His Wicked Ways

by Lorraine Beaumont

  She gasped.

  Liquid heat gathered between her thighs and her nipples sprang to attention. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pressed further up on her toes, trying desperately to get closer.

  Lucian groaned and jerked her closer. He had one hand on her ass, another snaking its way to her breast—when his fingers found the soft mound, she moaned in pleasure.

  His erection pressed against her and she wanted nothing more at this moment then to feel him buried deep inside her body. Moving her hands, she massaged the outline of his length, making him jerk and gasp.

  She enjoyed it. This power she seemed to have over him suddenly. She wanted more. She was frantic to have more. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to taste her. She wanted him to go wild like he was making her wild. Giving into her basic desires, she kissed his neck. Reaching inside his jeans she continued her assault and massaged his erection.

  “Damn,” he groaned. Grabbing hold of her hand, he showed her how he liked to be touched. “Faster,” he begged. “Squeeze me…yeah,” he gasped as her fingers tightened. “Harder…”

  Molly was more than willing to oblige. Rebecca forgotten for the moment she let herself go unchecked and ignored the niggling voice of sensible, practical Molly. For once, she wanted to be naughty Molly and throw caution to the wind. Feeling emboldened by his response, she took it a step farther. She slid her hands into his waistband and boldly pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs.

  Lowering herself to the floor, she let her naughty side take over. It was like Molly was someone else and she welcomed the feeling.

  Lucian watched her with heavy-lidded eyes as she lowered in front of him…all the while his conscience battled against his growing desire.

  “Wait…” he began but his objection was short lived when she wrapped her sweet bow shaped lips around the throbbing tip of his shaft.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, clenching his buttocks as his body instinctively jerked forward, plunging deeper into the wet warmth of her mouth.

  There was no stopping now.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned. Winding his fingers though her hair, he held on as she continued her relentless assault to his senses. He was so turned on, he couldn’t form a coherent thought. It was the same way he felt with Cecily—the bitch, before she betrayed him. Tracy, as skilled as she was in bed, she hadn’t even been able to evoke this kind of response from him. He normally needed some coercing, not to have sex, but become fully aroused. That is why he liked to watch. But right now, with Molly between his legs, sucking him, he was more turned on then he had ever been in his life and he wasn’t sure what it meant, but right now, he didn’t really give a damn either.

  Molly had never done this before not because she didn’t want to, but because Dan was more of a conventional lover. He liked to do it in bed. Same position, same everything. It was a bit redundant to say the least. And the one time she had tried, he ejaculated before she really got started. She gagged from the pungent taste. Then he laughed and said, “That tickles.” She gave up after that. What was the point? But now, with Lucian, she became bolder, swirling her tongue around the tip, sucking harder. His musky scent filled her nostrils, as she drew closer to the base of his shaft.

  Jerkily, his hips thrust forward.

  “That’s it,” he gritted, trying hard not to cum. He was losing his mind but he wanted to make this sweet torture last just a bit longer.

  Molly reveled in her newfound power and sucked harder as she dragged the tips of her fingers underneath his balls.

  “Fuck yeah…” he yelled, pumping in short bursts. The sound reverberated throughout the room.

  Molly continued licking, and sucking, driving him beyond himself, beyond reason.

  With one last hard pull, Lucian lost what little restraint he had left. Jerking forward, his salty seed jetted into the back of her throat.

  Molly swallowed it up, not minding his taste at all.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  After Lucian caught his breath, he pulled back up his boxer briefs and jeans. “That was amazing, Rebecca.”

  Molly froze. “What did you say?”

  Lucian frowned when he saw the look on her face. “What’s wrong?” He buckled his belt.

  Molly gaped at him like he had three heads. “You just called me Rebecca.”

  “What?” His frown deepened. “No way.”

  “Yes. You. Did.” Molly wanted to crawl into a hole. How embarrassing.

  Lucian shook his head. “No. I…” his voice trailed off.

  Molly tensed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She was torn between humiliation and downright anger at this point. Slowly she turned and looked over her shoulder towards the glass wall where Lucian’s eyes were once again transfixed, but she saw nothing.

  “Lucian!”

  His eyes refocused on her face. “I…have to go…”

  “Where?”

  “In there.”

  “Not this again.” Molly fisted her hands. There was no way she was going to give Lucian up to some freaking ghost that she couldn’t even see. Not after that. Not after she had just …

  Icy fingers of dread prickled her skin as a thought occurred to her. What if Lucian had thought she was this Rebecca the entire time she was doing that to him? “Oh, God.” She covered her face.

  Lucian came out of his stupor once again. “Hey… hey.” He stepped up to her. “Molly?” He pulled her hands from her face and dipped his head down so he could see her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  “What isn’t wrong?” she snapped.

  His brow creased. “I’m not following.”

  “Did you think I was Rebecca? That whole time, did you think that?”

  “What? No. No. I knew it was you.”

  Molly gave him a look of disbelief. “You sure about that?”

  “Of course,” he said but his words lacked conviction.

  “I’m leaving.” Molly turned to flee.

  “Don’t leave me. Please.”

  Molly’s heartstrings knotted. Part of her wanted to leave but another part, one she was battling against wanted to stay. Needed to stay. “What do you want from me, Lucian?”

  “I want you to help me.”

  “Help you what?”

  “I don’t know.” He pushed his hands threw his hair in aggravation.

  “Why?”

  He exhaled and dropped his hands back to his sides. “Because I have to, for her.”

  “Ohmigod!” She threw her hands up in the air. “What are you even saying?” Molly felt like she was in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

  “I don’t understand it, okay. I just keep seeing her and it’s like she is trying to tell me something.”

  “Listen…” Molly stepped in front of him. “Even if you are seeing her, and I am not saying you are. Don’t you think it’s weird that only you can see her?”

  “Hell yeah, it’s weird. Imagine how I feel? I keep seeing a dead woman and to top it off I just had the most explosive orgasm of my life with you.”

  Molly felt a mixture of emotions. She wasn’t too sure she wanted to be clumped in a conversation with a dead woman but he did say that Molly gave him his most explosive orgasm in his life. “I did?” She chose to ignore the former part of his statement.

  “Hell yeah, you did. And now all I want to do is return the favor. Look.” He pointed down to the front of his jeans—the outline of his erection apparent. “My dick is getting hard all over again just thinking about you and that sweet mouth of yours…and what I want to do with the rest of you…”

  Molly couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth or the warmth she felt gathering between her thighs from his admittance. She had never heard a man say such things to her. Not even Dan. And they had dated for two years.

  This entire thing was crazy with a capitol C and yet she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “What do you need me to do?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

  Molly sto
od beside Lucian as he sat at the piano. Well, not exactly beside him as she had one foot out the door, just in case.

  Lucian stared at the keys. He punched a few and then stopped. “What do you want?”

  Molly knew he wasn’t talking to her. He was talking to Rebecca. She couldn’t help the surge of annoyance and jealously that shot through her simultaneously. “Maybe she left for the night?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “I can still…”

  “See her?” Molly supplied.

  “No. I feel her.”

  “Great,” Molly grumbled.

  Lucian looked over his shoulder at Molly. “I’m sorry.”

  She sighed. “It’s not your fault.”

  “Maybe we should just call it a night.”

  YES! Molly wanted to break into a happy dance. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah,” he sighed. ”We can try again tomorrow.”

  “Oh.” She gritted her teeth.

  “Is that okay?” His brow raised with an expectant look in her direction.

  “Sure. Why not.” It wasn’t like she had a job or anything to get to, she thought with sudden irritation.

  Lucian stood up and stretched.

  Admiring his fine physique, Molly stepped forward to close the lid on the piano. “Ouch!” She jerked her hand away and blew on her freezing fingers.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Why is that so cold?”

  Lucian frowned. “It didn’t feel cold to me.” Tentatively he reached out and pulled the lid. “See…” It slipped from his grasp and slammed down with a resounding thud.

  Molly started from the sound.

  In astonishment, they both watched as a series of clicks ensued and then a compartment popped open from the side.

  “What was that?” Lucian asked.

  “That.” Molly pointed, terrified to move.

  Leaning over, Lucian looked down into the small drawer. He pulled out an aged piece of parchment rolled up with a single emerald green ribbon wrapped around it. Carefully he untied the ribbon and unrolled the parchment.

  “What is it?” Molly asked, leaning forward.

  Lucian blinked a few times. And then shook his head. “You’re not going to believe this,” he said.

  “You wanna bet.” At this rate, she would believe that pigs could fly and that unicorns were real.

  His eyes sparkled mischievously as he looked back over at her. “I guess you’re right.”

  “Well…” she prompted.

  He cleared his throat. “It’s a map.”

  “Of what?” She leaned forward.

  “I need to study it more but I think it’s a map to the missing Emeralds.”

  Molly blanched. “Are you kidding me?”

  He shook his head no.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Holy shit, is right.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

  Molly stood on the porch watching the rainfall, waiting for Lucian to come back outside so they could leave. It was already dark but the outside lights were on a timer, which illuminated the area. Her father installed them after the place was broken into a few times. She wasn’t really sure how lights were going to help stop the breakins but at least she wasn’t standing outside in the dark. She never realized how creepy this place was at night or how cold it could get. When she worked here, she was usually back at home before the sun went down. Her father didn’t want her and Peggy driving on the mountain roads at night because of the switchbacks and the drop offs. It was hard enough to maneuver in the light of day. The sheriff pulled cars out a few times a week from tourists who took the turns too fast and lost control. Luckily no one had died. At least not lately.

  “Come on,” she said, rubbing her arms. They had both been outside getting ready to leave but at the last moment, Lucian decided he needed to go back inside to check something. What that something was, she had no idea. And decided very quickly she didn’t want to know, especially if it had anything to do with Rebecca. She had the map tucked securely in her bag. She had made Lucian give it to her before he went back in the building.

  If he thought that was a strange request he kept it to himself. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, exactly…well, she amended, that wasn’t exactly true either. She didn’t know what to believe. By his own admission he said he could see the ghost of Rebecca which made her wonder about his state of mind. But as it stood, she didn’t have much room to talk since she was thinking the same thing, only, unlike him, she couldn’t see Rebecca. Nor did she want to.

  As far as their little episode in the museum, well, not little, she amended quickly blushing to her toes—damn—she was getting all hot and bothered all over again just thinking about what she had done to him and she decided just as quickly that she wouldn’t mind doing it again.

  Lucian stood in front of Rebecca’s picture, mesmerized just like he had been the first time he laid eyes on her. He didn’t know why he needed to go back inside to see her picture. It was like he was being pulled to her, or this room for some reason. He just didn’t know why. “I found your map,” he told her, or rather, the picture of her.

  There was no answer, no aberration of Rebecca appearing before him like she had done near the piano earlier. And then again while Molly was taking him in her mouth. She, Rebecca, had simply stood there, watching, adding to the exquisite pleasure Molly was evoking from him. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever done in his life and also the strangest. Maybe he hadn’t seen her at all. Maybe he was losing his mind? But deep down he didn’t believe that. She wanted something from him. Was it simply to find the Emeralds or was it something more.

  “I will be back tomorrow,” he said, reaching out to touch her picture. “I promise.” He dropped his hand back to his side and taking one last lingering look at her picture, he turned and headed back up the stairs to meet Molly outside, completely oblivious he was being watched the entire time.

  Molly started from the noise of the door slamming shut behind her. She spun around with her hand on her heart. “Lucian?”

  “It’s me,” he said, locking the door behind him.

  “What took you so long?”

  “I had to check on something.”

  Molly chewed on her lip not knowing if she should question him further or just let it slide. Obviously, he was doing something, but what? “What?” she asked against her better judgement.

  “I had to see Rebecca, tell her we would be back.”

  “And did she answer you?” she prodded.

  “No. She didn’t show up but I could feel her presence.”

  Molly bit back her snappy retort. “All righty then.” She blew out a slow stream of air, fighting the jolt of jealousy that surged through her. It was just her luck. She finally found a man she could really fall for and he was apparently missing a few screws…or was he? She didn’t know, but one thing was certain, she wasn’t giving up without a fight. Rebecca was dead and she was not. End of story.

  ♣

  After they got back to the hotel, Molly handed over the keys to the golf cart to the valet standing out front.

  “Did they bring my car back?”

  The valet looked at his clipboard. “I don’t see anything. You may want to check the front desk.”

  “Great. Thanks.” Molly walked up to Lucian. “My car isn’t back yet.”

  Lucian pushed his wet hair from his face. “Should we just stay here another night,” he asked.

  Although Molly was looking forward to sleeping in her own bed, she decided that since her car wasn’t back and if they were going back into the mine the following day it didn’t really make any sense to go back home in the dark especially since it was still raining. “Yeah, I guess that would be the best avenue at this juncture.”

  “Good.” He slung his arm around her shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

  On cue, her stomach grumbled. She had been so caught up in everything that she didn’t realize how hungry she was. “Yea
h, me too,” she agreed.

  “Can we order some room service?” He looked down at her expectantly.

  “Sure. Why not.”

  ♣

  After she checked in and picked up her bag from the front desk where she had left it earlier, she met Lucian in the hall. He was leaning against the wall, looking sexier than ever. “I got the room,” she announced walking up to him.

  He pushed off the wall. “Great. Let me take your bag.”

  “Thanks.” She handed her bag to him. “The room is this way.”

  “You lead, I’ll follow.” He gave her a sexy smile as he lifted her bag on his shoulder.

  Molly nodded, her belly flip-flopping with expectancy. In silence, they made their way down the carpeted corridor and then she stopped in front of the door. Inserting the key card, she waited for the lock to click and then pushed open the door.

  Lucian held the door until she stepped in the room and then he followed. Turning, he brought the bolt home and as he walked inside, he dropped her bag down on a chair. “I need a drink,” he announced, flopping down in one of the two chairs. “And then a shower.”

  “You and me both,” she agreed, feeling nervous suddenly. Her naughty side was bubbling to the surface again. Would he want to take a shower with her? She was getting all tingly just thinking about it.

  “Mind if I call room service while you get the drinks?”

  “Not at all.” Molly walked across the room, pulled two miniature bottles of whiskey out of the minibar, and poured them in the glasses sitting on top of the dresser as Lucian dialed the number for room service.

  “You want a steak?” he asked, cradling the phone to his ear.

  “Sure. That sounds great.”

  “Loaded potato?”

  She nodded.

  “I’ll take two of everything,” he said. “Salad dressing?” he asked her.

  “Ranch.”

  He winked at her. “Yeah, I’ll take Ranch too.” Then he hung up the phone. “It’ll be about an hour.”

  “Great.” She walked over to him and handed him one of the drinks.

  “Thanks.” He took a long pull off the glass and then settled back into the cushions. “That was something today.”