The Hunt for Summer (NSC Industries)

by Sidebottom, D H

  “Yeah, but… I mean, look at him. He looks like the sort of guy that would ask politely for a blow job and then feel the need to sterilise himself before, and buy you flowers to thank you for the experience after, instead of bloody grabbing your hair and ramming it straight down your throat as they growled your name” Red said and they both looked into the distance with unfocussed gazes and sighed heavily.

  Nate shot me a look and I nodded respectfully as we both considered which category we fell into.

  “Well don’t say anything but he came into the club last weekend and the word that circulated when he left was that he had brought three girls off at exactly the same time whilst he sucked off another bloke” Red revealed with excitement.

  I nodded humbly in awe of a man I’d never met and Nate pursed his lips in reverence.

  “Holy shit” Ava declared as she settled her hand at her throat, “I think Mason and me might book in for a voyeur session, should be an interesting night.”

  Red clicked her tongue and gave Ava a lift of her eyebrow “You’ll have to put your name down on the list, love; he has a backlist of around twenty eight waiting for an experience with The God.”

  “The God?” Nate asked, inviting himself into the conversation.

  Red turned to him and nodded firmly, “Oh yeah and from what I’ve heard he has thoroughly earned that label.”

  “Respect” Nate said and pursed his lips as he went into a dazed expression.

  “Who the hell are you talking about?” I asked Red, now including myself in the chinwag.

  Red and Ava both stared at me in astonishment as though I was utterly stupid and I glared back when they made me feel like a fucking dumb bastard who wasn’t up to date with the latest important scandal.

  “Oh my God Lucas,” Red declared, now degrading my boss status to gossip buddy “You know, Liam ‘The God’ Martin.”

  My eyes widened when I pictured the skinny little knobhead Red was talking about. “Fuck off!” I declared in disbelief.

  Red just nodded significantly “Oh yes. Got a reputation any man would be proud to hold.”

  We were all silent for a while as we each imagined Liam ‘The God’ Martin in action and I silently prompted myself to book in for a voyeur session of my own.

  I shook the images from my head as I lifted my eyebrows at Red and tipped my head towards Nate’s desk.

  She looked confused for a moment before realisation shifted her features and she nodded.

  I bit back the laughter that was threatening to surface as she lifted out of her seat and teetered on her cream heels towards his desk. She plonked her delicious backside on the edge of Nate’s desk and poised her iPad ready for action.

  Nate lifted his eyebrows at her and then Red fulfilled my wildest dreams and dramatically crossed her legs over her knee.

  It was short lived however when she leaned towards Nate and said “Now we all know what a dirty bastard you are, Nate, but even your lowly employees know how you like to look up women’s skirts.”

  I groaned and rolled my eyes as Nate’s found mine and an arrogant smirk lifted his lips “What have you been telling your P.A, Mr Hunt?”

  Red turned and winked at me before she jumped off Nate’s desk and retook her chair and I narrowed my eyes on her, “You could have told me you knew him.”

  Ava laughed loudly “Lucas, Layla knows everybody!”

  I huffed loudly as I realised I was the last person to know this but then I waggled my eyebrows “But she didn’t know I was her boss when she started yesterday.”

  They all looked at me with high brows and Red scoffed “That really doesn’t say a lot for you, Mr Hunt.”

  Ava laughed and got out of her seat and pointed to Red “Mason say’s Thursday night is Xbox night and prepare to die bitch!”

  Nate groaned loudly, “Awww fuck, Ava. I’ve no hope if little Willow’s playing.”

  Red and Ava both looked at Nate with a smirk “You don’t have any hope anyway. Even Liv slaughters you” They both said together and laughed.

  I felt a kind of stab in my chest at their playfulness and Ava tipped her head at me “You’re welcome to join us Lucas. Thursday night, 8:30 bring a controller and a bottle.”

  I gave her my best grin “Yeah okay, that’d be good thanks.”

  I’d give anything a go as long as it took me close to Red for a night.

  What the Hell Lucas, you’re fucking pussy whipped!

  “We play for money Mr Hunt, bring cash and prepare to die” Red smirked and I shook my head.

  “If we’re talking Call of Duty then you have no hope, little Willow” I said and her whole face lifted beautifully with her naughty grin.

  Christ, she was utterly stunning, from her large bright blue eyes to her striking red curls, to the soft slope of her pert little nose and the supple plumpness of her perfect pink lips.

  A tight bubble popped in my chest and I frowned to myself at the sensation.

  These new feelings that I was experiencing with Red were really confusing, and I quickly changed the subject to move past the light hearted conversation, just so I would have a reason to divert my concentration away from her for a while and give my emotions chance to find their equilibrium.

  “So, the Mohan convention?” I asked Nate.

  He nodded and glanced at Red. “You okay away from the Panther to attend?”

  Red expressed confusion and my heartbeat sped up in excitement when I realised she would have to attend the conference in France with me.

  Four whole days of Red.

  Fuck yes!

  “You’ll be paid in accordance, Lay” Nate told her.

  She shrugged, “When is it?”

  “We leave Friday morning and come back Monday afternoon.”

  She nodded “Should be okay, I’ll have to arrange for an extra to cover with William.”

  Nate nodded and then business started, but I couldn’t concentrate all the way through our meeting as I eagerly planned my seduction of Red for the upcoming business trip.

  I would have her; I would take her under me and I would dominate every fucking inch of her flawless skin. She just needed to relinquish the fight and submit.

  Chapter 9

  Layla

  Lucas and I both left work at the same time and as we were walking across the car park to our cars he turned to look at me. “By the way Red, thank you for sorting out the coffee machine. I was a bit of an arse about the whole thing and well… just thanks.”

  His smile was soft and his eyes twinkled tenderly.

  I couldn’t help it, my jaw dropped at his humble apology “Oh, well thanks. I suppose I should apologise about the Starbucks run. It was quite inconsiderate of me.”

  “Not at all, Red. It was actually quite amusing when you had a chocolate chip stuck to your lip all morning and didn’t realise it was there.”

  I opened my mouth and my eyes widened but I smiled when he started laughing and pulled me in for a side hug. “Don’t worry, it was really quite sweet. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to lick the damn thing off you all morning though.”

  His eyes darkened as he held my gaze, before they dropped to my mouth and I swept my tongue across my lower lip in an attempt to moisten the dryness that had suddenly developed, and check for more stray chips.

  I coughed to clear my throat and cut off our intensity as I turned to my car and my stomach dropped “Awww shit!”

  My little Fiesta was already the most dilapidated car on the planet but now it was completely decrepit as it held four slashed tyres.

  I spun around quickly and scanned my surroundings looking for him. There was no question of who had done this and I knew it was an attempt to hold me back after work.

  He was there somewhere, watching, and my whole body shivered at the realisation but I didn’t see him.

  “Fuck!” Lucas spat out as he saw the flats.

  “Shit, I have to get home, change and get to the club” I hissed as I pulled my phone
from my bag and scrolled my contacts for the cab firm.

  “Come on. I’m not leaving you here, I’ll drop you home to change then take you to the club” Lucas ordered seriously.

  “No it’s fine, Lucas. I’ll just get a cab.”

  The look he gave me tolerated no arguments and I sighed and relented “Okay, thank you.”

  He nodded and placed his hand at the small of my back and led me over to his Porsche all the time his eyes scrutinised the area.

  He knew Diablo was watching too and I was suddenly worried about Lucas’s safety when Diablo saw his possessive touch.

  “You need to remove your hand” I told him through clenched teeth.

  Lucas practically snarled at me but I shook my head faintly, “Not for me, for him.”

  He frowned at me and I sighed in frustration when he didn’t grasp my reasons. “He will hurt you if he sees you touching me” I told him, trying not to move my lips too much so Diablo couldn’t read them.

  “What the fuck?” Lucas growled and I grit my teeth.

  “He doesn’t allow anybody to touch me” I divulged honestly, the need for Lucas to comprehend what I was saying surged through my system.

  I needed to keep this man safe!

  We reached his car and he narrowed his eyes on me but remained silent as he held open my door for me and I climbed in.

  Lucas still studied the area as he rounded the car and smoothly slid into the driver’s seat. I was amazed how he managed to fit his long legs into such a small space.

  I told him my address and he sped towards my flat, my back pressed flat into the seat as he took several corners at speed in case we were been followed.

  Within ten minutes we pulled up outside my apartment.

  “Well at least I have time to change now” I puffed out as I practically fell out of the car on wobbly legs.

  Lucas was still on high alert as he followed me into my flat and he didn’t relax until we were inside and the door was locked behind us.

  “Go grab a drink while I get ready” I shouted to him as I entered my bedroom and pulled out my outfit and started to change.

  He was very quiet as I changed and I swept my eyes over myself and took in my appearance.

  Maybe bringing Lucas here whilst I changed had not been a great idea and I cringed as I strode back into the room.

  He was sat in the window seat, a cup of coffee in hand just staring at the park. I stood silent and watched him for a while.

  He really was stunning. His soft blonde hair was cut in a modern style, the messy look suited him though and I couldn’t picture him with any other look.

  He really did have amazing bright blue eyes, not that I could see them from this angle, but I still knew they were there.

  His cheekbones were delicate but still very masculine and his lower lip was a lot plumper than his top one, very kissable and I gulped as I imagined them over my own.

  The way he had kissed me yesterday had made my toes curl and had bought goose bumps exploding all over my body.

  He knew how to kiss, none of this sweet delicate crap, oh no, it was pure need and hunger that regulated his kiss.

  It hadn’t been a ‘I love you’ kiss it had been very much a ‘I wanna fuck you hard and raw’ kiss and that had suited me fine, but gazing at him now as he was utterly relaxed, well I wasn’t so sure I wanted the latter kiss instead of the former.

  Whoa, Lay? Where had that thought come from?

  He eventually turned to look at me and his eyes widened as his chest heaved. “Holy Shit, Red!” he puffed.

  “It’s Hard-core night and…” I shrugged to finish my sentence, embarrassed by my attire in front of him.

  I wore a tight black leather full body Basque and fishnet stockings with six inch red stiletto’s and black leather ribboned armbands.

  Lucas swallowed heavily as he stood slowly, his eyes still roaming over my body as his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

  “It’s what night?” he asked scarcely, his low lidded eyes still trained on my body as he took a deliberate stride towards me.

  I took a step backwards and my breath faltered as my back hit the wall and Lucas took the space between us in two large strides.

  His hands slapped the wall beside my head as he leaned in, his nose brushing against the tip of mine and I swallowed against the raw carnal power he radiated. “Hard… core… night…” I breathed out as I watched him lick those delicious lips of his, “No soft shit tonight. William was hoping to increase the BDSM and D/s clientele.”

  A fierce fire raged through me and I bit into my bottom lip harshly to stop myself from yanking his head down towards me and devouring him in one sweep.

  His eyes swept over my face and landed on my mouth. “Right up my alley then, Red” he whispered as he dipped his nose into the soft hollow under my ear and I whimpered faintly.

  “Do you know how bad I wanna clamp you to hook in my ceiling right now, Red?”

  Oh holy fuck, he had a ceiling hoist and I shivered in excitement. “Sweet Jesus” I whispered as desire coursed through me.

  “I wanna hook you up until you’re on your tiptoes and ram the fuck out of you, Red. I want you to feel every single inch of me until you’re so fucking delirious you scream my name and beg me to stop.”

  “That sounds… good…” I panted as he trailed his mouth around to the corner of my lips. He lifted back a little and gave me a small humorous smile.

  “Good?” he echoed.

  I sucked in my lips and shrugged “Well, maybe a little more than good.”

  His eyebrows lifted. “Maybe great?” I continued.

  He nodded and smirked before he leaned in and pulled my lower lip between his teeth. “Great?” he mumbled as he swept his tongue across my now pulsing lip.

  I moaned and slid my hands into his hair, fingering the small tufts that stuck out around his head. “Fantastic?” I tried.

  I felt his smile against my mouth before he walled my bottom lip with both of his “Better, Red but not quite what I was looking for.”

  I groaned as his finger trailed along the edge of my Basque and whispered across the swell of my breast.

  “Exceptional?”

  He pulled back and I gasped at how black his eyes were, arousal and sheer lust adorned his face and I exhaled heavily when his thumb skimmed across my lip, pulling it from behind my teeth.

  “I was thinking more… Raw, primal, carnal, ferocious, and hard and fucking euphoric, Red.”

  I nodded and shuddered at the hunger that tore through my blood stream “I was getting to those ones.”

  He frowned at me then flung his head back and barked out a happy laugh. “Christ, Red. Come on or you’ll be late” he grinned and I beamed at him as I pulled my long black mac off the peg and pulled it on.

  “I am so pleased you’re wearing that otherwise I might have had to stab men’s eyes out for looking at you” Lucas declared as he opened my door and I frowned at his possessiveness.

  ***

  The club was packed and William pulled me to one side as soon as Lucas and I entered “Willow. What happened yesterday?”

  I shrugged and took a nervous glance around the room “I dunno but it was non-members night so pretty easy for him to get in really.”

  William sighed and nodded “I am so sorry Willow. I’ve cancelled Non-members for the next few weeks. Members only from now on.”

  I shook my head at him “No William, honestly its fine.”

  He sighed again but frowned. “Not a chance Willow. Your safety is more important than a few quid.” He stated firmly and I hugged and kissed him.

  He winked and approached Misty who seemed to having some sort of disagreement with a punter and I turned back to Lucas, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the lift.”

  He frowned and took a scan around the room then looked at me “I’ll give you a lift home when you’re done.”

  I looked at him over my shoulder as I headed towards my designated pole for
the night. “It’s cool; I’ll grab a lift with Puss, but thanks Lucas.”

  He looked a little pissed off but I shrugged and caught a bottle of water from Owen who had just shouted me from the bar.

  “Willow?” a timid male voice said from behind me and I turned to see Andrew, a shy regular of mine, smiling at me.

  He seemed to have developed quite a crush on me but he was really harmless. He frequented the club every Tuesday, Friday and Saturday and all he ever did was sit and watch me. Never moved his eyes from me in fact but he was rather quite sweet.

  “Hey, Andrew” I greeted as I programmed my tracks into the music system beside my pole.

  He came to stand beside me and looked a little nervous. “You okay, love?” I asked as I smiled my encouragement for him to say what was on his mind.

  He gulped and fidgeted with his cheap tie and I felt quite wretched for him, he was terribly shy and nervous.

  “It’s my birthday, Willow” He smiled gently and I beamed at him.

  “Happy Birthday, Andrew” I leaned in to peck his cheek and smiled when he turned beetroot red.

  “Thanks” he grinned excitedly and I chuckled. “Well I… I wondered if… if I could book you for a private session?”

  I sucked on my teeth and glanced at him “Sure. You just need to go book it with either Owen or Hilary on reception.”

  He nodded wildly and hurried away and I chuckled to myself as my first track kicked in.

  I had chosen all hard stuff tonight and the first one was Theory of a Deadman’s ‘Bad Girlfriend’ which was quite a fast number but nothing I couldn’t handle.