness seeping through me. He lies on his side and slowly runs his fingers up and down my spine.
‘Hmmm – I can’t move.’
‘Then don’t.’
My eyes open to see him watching me.
‘Are you OK?’ I ask.
‘Why wouldn’t I be? I just had sex with my beautiful wife while looking at the most beautiful view.’
‘Kiss me,’ I say.
He begins at my neck, making his way down my spine with affection although the bite on my arse causes me to squeal and laugh. By the time he reaches my feet, my body yearns for him to touch me where I need it. As ever he reads my mind. He spreads my legs, allowing his fingers to delve between them. My breathing changes at his touch. Even though I’m exhausted I can’t help feeling compelled to accept the waves of pleasure.
Luke flips me onto my back and within seconds his mouth is on me again, continuing what he started in the pool. Working slowly, he holds me in a perpetual state of impending pleasure. My hands grip the cotton bedspread. I hope he will do what I want.
This time his fingers slide inside me while his mouth increases its pressure and speed against my clit. For the second time I’m lost as I climax. Then I feel him slide deep inside me.
‘Why do I need you so much? If you ever leave me…’ His words trail off, and his hips slow.
‘Never, Luke, this is forever, I promise.’ His rhythm may be unhurried but the connection between us at this moment is electric. ‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
His hips begin to work and his mouth meets mine. This time our kiss is slow and lingering, as though it’s the first time we have kissed. Time stands still as he takes us both on another journey, and as he plunges deeper inside me I feel the eruption of yet another orgasm.
My eyes lock on his as I watch him come. His breathing shallows and his mouth opens slightly. This is the real Luke Sutton, stripped back and mine – forever.
It’s early evening. Luke closes the double doors to our bedroom, allowing me to get dressed while our meal is laid out on the table. Once again I hear the sexy sound of Monsieur Sutton speaking French. I take a deep breath and have a stern word with my libido: twice, with jet lag, is enough for any woman! What’s the point? I need him again. Shit, the doctor was right: pregnancy has increased my sex drive. Luke may have to tie me – and, of course, my libido – to the nearest palm tree.
‘Kate,’ he calls.
‘Coming.’ I laugh inwardly and slide open the doors.
The table looks amazing – not just the food but the candles and flowers. Luke stands holding a chair for me.
‘Wow. You look amazing.’
‘Do you like it? I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.’ I twirl in my small black lace nightdress. I am not sure I can call it a nightdress, as it’s incredibly short – actually, it barely hides my matching knickers. ‘Dinner smells good.’ I sit down. ‘This looks so pretty.’
‘I told you, we don’t need a restaurant.’
I tilt my head, breaking down his words. ‘No, you don’t want to mingle.’
‘I don’t see the point in making idle chit-chat with people I have no interest in. Here I can look at you – and what you’re wearing. What would you call that?’
‘A nightdress.’
‘Baby, that is not a nightdress. There will be no sleeping while you’re wearing that. It’s a dick magnet.’
‘You really need to learn some self-control.’
Mission completed. He needs me again.
It’s safe to say we both need a distraction – food.
‘There’s too much here to choose from. What are you going for?’
‘I ordered a selection. You choose first, and I’ll have what’s left.’
‘Good idea.’ With Lu
ke’s appetite, there will be no food left.
I have the asparagus risotto to start, which is deliciously creamy. I avoid the fish and decide to have the Angus steak. I close my eyes for a second as I chew the steak, and it melts in my mouth. God, I was hungry.
I sit back in my chair, absorbing the first night of our honeymoon. ‘This feels perfect.’ I gaze towards the decking, which is strewn with lanterns. Everywhere looks incredibly romantic. I could cry.
He nods, his mouth full.
‘I know that I’m pregnant but can we have one glass of bubbly – just to celebrate us?’
Luke stops eating and takes a breath.
‘I want to celebrate, and one glass won’t hurt me.’
He gets up, takes a bottle from the cooling cabinet and fills two flutes.
‘Cheers, husband. Here’s to our wedding and to many more happy memories.’ My free hand sweeps across my stomach. ‘For all of us.’
‘Cheers, baby. I love you.’
‘I love you too.’ The chilled champagne hits my lips. ‘Wow – this is to die for.’
‘Don’t get used to it.’ He chuckles – but he’s serious.
‘I’ll always remember tonight.’ I scan the table. ‘We have done quite well.’
‘You mean I’ve done well? You, on the other hand, have barely eaten… I’m watching you. Do you feel OK?’
‘I’m full, plus I feel punch-drunk.’
‘Jet lag.’
I nod and yawn.
‘Bed.’
I yawn again. ‘I know I’ve dressed for…’
‘To tease me.’
‘True.’
Luke comes over to my chair and scoops me up in his arms. I could get used to this!
‘Perhaps you could wear this outfit again another day.’
I laugh and lean my head against his chest. ‘You’re on.’
We stand side by side brushing our teeth. Afterwards Luke takes my hand and we slide into bed. I close my eyes and listen to the water lapping under the bungalow, and within a few minutes, I hear the perfect sound of Luke sleeping.
My eyes open. For a brief moment I feel disorientated, but then I hear the sound of the ocean slapping against the wooden stilts. We’re in Bora Bora. The bed is empty, but I can hear him talking. I slip on a hotel robe and head outside. The sky is still dark, with the vague hint of sunrise in the horizon. He looks up as I pad towards him. I wave, not wanting to disturb his phone call. Soon he ends the call.
