For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Morning Albert, how are you today?’ I enquired of the elder gentleman. Luckily he was only in charge of the signing in and out of guests, delivery of mail and monitoring of the security feeds. If some crazed fan came at Summer with a knife, he was liable to have a damn heart attack within five seconds flat. If there hadn’t been a younger muscular guy sitting next to him, one who could cope with some action, I’d have bloody insisted on one.

  ‘Very good Mr. Steel,’ he nodded. ‘I have a note here for you.’

  ‘You do?’ I frowned, as he turned around to the pigeon holes behind him and pulled out an envelope. My heart started to beat faster, nerves setting in. Surely it wasn’t from Summer, telling me she’d changed her mind and to leave her alone? ‘Who’s it from?’ I demanded, the panic obvious in my tone of voice.

  ‘I don’t know,’ he shrugged, as he turned to face me, looking as puzzled as I was feeling. ‘Some young lad dropped it off for you about ten minutes ago, almost as if he knew you were coming. I was paid £20 to not let Miss Beresford know the note was here.’ He stretched his hand out and I reached for it, taking in a shocked breath to see it was addressed to “Mr. L. Steele c/o Miss S. Beresford.” It wasn’t just the fact that I was getting notes at Summer’s that had surprised me, it was that it was addressed to “Mr. Steele,” with an

  e at the end. What the hell was that all about? I wondered. Since I gave up escorting, to woo Summer, I’d come clean with her and had reverted back to my real name, Lucas Steel. With the exception of Summer’s best friend Mandy, who knew about my escorting career, and my own best friends, everyone else knew me as Lucas Steel. I suddenly had a very bad feeling, especially with the timing of the note, arriving just before me. ‘Are you ok, Mr. Steel? You’ve gone a little pale.’

  ‘I’m fine thank you, Albert,’ I replied, as I shoved the envelope in the inner pocket of my battered black leather biker jacket. I’d read that in private later, as much as my curiosity was peaked, all I was interested in at this precise moment was seeing Summer. ‘Can I go up?’

  ‘She left instructions to let you up if you came,’ he nodded. ‘Head on over with Jake.’

  ‘Cheers.’ I smiled at him as Jake stood up and tugged the sleeves of his blue uniform jacket down, before escorting me across the polished black granite floor to the private lift. He swiped a key card and pressed the button for me, giving me a nod as he strode away again. I don’t think I’d ever heard him speak. I wondered if he was mute? Then again it might be difficult to yell “Stop” to anyone, without a tongue. I doubted that would be overlooked during an interview for a position as a security guard. I looked at my reflection in the mirrored lift doors, ran a hand through my dark hair and undid a button on the neck of my black shirt. As if I wasn’t already full of nerves to see her in person and get her answer, now this damn letter? ‘One crisis at a time, Lucas,’ I muttered under my breath. Summer was my priority right now.

  The lift seemed to take forever to climb the thirty floors to the penthouse. Summer’s was one of two apartments up here and she’d paid extra to have an additional layer of soundproofing put in. I’d thought it was to muffle her screams of pleasure when she finally let me back inside her, but given that the occupier of the other penthouse was Sam Michaels, the lead singer of Nevada 6, the biggest boy band to come out of the UK since One Direction, it was essential. His reputation for noisy parties was legendary. Thankfully he wasn’t in the country very often. I’d nearly rammed his teeth down his throat when I caught him eyeing up Summer’s backside as she bent over to pick up a box on the day she moved in. I stood outside her front door and took another few breaths to calm myself down. No way had she called me here to tell me it was over, not after all this time. Not after last night or that song. Surely? I lifted my hand and knocked on her white front door.

  Summer

  I answered my phone to find it was Albert, informing me that Lucas was on his way up. I placed the handset back down and noticed my hands were shaking. Since sending that message I’d felt sick. I hadn’t been able to face food, only coffee, and I’d drunk too much of it as I sat here waiting. I walked across my lounge and opened the door to my inner lobby and paced back and forth, biting the end of my thumb nail as I waited. It seemed to take forever until I heard the knock at the door. I looked at the small screen on the wall and pressed the button to see the view from the camera outside and gulped to see it was him. He looked tired and stressed, his gorgeous dark hair was all ruffled up, but he still looked so handsome. He always looked handsome, he was just male perfection, in every single way. I put my hand on the door handle and hesitated for a second, was I really ready to do this? Between us we had a habit of screwing up this relationship, dooming it before it started. This time I was the one who’d made a mess of it, running away from him and his declaration of love and that totally inappropriate engagement ring box I’d seen sitting on his kitchen island, next to the breakfast tray, this morning. O crap, what if he’d come to propose? He really wasn’t going to be happy with what I had to say. I jumped as the door was knocked a little firmer, closed my eyes and took a moment to calm myself, then decided it was now or never and opened the door.

  ‘Hi,’ I whispered, as I locked eyes with him and saw a flash of relief pass across his face.

  ‘Summer,’ he uttered hoarsely, the sound of my name on his lips was intoxicating enough, without his beautiful grey eyes looking at me full of emotion. Before I had a chance to ask him to step inside, he’d crossed the threshold, grasped my face and crushed his lips onto mine. I tried to resist, but it was futile. When he kissed like that, with all of that ravenous power behind it, no one would be able to resist. I felt his needy tongue prising my lips apart and the sudden impact of the hall wall against my back, as he invaded my mouth and my home all at the same time. My whole body trembled as he kissed me as if his life depended on it, intensely, passionately and greedily. I gave him back as good as I got, before he broke away, leaving me dizzy as we both panted for air. It was like he sucked the very purpose of being out of me, until all that was left was him. Just being in the same vicinity, let alone touching him, kissing him, or having incredible sex with him, overshadowed everything else in my life.

  ‘So much for me inviting you in,’ I uttered, as I palmed the wall behind me for support. Giddy with desire.

  ‘I needed to kiss you, in case you told me to get lost,’ he replied, as he dragged the back of his hand across his succulent mouth.

  ‘Get lost? Why would I ask you to come over to tell you to get lost?’ I was confused, I’d sent him a song full of meaning, telling him how I felt, what I was to him.

  ‘You ran from me, Summer and I don’t know what I did wrong. Then you send me a message that sounded like you were either going to tell me something pretty damn momentous, or break up with me. I wanted to kiss you again in case it was option two.’

  ‘You didn’t play the track?’ I asked, looking at him horrified. He thought I was breaking up with him by a text message? Except it wasn’t really breaking up, not when I hadn’t actually agreed to go out with him yet. ‘I sent you a track to tell you how I felt, I put a lot of thought into it and you didn’t even listen to it?’ I gazed up at him even more confused. His face softened as he towered over me, I was barefoot and barely reached his broad chest.

  ‘I listened to the track,’ he said quietly, his face turning serious as he reached up again to palm my cheek softly. ‘It went someway to easing the utter devastation I felt, when I woke up to find you’d left me.’

  ‘I’m so sorry.’ I choked up, as tears filled my eyes at the thought of the pain I’d put him through. I grabbed his hand, bringing it to my mouth, kissing it again and again as the dam burst and my face was flooded with tears. He crushed me to him and stroked my hair as I sobbed against his firm chest, overcome with emotion.

  ‘You sent me Yours by Ella Henderson. Are you trying to tell me, even though you ran from me, that you want me? That you’ll be my girl?’

  �
��Yes,’ I mumbled, as I took deep breaths of him in, letting his natural scent and that aftershave I loved so much soothe me.

  ‘O, angel.’ His voice broke with emotion, as I felt his lips press softly on the top of my head. ‘You have no idea how happy you just made me. Tell me why you fled, why you’re so upset?’

  ‘Not here,’ I sniffed, with a shake of my head. I reached behind me and grabbed his hand from the small of my back, before pushing the front door closed and leading him through the lounge to my bedroom. I heard him make a surprised grunt as I stopped at the end of my bed, let go of his hand and pulled off my jumper, revealing my bare breasts, the nipples of which were painfully aroused.

  ‘Summer?’ he looked at me confused.

  ‘I need you, Lucas,’ I pleaded, as I fumbled with the button on my jeans. ‘I need to feel close to you, I feel so close to you when you’re inside me, when your body’s on top of mine. I feel safe. Please don’t make me beg.’

  ‘We need to talk,’ he reminded me, as a battle waged on his face. I could see that part of him was struggling to stop himself from leaping on me, ripping my jeans and knickers away and impaling me with his hard cock. The other part was still confused over my treatment of him.

  ‘We will, I promise, I just need this now. I … please don’t make me beg,’ I pleaded, as my bottom lip quivered. If he rejected me now it would hurt me so badly. I needed at least one more time with him, a time when I’d memorise every touch, every groan, every thrust. I needed this in case he walked away when I told him that I wasn’t ready to wear his ring.

  ‘You’ll never have to beg me for orgasms, angel. Whenever you want them, ask, they’re yours,’ he growled. He tore off his jacket and flung it on the floor as my heart started to canter. He grabbed me, lifting me up into the air and throwing me back onto the bed, my decorative cushions flying off as I bounced on the soft mattress. As I caught my breath, he yanked down his zip, fire blazing in his eyes, igniting my core, arousal flooding my whole body. I lifted my hips and started to wriggle my jeans and knickers down, impatient to have him inside me. I’d barely torn them from my ankles when he fell on me, his shirt missing, his jeans and boxers pushed down to his knees. His cock was fully stiffened, angrily pulsating with need. I grabbed his backside as I spread my thighs and tugged him towards me, panting at the thought of just how good he was going to make me feel any second. Everything ached for him, everything yearned for him. ‘God, I need you so badly,’ he groaned in my ear, as his pelvis lunged forwards and his large cock speared me, running through me with such power I screamed until my lungs held no more air and I was forced to take deep replenishing gulps.

  ‘Lucas,’ I moaned as my nerves fired on all cylinders, no part of my body or mind left untouched by the feel of him inside me again, surrounding me, loving me. Nothing could replicate the high I got from being with this incredible man. My incredible man. For now, at least. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles as my hips rose up to meet his, my clit rubbing against his pelvis, pleasurable high voltage jolts racing up my body to batter my senses. I bit on his neck, sucking and tasting him, while he reciprocated as his hips set up a gruelling pace. ‘Ahhhh.’

  ‘Tell me, angel. Tell me if it’s too much,’ he mumbled between bruising bites on my neck.

  ‘More,’ I ordered. ‘Take me to the summit.’

  ‘Not yet, I’ll break you and I love you whole.’ His words squeezed my heart and sent a surge of warmth through my body. Why had I been so frightened of them when he first said them last night? Now it was like he’d just sung the most beautiful poetry to me, I needed to hear it again, I needed his affirmation like my body needed water. I dug my nails into his tight backside and heard him growl as I broke through his flesh.

  ‘Tell me,’ I begged. ‘Tell me again. Tell me how you feel about me.’

  ‘I love you, Summer. I’m so in love with you, that sometimes I think I’ll die because my heart can’t contain it all,’ he whispered, his voice full of sincerity and warmth. I felt tears streaming down my face again, as the knowledge that he loved me and I wasn’t going to run from it, wrapped around my heart and squeezed it tightly.

  ‘Lucas, I … I …’

  ‘No, angel,’ he interrupted, as my body tensed with the impending climax that threatened to ravage my body again and again, like wild ocean waves pounding the shore and churning up all the sand and delicate fragments of shell. ‘I can wait, I want you to mean it, not to say it because I did. I’ll wait forever, Summer. Just tell me that you’re mine, tell me that now.’

  ‘I’m yours,’ I confirmed, echoing the words in the song that I’d sent him, then cried out again as he groaned, the impact of my declaration touching him somewhere deep inside. His body reacted too, he fucked me faster and harder, over and over, perspiration clinging to our heated bodies. ‘Lucas … Lucas … Lucas,’ I mewled, as everything in the universe ceased and all that mattered was contained in the bubble of sheer bliss surrounding the two of us.

  ‘Come for me, angel. Give me your body today, one day soon I’ll claim your heart as well.’

  I forced myself to keep my eyes open and as they merged with his, I could see into those stormy turbulent grey pools and saw how deep his feelings for me ran. How deep I hoped they’d always run. My mouth juddered, words escaping me as my body tingled from head to toe, my orgasm rupturing me from the inside out as he roared. I could feel his heat spreading inside me as his eyes filled with tears of sheer happiness, matching my own, before he collapsed on top of me, smothering me with his body. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, tightening my legs around his waist, anchoring him to me. I didn’t want him to leave. I never wanted him to leave. I could hear our hearts beating in unison, perfectly timed, like a steady metronome as we both gasped for air and let our bodies calm from such frenetic sex. When our breathing returned to normal, his strong and steady heart beat still matching mine, I let out a sigh of contentment.

  ‘That was …’ I swallowed as I shook my head against his powerfully broad shoulder.

  ‘Off the charts. We need break up sex more often,’ he chuckled.

  ‘Break up sex?’ I uttered, indignantly. ‘We weren’t even an official couple when you … stuck that enormous cock in me just now.’

  ‘Miss Beresford!’ he chastised. He lifted his head up to look at me with a salacious grin on his face. ‘Say the word “cock” again for me.’

  ‘I just called us a couple and you focus on me saying the word “cock,”’ I laughed with a shake of my head.

  ‘Angel, we’ve been a couple since I gave up escorting. You just wouldn’t admit it. Why are you so scared of us?’ he asked, with a suddenly serious brow raised.

  ‘It’s just happened so fast, Lucas,’ I sighed as I closed my eyes, in need of respite from his intense gaze.

  ‘Fast?’ he exclaimed, disbelief evident in his tone. ‘We’ve moved slower than horny arthritic tortoises. This is quite possibly the slowest moving relationship in the history of the world.’

  ‘Not to me,’ I countered, as I opened my eyes and let him see I meant it. ‘I’ve never had a relationship and for my first one I went and fell for a man with a very chequered past. I needed to be sure I could trust you before I let this become something.’

  ‘So now you trust me?’ he cocked his head, holding my gaze as he waited for my response.

  ‘Yes, but …’

  ‘O God, here we go but woman. I’m going to make you a cape, a Butwoman cape with a picture of your sexy arse on it.’ He sighed and slid out of me without warning, making me wince. I hated that, it was the worst feeling in the world to suddenly feel so cold and empty inside. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ he asked, as he lay on his side. He swept my hair away from my face as I stared up at the ceiling.

  ‘I told you that I’m yours, Lucas, and I am, but you can’t rush me.’

  ‘Who’s rushing? Any slower we’d be going backwards, Summer.’

  ‘You are with your …’ I broke off as I c
overed my face with my hands. He was going to be devastated. Again.

  ‘My what?’ he tugged my hands away, so I quickly closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him when I told him. I couldn’t bear to see the look of pain that was going to set into his handsome face.

  ‘Your engagement ring,’ I blurted out as fast as I could. ‘We’ve just started dating and I’m not there, Lucas, I’m so sorry but I’m not there.’

  ‘My what?’ he exclaimed. I opened my eyes a little and squinted at him, totally confused. Which was exactly the face I was getting back.

  ‘I saw it, I was panicking about you telling me that you loved me and needed to calm down and I saw it. It was sitting on your kitchen island, next to the lily and the note.’

  ‘You saw the box?’ he asked, his eyebrows raising to dangerously high levels. ‘That’s why you ran?’

  ‘Yes,’ I cringed, as I covered my face again. I felt him move away from me and the mattress shifting. Shit. I had upset him, I knew it, I’d upset his plans. And Lucas was just like Logan, he loved to plan. I listened to his bare feet padding across the room and bit my lip, praying he wasn’t leaving.